I know a thing or two about the supernatural

Joseph pointed to the box on the ground to the man in the suit, and slowly said: "Three hundred kilograms, the purity and quality are good, and the goods are imported from Colombia. You must know that since the guy in Colombia died, it is very difficult now. There are products with such high purity."

"I know."

The man in the suit smiled, and instead of taking the box, he lit a cigarette: "I can still trust the famous Columbia Blood Gang."

"Since you can trust it, let's pay for it and deliver it."

"Of course, but before that I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

Joseph frowned, feeling that this guy talked a lot.

If he hadn't seen him buying [-] kilograms of goods at one time, he would have definitely slapped him in the face.

"I remember, Las Vegas is not peaceful recently, right?"

After a pause, the man in the suit continued: "You know, there seems to be one killer who specializes in killing guys like you and me recently, and he has succeeded many times. I said, is this place safe?"

"The guy called the soldier?"

Hearing this, Joseph sneered: "Does he dare to come? You know, we have dozens of people here, and they all have guns. As long as he comes here, I will tell him to go or not..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Joseph's head was blown off in an instant, and his brains spilled all over the floor.

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There was a sudden gunshot.

Joseph was headshot directly in full view.

His brains spilled all over the floor, accompanied by thick blood, like blood-red roses.

And the man in the suit in front of Joseph frowned slightly when he heard the gunshot, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, bent over, and gently wiped his leather shoes: "Really, don't Dirty my shoes."

The boss was killed, and Joseph's men suddenly became a mess. They held their guns and wanted to find the position of the sniper, but just when they poked their heads out, a bullet greeted them.

"It's the soldier, definitely that guy! Otherwise no one in Las Vegas would dare to mess with us!"

"Find him quickly, kill him, and avenge the boss!"

"Ah, my leg, my leg is broken, who will save me!"

The guy whose leg was broken wasn't because he missed the shot, but because Morris did it on purpose.The purpose is to use him as a bait to let those gangsters show their heads.

This approach is shameful, but it works!

What's more, Morrison doesn't have to pay attention to the morals of these scum who are carrying their lives.

It's a massacre!

Under the action of the bait, one target after another was killed. After paying the price of more than a dozen people, no one was willing to save people. They all hid in the house and were unwilling to come out.

"Have you understood that this is bait?"

Pursing his lips, Morrison aimed at the bait who was still screaming, and sent him off with a headshot.Then Morris stood up and picked up the assault rifle beside him.

Since you can't come out, then go in!

There are only a few people in the house, no problem at all!

Just thinking about it, he heard footsteps behind him. Although the footsteps were very slight, he still sensed them keenly.

what?

He turned his head, and his eyes almost popped out, because he saw that the heavily armed soldiers were behind him, and at the same time they threw grenades!

Damn!

Almost unconsciously, Morrison leapt and jumped off the roof.Although he dodged the grenade, he also fell heavily to the ground, breaking several ribs.

hiss!

Morrison gasped. Although his recovery ability was strong, the pain was still unbearable.Limping to his feet, he heard the sound of the car's engine, looked up, and saw an SUV crashing into him at an alarming speed.

There is!

Enduring the pain, Morrison swung his fist, which was almost Morrison's greatest strength.Accompanied by strong wind, the fist collided with the high-speed SUV, and then the veins in Morrison's arm burst out, the bones screamed, and the flesh and blood of the entire arm turned into a pulp.

Bang!

The SUV flew up and landed heavily on the ground, burning quickly, and at the cost of one hand, Morrison killed the man who wanted to attack him.

Conspiracy, this is definitely a conspiracy!This is all planned in advance!

Since his debut, Morrison has encountered such a dangerous situation for the first time, and besides conspiracy, Morrison can't think of anyone who can force him to this level, which is really a coincidence.

By the way, those people just now... The equipment on their bodies is not like ordinary gangsters, it is better to say that they look like soldiers of the United States of America!

For a moment, Morrison's heart was lifted. If he was a soldier of the United States of America, then he would be in trouble.What happened to Byron? Didn't he say that he was not wanted? Isn't he afraid of his threat?

In sight, the figures of those soldiers had already appeared, and at the same time they raised their guns and shot at Morrison.

Bang bang bang!

A few bullets hit Morrison. Originally, Morrison could ignore this kind of thing. After all, it is difficult for simple bullets to hurt him.But just as Morrison was about to raise his gun to fight back, he felt a little unstable.

Head... feel dizzy?

He gritted his teeth, pressed his temple tightly, and looked down at the wound hit by the bullet.However, when he saw the so-called bullet, Morrison was almost hysterical!

This... This is no ordinary bullet aimed at penetrating kills.

This is an anesthesia bomb!

That's right, he saw that the needle-like anesthesia bomb was dangling on his body.And not just one, but five or six!

Pfft!

Morrison fell to the ground.

He overturned. Although his recovery ability is extremely strong, this kind of anesthesia bomb that is not aimed at killing does not seem to have any effect.

And at the end of the memory, he saw a pair of leather shoes in front of him, as if a man in a suit walked over, and Morrison didn't know anything about it in the end.

I don't know how long it took...

Morrison opened his eyes. Not surprisingly, his hands and feet were handcuffed, and he was wrapped with chains after chains.He looked around and found that it wasn't just him, those members of the Blood Gang were also kneeling on the ground with their hands and feet tied like him.

The instigator of all this was the man in the suit sitting on the sofa in front of him, and the man in the suit was looking at Morrison with great interest.

"Hello, soldier!"

