Seeing the hound approaching, a plan flashed in Smith's mind, and he pulled out the diaper from under the baby's butt. It was stained with the dog's favorite things, and the smell was a bit pungent. It could be used as bait to trick the dog away, so that a golden cicada could escape from its shell.
Smith was about to start shitting when suddenly there was the roar of an engine at the entrance of the alley. He thought it was reinforcements coming from the other side, but he didn't expect a pistol to stick out of the car window and empty the magazine at the men in suits and ties.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The 15 bullets were fired within seconds. The men in suits and ties did not expect that Smith and his accomplices were shot dead by the black gun from behind. It was very difficult for the two of them to walk side by side in the alley. As soon as the bullets were fired, seven people fell on the spot.
eight people.
Not to mention the dead people, the ones who survived were naturally wailing. The short leader never expected that he always thought Smith was a lone ranger.
A group of people were looking for a hidden spot. When they turned back, the sound of the engine outside the alley had left.
The dog barked wildly because of the gunfire, and a group of people did not dare to come forward for fear of being shot again. Their prediction was correct. Smith suddenly came forward and fired, killing five people with five bullets.
Being attacked from both sides, a group of people abandoned their wailing companions and fled into the corner of the alley amid the cursing of the short leader.
The sound of an engine outside the alley sounded again, this time in a different direction. The short leader held a gun to force him, but no one was willing to rush out and die. When the sound of the engine disappeared, they walked out cautiously, but the target Smith had disappeared.
"Shit!"
The short leader's eyes flashed with anger, and he punched the wall beside him. Then, his face turned red, he secretly hid the back of his hands behind his back and started rubbing them.
If I punch it, it will be fine just for a dusty cement wall, but my hand will be very painful.
…
The Ford F-150 was driving on the road at night, Russell was driving, Smith was sitting in the passenger seat, and Quintana was holding the baby in the back seat.
The car was a little quiet. Russell held the steering wheel and asked proactively: "Smith?"
"Who are you?"
Smith has a cold attitude and has no intention of being rescued. He can leave safely without Russell. He has the strength.
"My name is Russell, and this is my letter of introduction."
Russell took out a letter from his coat pocket, and Smith took it. After reading it, the vigilance in his eyes weakened a little.
The specially made threaded bullets made Smith smile knowingly: "How is Cross doing lately?"
"To be honest, it's not very pleasant. His son was kidnapped...by the company where he left."
"Haha, that company is going to be in trouble!"
Russell shrugged upon hearing this. Is this considered business nonsense?
Smith sat upright, with the word "pretending" written on his cold face: "For the sake of the cross, I promised to train you for a week, but I can't do it now. You have to wait until I finish the matter at hand."
Russell said politely: "Do you need my help?"
"No, I can handle any little trouble by myself."
After saying this, Smith closed his eyes and took a nap. It could be seen that the man was very tired, but he still tried to show a strong posture.
Russell was very self-aware, and Smith was not showing it to him, but to reassure the woman in the back row. Russell looked in the rearview mirror and saw a very attractive woman. The more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed.
Damn it, isn’t this my goddess!
The woman's face is 80% similar to Monica Bellucci's, and her figure is equally hot. Unfortunately, her makeup is not that stunning, and her pungent and inferior perfume makes it difficult for people to associate her with the goddess.
In the rearview mirror, Quintana noticed Russell's scrutiny, raised the corner of his mouth and winked, unzipped his clothes as if no one was around, and breastfed the baby who woke up.
Russell looked away with pain in his face. This temperament, this style, this is not the goddess in his mind.
When he met Smith, who was fighting dozens of people, Russell felt that he might have entered another plot world, but when he met Quintana, who had the face of a goddess, he directly eliminated the word 'maybe'.
This is a new copy, but I don’t know which movie it is from. Forgive Russell, he has no impression at all in his memory. The only impressions he has of the goddess are ‘Legend of Sicily’ and ‘The Matrix’.
Apparently, it is neither of these!
【Ding!】
[The host contacts the plot character Smith, triggers the lottery link, and gets two lottery opportunities. Do you want to draw now? 】
[The host contacts the plot character Donna Quintana and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
Hearing the prompt in his mind, Russell immediately responded and opened the interface to start the lottery. Just like the big back head before, Smith brought him two draws. And Donna Quintana, I can only say that the face of the goddess is not white, she actually
A draw is also offered.
Obviously the cross has not been triggered even once in the lottery!
After three consecutive draws, Russell didn't know how to complain about the cards he got.
[Item card: Carrot (eating more vegetables is good for physical and mental health)]
[Skill card: 100% hit (your enemy only has insufficient ammunition)]
Smith provided two cards. The skill cards that were always accurate were of very high quality. Russell was a little eager to try them, but they were probably very one-time. In order not to waste them, he could only live with them for now.
As for the carrots…
Russell didn't want to comment, so he looked at 'A Hundred Hits' and regarded it as a bonus.
The third card, just looking at it, Russell felt full of malice from the world.
[Skill Card: Death Coil (Upgraded Version of Old Tree Roots)]
Russell: "..."
My goddess, what on earth do you do in this world that you are so skilled that the system recognizes it as a skill?
Also, what use does this card have for me?
…
With a bad mood, Ford drove into the city and parked in the parking lot of a hotel. Worse things happened. Smith was a poor man, and Russell paid for the accommodation. He took three rooms, and finally one was empty.
came out.
Quintana expressed that he did not feel safe alone, so he held the baby in his arms and followed Smith into the room. When the door closed, Russell's face twitched.
"It's what I paid for..."
Russell opened the door next door speechlessly, fell on the bed and was about to fall asleep. He had been driving for a day and was mentally exhausted.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but Russell vaguely heard a strange noise. He squinted slightly and got up from the bed softly. The sound came from the next door, which was Smith's room. This made Russell nervous. Could it be that the two of them were attacked?
.
Russell moved carefully, making as little noise as possible, and put his ear against the wall. The soundproofing effect of the hotel room was average, and bursts of tortured screams could be heard.
"Oh, God! Oh...Try it hard!!!"
Russell rolled his eyes and cursed the couple secretly. The noise disturbed the residents in the middle of the night. Will the neighbors go to work tomorrow?
The sleepiness was driven away by the humming magic sound in his ears. Russell washed his face with cold water and checked the M9 he carried with him. At this moment, a dangerous warning suddenly arose in his heart, and the door to the room was violently kicked open.
, a man in black wearing a special operations uniform rushed in.
Bang!
Russell shot the man in black in the chest. Without looking, he turned around and shot again. The glass window was shattered. The man in black who descended along the rope to the window screamed and fell from the air.
There was a muffled sound of falling to the ground, and the screams suddenly stopped!
At the same time, gunshots were heard in the next room. Russell took a deep breath and fell forward to the ground.
The wooden wall of the hotel was shot through, and Russell crawled to the door. There was not a ghost in the corridor, and they all obviously went to Smith.
Smith was quick, and by the time Russell came to his door, the fighting inside was over.
"Smith!?"
"OK, I know it's you. I can hear your footsteps without making a sound."
A simple dialogue avoided unnecessary exchanges of fire. Russell strode into the door and saw a couple hugging each other. Quintana hooked his hands around Smith's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist.
, even if Russell walked in, she had no intention of leaving.
Quintana used the skill Death Coil, and the effect was outstanding. Smith suffered heavy losses and the ammunition depot was cleared!
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