Compared to the small target above the neck, the torso is more deadly.
"Ah~"
Mrs. Gao let out an unpleasant scream and kicked her cane over before Frank pulled the trigger.
Then he ignored his beaten shoulders and charged at Rotten Hair.
The figure of an old lady swayed left and right, much more agile than the average young man.
"cut."
Frank blew out a cloud of mist from his nose and directly knocked the flying cane to the ground.
Then the gun in his hand fired again!
A ball of ammunition hit Mrs. Gao directly, knocking the old man whose life had been extended for hundreds of years to the ground.
Times have indeed changed, and even those fighting experts will not rashly choose to attack opponents with guns.
But who knows what live ammunition will look like.
It was as if Mrs. Gao's tattered body rushed over from the ground like a centipede.
"It's so ugly."
This was the first thing Frank said to Mrs. Gao.
Along with these two words, a jet-black grenade rolled to the ground.
For a while, no one else in the drug factory had reacted.
Mrs. Gao is on the verge of dying.
There was a loud sound of "Coax!" and the grenade exploded into a large black mist.
Mrs. Gao's body was completely shrouded inside, and then she quickly turned into a shriveled corpse.
The power of death took away Mrs. Gao's vitality, and she was like a puddle of mud scattered on the ground.
Then the shotgun in Frank's hand turned into a rifle and he began to call all the ninjas in the factory one by one.
With his extremely superb three-shot streak and constant switching of targets, no one present was accidentally injured by him.
In just a few breaths, there was no longer an enemy visible anywhere in the factory.
Just when Frank put away his gun, a ninja appeared on the wall behind him.
These guys are inherently better at assassination and other tasks. The ability to hold up a piece of cloth to make themselves look the same as a wall is what makes these guys so elusive.
But in front of Frank, who has become the agent of death, these guys are as dazzling as drivers with high beams on the urban highway at night.
Of course, it's just as hateful.
Frank turned the gun without looking back, and the battle ended with one shot.
Mrs. Gao's soul reluctantly left her mud-like body and moved closer to Frank.
After a black halo flashed, Mrs. Gao's soul disappeared from Frank's perception.
Then Frank felt something secretly, and ran all the way towards his home without even finishing the aftermath.
After Frank left, a guy who looked like an old man arrived belatedly. By bringing several subordinates with him, he quickly stabilized the situation in the drug factory.
Doctor.
One of the five fingers on the hand.
It sounds like the fingers of one hand can form a fist by joining them together.
But the relationship between these fingers never seems to be very harmonious, so this meaningful name is in vain.
These guys are all traitors of Kunlun, and they gathered together for the long life brought by the dragon bone.
I don't know which little genius got the name "Hand Club". Anyway, if these fingers don't fight with each other, it's pretty good.
After all, the number of dragon bones they can collect is limited, and immortality has long been their obsession.
…
Just when Frank went home, Matthew and Spider-Man finally arrived under Kingpin's building.
Kingpin, a burly guy, was different from those low-life gangsters.
Although places like nightclubs are more suitable for money laundering operations, Kingpin would not personally sit in a nightclub.
He is the king of the underworld, and he cannot afford to lose his status to an ordinary gang boss.
So Kingpin stayed quietly in his mansion most of the time.
"Spider-Man, are you sure you know where Kingpin is?"
Matthew heard a lot of noise from the building in front of him.
Obviously there are countless guards in this building.
But he couldn't determine which floor Kingpin was on.
"Usually he would carry it at the top, even late at night."
Spider-Man whispered.
The fact that he is about to face Kingpin is still very stressful for him.
"How to get up? Take the elevator from the first floor? Don't tell me that's your plan."
Matthew is not like Spider-Man who can climb up the wall directly. Although he is also good at climbing, this building is different from the church he always climbs.
The outside of the building is smooth and clean, and there aren't many places where you can exert your strength.
"I think you could use my spider silk."
Spider-Man said this.
But Matthew's attention had been attracted by something else.
A car parked outside the building, and the driver in the car was an acquaintance of Matthew.
The driver opened the door and got out, walking in their direction as if he had discovered Matthew and Spider-Man.
"Matthew, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Angel."
Matthew twitched the corners of his mouth. Although he couldn't see his expression, he knew that this expression must not be very good-looking.
Just when Angel came over, Spider-Man had already climbed up the stairs along the wall.
Apparently he did not regard Matthew as a close comrade-in-arms as he said.
"Didn't I remember that you were sent to the Vatican by Constantine?"
Matthew said this to Angel.
"That bastard took away that power halfway and used it to treat his own cancer."
Angel didn't have much dissatisfaction when he said this, he just simply stated a fact.
"I just want to know why you know I'm here."
Matthew is less interested in what happened between Constantine and Angel.
In comparison, it is more worth investigating how he exposed his whereabouts.
"No, monitor."
Angel pointed at the top of Matthew's head, where a not-so-tiny surveillance device called a micro camera was emitting light from the lens.
It's a pity that Matthew can't see it.
"Although surveillance cameras are always broken up by homeless people and sold for parts, this is the Fisk Building and they will never go near this place."
Angel said this, and then took out a pack of women's cigarettes from his pocket.
In the process of contacting Constantine, the police officer of this serious crime unit seemed to have gotten involved in something extraordinary.
"May I?"
Angel waved God's cigarette box and said to Matthew.
To be continued...