Before Morrison could speak, the man in the suit said first, "I've wanted to see you for a long time, but I just didn't expect it. It's really hard to see you once."

"who are you?"

Morrison stared at the man in the suit. The man in front of him was so thick with black smoke that it was almost comparable to General Sheffield back then!How many people has he killed, and who is his identity?

"I'm from the CIA, you can call me by my code name, Falcon."

"Falcon?"

"Yes, I like this code name very much, because it sounds like a hunter chasing down prey."

It turned out to be someone from the CIA.

Morrison frowned, staring at Falcon, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and puffed: "Heh, I don't know why people from the CIA are looking for me, an ordinary killer? And... "

Morrison looked at the blood gang members who were kneeling on the ground without saying a word: "I don't quite understand that the CIA, which is supposed to serve the country, will do business with people from the blood gang."

"Oh, you said this, it's not a business, after all, we didn't pay for it."

Falcon smiled and said: "As long as we don't give money, we don't count as business, are you right?"

For your size, your logic is too shameless, right?

However, Morrison still had a gloomy face: "Hehe, what do you mean, the CIA still has poison business?"

But Falcon didn't answer Morrison's words, although his face was already full of answers: "Okay, Mr. Morrison, let's talk about business."

Morrison felt bad when he heard Falcon's words.You know, the Falcon called him by his name just now, not the code name of soldier.

I have been exposed!

"You know my name?"

Morrison gritted his teeth.

"Oh, this, I just found out about it, mainly because I knew your appearance and compared it with the database, but it's not important, what's important is that I want to chat with you."

"What do we have to talk about? You, a senior agent of the CIA, actually chatted with me, a wanted criminal?"

Falcon ignored Morrison's cynicism, but continued: "No, no, Mr. Morrison, you have not been wanted yet, President Byron has quite complied with your agreement, and he has not threatened you at all. Spread the word. Our action is actually a spontaneous act of the CIA."

"Then how do you know me." Morrison's forehead was bulging with veins: "If Byron didn't say anything."

"Oh, Mr. Morrison, you're a smart man, don't you think?"

Returning Morrison with a smile, Falcon crouched on the ground and looked into Morrison's eyes: "How do you think I know?"

It can't be so outrageous, can it?

This has almost made it clear that the CIA is actually monitoring the president!Since they are so bold!

"You... dare to spy on the president?"

Anyway, the president is also the leader of a country. How dare they do such an appalling thing? This is definitely an act of treason!

However, when Morrison asked this question, Falcon showed a contemptuous expression: "Byron? That guy? It's just a puppet, as long as he can sign it! If it weren't for the party to prevent Trump from getting in power, how could he be a on the President."

Speaking of the top-secret information indifferently, Falcon pursed his lips: "Compared to a person who threatens the president, it is very normal for us to monitor the president, isn't it?"

"What exactly do you want to do? With such a big fanfare, I believe it's not to talk to me about this kind of thing?"

"Hehehehe, you are indeed a smart person. Talking to a smart person is easy. We know that Mr. Morrison is a patriot who cares about the country and the people, and he also inherited the monster from Samael who made trouble in our country. Power. I hope that you can join our CIA and be used by our CIA."

"Join the CIA? For your use?"

After experiencing what happened in Sheffield, Morrison is extremely disgusted with this kind of wooing, let alone the guy named Falcon in front of him, the black smoke all over his body can almost turn into liquid.

"What if I refuse?"

"That's a pity, you may be about to disappear completely in the world. Although your strength is very strong and your resilience is amazing, but what if you are chopped into pieces? Do you think you can survive?" No one wants to die, I hope you will think about it. Not to mention..."

Falcon’s voice increased a few decibels: “Joining the CIA, you are serving the country! Doesn’t it mean that you are a patriot with a sense of justice? If you join With the CIA, you have a lot of opportunities to serve your country and uphold your justice. We can guarantee that your future opponents will be the enemies of the United States of USD and the chief culprit who threatens democracy and peace! If you want, like this guy!"

Falcon's men brought a member of the blood gang over, and Falcon picked up a pistol, stepped on the body of the blood gang member, aimed the gun at the head, and opened fire under the frightened expression of the blood gang member. shot.

boom!

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, there was the voice of the falcon: "You can kill as many as you want, and we can even provide you with death row prisoners, so that you can kill enough every day!"

What kind of justice is this.

Although these people deserve to die, Falcon's behavior is simply playing with other people's lives.No wonder the black smoke from Falcon's body was so thick, maybe even innocent people were killed, right?

"Hehehehe, what you said is interesting."

"Oh?"

Falcon looked at Morrison and raised his eyebrows: "You mean, you agreed?"

"Oh, agree? Of course it's impossible... Even if you offer the best conditions, I will not agree to you, because..."

With a bah, a mouthful of saliva was directly spit on Falcon's face, which made Falcon stand up quickly, startled and angry: "You!"

No one has ever dared to spit on his face!The current Falcon is really motivated to kill.

"Very good, then Morrison, you go to die! I will keep your body safe, study it carefully, and let the next person inherit Samael's power!"

"Hehehehehehe!"

Before he finished speaking, Morrison's laughter froze Falcon. Is this guy really not afraid of death?

"You...what are you laughing at?"

"I just thought it was funny when the mouse threatened the cat with death if he didn't listen to him.

"Mouse? You say I'm a mouse?"

Falcon cried out and pointed the pistol at Morrison's head: "Very well, I will torture you to death, have you heard of Ling Chi in the Far East! I will cut off your flesh and blood bit by bit until Until you die! I want you to... uh?"

Bang!