"You shouldn't be in this city, Mr. Wilson."

In Deathstroke's shocked eyes, the expressionless Kara tore off the remaining half of his helmet and crushed it into pieces.

"What on earth are you..."

A body that is bulletproof, faster than myself, powerful, and the opponent can steal the grenades away quietly during the fight...

Why are there these people in this small city?

Moreover, his body cannot move...

It was exactly the same feeling as when he jumped just now. If it hadn't been for this reason, he wouldn't have gotten that shot before!

【fk!】

He would actually be caught while working one day, and the reason was that he had never been the target's helper!

"Get in the car."

The all-black off-road vehicle parked on the road not far from the two of them, and sitting in the driver's seat was a warm-hearted old man.

Zhang San sat in the passenger seat.

"Director, do we want to go there?"

In the distance, Captain Mark, standing next to the police car, turned to look at Director Daniel beside him.

The director watched from a distance as Carla pushed a heavily armed man into the off-road vehicle, and saw that she forced the man into it.

This looked like a scene of kidnapping...but Director Daniel ordered the blocked convoy to release the black off-road vehicle.

Because everyone in the police station knows this off-road vehicle and also knows Kara.

"Sorry to trouble you."

Zhang San, who was sitting in the car, said hello to them, and they all had a tacit understanding not to ask, not to arrest, and not to see.

After Zhang San's car left, the police cordoned off the area again and handled the aftermath.

…

In the valley villa.

Deathstroke, who was tied to a stool, looked at the surrounding environment. He didn't expect that a police officer from a small police station could afford such a big house.

but…

Xiao Tiaozi's previous shooting skills and his physical fitness were no worse than his own, which made Deathstroke feel that everything was reasonable again.

There are not many normal people who can fight him back and forth, Batman is one of them.

Now I have to add another note.

"So, how much did they pay you?"

Zhang San moved a stool and sat opposite the famous Death Knell, asking questions that he had not asked before.

"Zhang San, a patrol officer from Evergreen Police Station. A kid who used to hang out with vigilantes and peace messengers..."

Listening to Deathstroke reporting his information, Zhang San resisted the urge to interrupt him and quietly listened to the information that basically everyone knew.

However, Deathstroke doesn't seem to know about the Fennel Field Restaurant, and Director Daniel is still quite capable.

"A two million order, you, a little policeman, is even worth more than some big shots."

The one-eyed Deathstroke, whose hair and beard turned white, spoke out the price.

After hearing that he was worth two million, Zhang San touched the stubble on his chin and felt a little lower.

Those black people who clamored to sue him every day not only sprayed words on the street, but also posted videos on the Internet asking for help.

What kind of child has lost his father? What kind of son is shot dead by an unscrupulous policeman who is a sensible and obedient baby?

There is no shortage of brainless people in the United States. Men and women with a Holy Mother heart like to give money to the families of those who claim they are innocent and are victims.

A group of black family members make a lot of money by pretending to be pitiful. Such a group of people get together and hire a killer to kill him for only two million?

Just hired a killer!?

Where is the hatred? Where is the resentment? Where did the money you earned from pretending to be a victim go and what did you do?

"You came here just for two million? Are you so short of money?"

"Two million is not low, for an ordinary policeman."

This is what Deathstroke thought before he came over. After he got the information about Zhang San, he didn't think this target was a difficult person to deal with.

According to Zhang San’s information, he was a boy who had followed the street vigilantes.

Even if there are some changes in the body, the only things that show up are better shooting skills and stronger strength.

I also have to add that he likes to kill people according to the law.

"So how much do you think I'm worth now?"

Zhang San became interested. He wanted to know what kind of price this old killer could give him.

Deathstroke looked at him first, then moved his eyes to Kara next to him: "You are five million, she is fifty million, and those two mice are ten million."

???

"Are you serious? You're not joking?"

This ten-fold price difference made Zhang San very unconvinced. No matter how he thought about it just now, he thought that he would pay at least ten million, but he didn't expect that it was only worth five million!

and!

Are there tens of millions of rats?

Squeeze it!

You look down on people, right?

"If she hadn't come to help, you would have been dead."

"hehe."

Zhang San did not refute his words. His melee combat ability was a shortcoming for such a character.

It's hard for someone who doesn't have the best fighting skills to deal with an experienced Deathstroke who can go back and forth with Batman.

Especially when there are two mice on one hand.

But it doesn't matter, because he has the invincible Kara!

As soon as the atmosphere became cold, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Zhang San was considering whether to give Deathstroke to Moon in exchange for banknotes, while Deathstroke was wondering what he would do with him.

After a few minutes, Zhang San thought of something and said to Kara, who was lying on the sofa watching TV: "Perform a small operation on Mr. Wilson."

?

Deathstroke was stunned for a moment, then immediately said:

"We just have some misunderstandings. If you let me go, I can promise not to take your orders again and promise you one thing."

This is equivalent to saying that Zhang San can let Deathstroke take one shot for free, but...

Kara, who was standing behind Deathstroke, put a small thing into her split finger, and then her finger gradually shrank into a needle.

"What are you going to do..."

Deathstroke's heartbeat was getting faster and faster as his head was forcibly held down. Even if he couldn't see anything, just hearing the mechanical sound made him feel panicked.

"Don't move or you will die."

Gudong…

Kara's calm voice became very terrifying in Deathstroke's ears, and he kept swallowing saliva to try to relieve his nervousness.

There was a cold, stinging sensation in the back of his head, and Deathstroke felt that there was something extra in his head.

"Don't worry, it's just a mini bomb."

Zhang San used his warm mouth to say words that were cold but without warmth.

Deathstroke really wanted to give him a double-take. What kind of person would think that having multiple micro-bombs in his head is no big deal!

Oh, that's right.

Because it's not you bitch who has a bomb in his fucking head!

"What do you want me to do, kill someone? Or clean up underground gangs, or..."
Chapter completed!