Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

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The firelight kept flickering in the museum corridor. John followed Richard silently. The rifle in his hand had not fired for a while.

He finally understood that Richard, who was suspected to be sent by the chairman of the Asia High Table, was not a killer at all. This guy was obviously trained as a fireman in the army, and his seemingly thin body had two powerful... Arm, press the gun with one hand and use the machine gun like a submachine gun. This ability is more suitable for use on the battlefield than for assassination.

But it has to be said that Richard is more at ease than him in this kind of environment where he is fighting alone. He is surrounded by enemies. A powerful machine gun is obviously more deterrent than other light weapons. He has already heard that more than one bodyguard is listening. After knowing the weapon in Richard's hand, he chose to pretend to be dead.

Don't think that a well-trained bodyguard will run out of any situation. You can compete with an enemy with a pistol to compete in marksmanship. What do you want to do when you face an enemy with a machine gun? Suicide? People work as bodyguards just to make a living, not for life. Earn insurance money.

Along the way, John suddenly felt a sense of loss. He seemed to have changed from the leading actor in a movie to a supporting role. He was originally supposed to be a wise and powerful man who killed everyone, but now he seemed to have become a machine gun loader. If he had It's more like helping me carry a few more drums...

The problem is, it's acceptable to play Robin for Batman, but now he feels like he's playing a supporting role for Deadpool, a protagonist who is out of tune with the entire film.

The sculpture room and gallery, this palace of art, were filled with bright colors by Richard and his m249.

"Seriously, John, fighting in the museum is really artistic. Look at this gorgeous picture. There are many artists who splash paint like me. I think I also have the potential of an artist, don't you think?"

"Maybe, but they certainly weren't using machine guns."

"You know how to joke, John. This is really a big improvement. To be honest, you look really handsome when you smile. People should look forward. As the saying goes, life is not only about the things in front of you, but also about other people's things. Bloody shit."

"...I don't think anyone would say that."

"Okay, maybe I remembered it wrong, but the general meaning is this, whoever makes you unhappy for a moment, you will make him unhappy for the rest of his life."

Are there any similarities between these two sentences? John couldn't think of it, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. After killing a bald bodyguard, the two walked through the main hall of the museum and came to a corridor. At the end of the corridor hung a A poster with a title like Reflection Art on it.

"John, do you know what reflection art is?"

"do not know."

"That's great. You and I thought about it together. Let's take a look together."

Who the hell wants to go with you?

John rushed in after Richard while roaring in his mind.

"...Welcome to the soul-reflecting space of modern New York... In this exhibition, the interplay of light and the nature of self-image..."

Tu Tu Tu

The electronically synthesized female voice closed her mouth, and several speakers emitting electric sparks hung from the ceiling.

Richard pointed at the countless mirrors standing in front of him and cursed, "This is art. Isn't it just a mirror maze for children to play with? I know that artists are unreliable. This exhibition is purely a money scam."

"John, God, when did John and us become like this?" A beaten voice came from the depths of the maze, at least that's what Richard thought.

"You really shouldn't come here. The badge has been completed. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. All you need to do is run far away. What's the use of killing me? The reward will still continue. And the Camorra family will definitely kill you..."

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Machine gunfire rang out and countless glass mirrors shattered on the ground, interrupting Sandino's pretense.

"John has to die anyway, why don't I drag you to hell with me? At least I have a companion, right?"

...Who said I had to die?

"Who are you? John's friend. I have to admit that you are a good friend. Not many people dare to stand up and help him at this time. By the way, do you still have family? Before you shoot me I'm afraid they have been locked by the high table at the first time. Do you really want to be our enemy?"

"Child, are you sure that the high table is as powerful as you said? Then why are you not dead yet? I only have a son like you." Richard walked towards Sandino as he spoke. His keen senses have roughly determined the direction of the other party.

At this moment, two armed bodyguards suddenly appeared from behind a wall of mirrors. John, who had not opened his door for a long time, pounced on them like a wild dog, and dispatched them in two or two strokes.

"...Why are you so excited? I'm not going to steal your business."

Didn’t you just grab too little?

When the words came to his lips, he changed to: "Be careful, there may be other bodyguards around him."

"Understood." Richard finally became serious. Even though his current body has surpassed that of ordinary people, victory or defeat does not entirely depend on this aspect. Although he will not really die, after the mission fails, he will only be left. Last chance.

Hearing that the last two bodyguards around him had also rushed to the street, Sandino did not dare to talk nonsense anymore. Judging from the performance of the two killers just now, his status as a high-level table seemed to be of no use. Now, he could only I prayed that the reinforcements I had summoned would arrive in time.

The luck of the villain is generally pretty good. Just when John and the others were about to find Sandino, his reinforcements finally arrived. A stunning short-haired beauty rushed into the Mirror Art District with four big men. In the hands of the big men All they were carrying were assault rifles.

Da da da

The two sides were fighting hand to hand in the chaotic space. In this environment, the long-barreled rifle was not very effective, so John switched to a pistol.

Hiding in the gap between the mirrors and slowly waiting for the gunman to pass by, John rushed out, grabbed the barrel of the rifle, and accurately hit the gunman's heart and head with his unique car shooting technique with his other hand.

Gee, he's so handsome.

While Richard used a machine gun to beat the gunman behind him into a bloody gourd, he looked at John with envy. He couldn't help it. This kind of skill can't be learned in three or two days, and in this world, it's impossible to give them that long. rest time, especially under the premise that the task requires him to kill three high-table chairmen.

Da da da

The sound of gunfire attracted the remaining two gunmen. Unfortunately, in terms of killing skills, they were not as good as John, and in terms of fire coverage, they were not as good as Richard. This was destined to be a tragedy for them. In less than 3 minutes, these two unlucky guys They gave away their heads one after another.

"Sandino"

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John jumped to the side, and three bullets landed where he was standing. Richard hurriedly chased towards the place where the gunshots were heard. At this moment, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.