Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 16 Personal Performance Time
A short distance of five meters.

Mark's face was light and cloudless, but his heart was performing the [Spotiva March]...

"Jiumei, when will my mental power be able to load... the loading is complete."

"very soon!"

"...This is not a specific time!"

"Probably the fusion period is about one year!"

On the sea of ​​gods, the purple-clothed loli opened her pocket universe and carried the candy house from a planet inside, while answering.

For this kind of answer, to be honest, Mark resisted in his heart.

Think wildly.

The most basic personal protection that Jiumei mentioned, will it intercept the storm of bullets that may pierce you into a hornet's nest!

"I'm coming in, put away your fire sticks."

"……damn it!"

Hearing a scolding sound coming from inside, Mark rubbed his handsome and narcissistic cheek.

With a smile that gives people a feeling of spring breeze, the mess across the doorway.

Walked into room [-]!

Looking around, although the timeline has reached the twentieth century.

But the decoration and furnishings in this apartment are still in the 80s!
The obsolete decoration, old-fashioned furniture, and the entire apartment are almost unobstructed in Mark's eyes!

Ten steps in front of him, two pairs of wretched eyes poked out from behind a desk that had been overturned to form a barrier.

Also, that, the muzzle of the M12 assault rifle produced by Stark Industries, aimed tightly at Mark, wearing only a body armor, with his hands raised high.

Mark smiled contemptuously, which directly made the two people behind the table burn with anger.

Slandering them is fine, but disrespecting them is a big problem.

Mark looked sideways and looked not far away, a handsome Middle Eastern guy sitting on a chair not far away, holding a detonator in his hand.

Boram Hattu!
The latter lightly waved the detonator in his hand and said lightly: "You should be glad that you didn't force your way in..."

Mark glanced at the two wretched men, ignored them, and moved a wooden chair.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took a deep breath, ignored the two wretched men whose eyebrows were constantly beating, and said flatly, "With all due respect, you and Alia are not like brother and sister at all."

"My father had eight sons and five daughters!"

Mark nodded and said, "I have to say that some of your cultures are relatively advanced."

Boramhatu smiled slightly and said, "You are different from what is described in the information."

Mark smiled slightly, blinked and said, "Men are always fickle, especially a good man like me."

The people who were listening in the house were even more confused when they heard the conversation inside.

"Boss, what are you doing? It's this time, and you're still narcissistic?"

"It's not like you don't know when he was nervous..."

"Okay, stop talking, wait for the boss' signal!"

Squatting on the roof, the three armed men tightened the ropes around their waists...

in the room!
Boram looked at Mark, frowned and said, "You are not afraid that I will kill you."

Mark smiled faintly, looked around at the controllable bombs all over the wall and said, "From the beginning, your target was me, right!"

Boram didn't speak!
Mark said lightly: "Now that I'm here, if you have any tricks, use them."

Boram narrowed his eyes, looked at Mark and said: "Alia is the youngest sister in the family, and she could have a great future, all because of you..."

Mark snorted and interrupted directly: "Great Future, you mean the double-faced agent who is in our law enforcement team!"

"We were just giving Alia access to a good education..."

"Then you should enter our country through regular channels, instead of forging information and smuggling in!"

"That's not because of you, you lied to Alia and defiled her!"

"Fart, Alia and I really love each other!"

"So you betrayed Alia."

"I'm just making the right choice..."

"Alia shared her most precious things with you, and the result..."

"Then what do you want me to do, I'm an FBI agent, I'm an American..."

"you……"

Hatu, who was sitting on the chair, stood up angrily, grabbed the silver-white pistol next to him, loaded it with a [click], and appeared in front of Mark in a few steps.

The muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against Mark's forehead, and the anger in his eyes was burning...

"Alia thought you were the one she was destined for!" Hartu said in a hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on Mark who was under the gun.

The right finger holding the trigger is suppressing himself not to pull it!
Mark's eyes were as calm as water, and he didn't seem to take the deadly pistol on his forehead at all!

Paused!
"You Americans are always so arrogant!" Hartu took a deep breath, pulled down his pistol, stared at Mark and said, "One day, you will suffer from the pain and disasters that our gods have sent, and you will be forced to Give back to you all the pain we suffered.”

After finishing speaking, he took a deep look at Mark and said, "Prepare us a fully fueled plane, otherwise, I will detonate the explosives now."

"Don't even think about it!" Mark said lightly, ignoring the cigarette that had burned to the end.

outside!

Adam and Justin were dumbfounded when they heard this conversation.

"This guy!" Justin scolded Mark even more viciously, and immediately said into room [-]: "Mark, the headquarters has authorized me to deal with it, you have no right!"

"Then why did you come in, you sissy who only knows how to talk!" Mark said to Justin who was shouting without hesitation!

It directly made the four terrorists in the house, including Hatu, lose their minds for a while!
at this time!

"Zheng-"

There was a flash in the space, and the special dagger in Mark's hand was like a rising silver moon.

"call out--"

"call out--"

Suddenly, two blade-like objects appeared on the foreheads of the two terrorists hiding behind the table.

In an instant, the look in the eyes lost...

Mark dodged to the side, and when he was rolling, he grabbed the pistol that fell from Hatu's hand.

In the blink of an eye, Mark knelt down and aimed at the terrorist who was standing in the bathroom and pointing his rifle at the two innocent people.

"Bam—"

Flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and in just a split second, it had already appeared on the forehead of the terrorist.

next second!
"Suddenly—"

"what……"

"God……"

The terrorist's eyes widened immediately, and the rifle in his hand pulled the trigger unconsciously.

In an instant, bullets flew everywhere, and the two people who were hiding in the corner of the toilet trembled in fright...

"Up, up, up—"

"attack--"

"Up, up, up—"

Outside the house, after hearing the first gunshot, Adam shrank his eyes and yelled at the explosion-proof special police in the first row!
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