Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

At this moment, a slender black arm thrust out from the side like a poisonous snake, and a sharp dagger in that hand also slashed towards Richard's neck.

At the critical moment, Richard's extraordinary reaction saved Richard's life. He tilted his head back desperately, and there was a line of blood on his neck. Fortunately, it was just a flesh injury, and the carotid artery was not severed.

The blow failed, but the opponent did not give up. The man in black with the knife stabbed Richard's chest again. He had no choice but to continue to retreat.

The dagger kept moving, never leaving Richard's vital point, and the owner of the dagger also revealed his true face. She was a short-haired woman in a suit, with a capable figure and sharp eyes.

To be honest, this kind of cold beauty is actually quite good. Moreover, she is petite and has a different kind of beauty. If she were in another place, maybe Richard would come up and strike up a conversation with a glass of wine.

Well now.

He lifted up her vagina and kicked the beauty in the abdomen. Then, taking advantage of the moment she bent over, he waved his hands hard, and the black and hard gun body of the m249 was slapped firmly on the beauty's face.

"White Snake Can triggers and gains Firearms Mastery and Mozambique Marksmanship.

Firearms Proficiency: Being proficient in using various firearms can at least ensure that you will not hit yourself.

Mozambique shooting method: What's a waste of bullets? A shooting method that can't get a headshot has no soul. "

What a good man, you actually gave me two skills at once. I didn’t hold it back when I started using it. I’m really sorry. Richard looked at the beauty on the ground apologetically. Well, she’s not so beautiful now. Her face is covered with blood and she has a few broken bones. tooth.

呯

Okay, now there is an extra hole in the forehead.

"Don't mind. I'm afraid you're in danger. You've just started in the industry. Female killers are the least trustworthy." John withdrew the smoking pistol.

"It's fine, I don't mind."

Richard shrugged. Talking about relationships in a world of rapid pursuits. It’s not like I want to die after eating too much. The only woman here who is not in danger is your wife, and she is also dead. I understand.

The two of them chased after each other as they spoke. Fortunately, there were no other gunmen after the woman's death, but Sandino had also run away.

I don't know if anyone said hello, but there was a lot of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong going on inside, and no police were seen. Richard and the others just got into a car at the door and chased them out.

Sandino's driving skills were not very good, but Richard and the others could not catch up because after chasing for four blocks, he stopped and walked into a hotel. When John saw the hotel, he also The car stopped on the side of the road.

......

The car fell into silence. At this moment, Richard did not speak. He recognized the hotel, the Continental Hotel, a hotel chain in this world designed for people in the underground world to rest. Its advantage is safety. The number of guests here is 80.00 More than % are professional killers, but the high table has set a rule that killing people in the hotel is absolutely not allowed, otherwise they will be wiped out without leaving any traces.

As the ones who set the rules of the game, Gaotai Table will never make fun of the rules they have set. They know the importance of the rules. Even they themselves will not change the rules, because this can only happen once and infinitely. Once this happens, , which is a huge blow to their prestige.

"Richard, get out of the car." John finally spoke, and these words made Richard feel warm in his heart.

"Why, do you think my poor marksmanship is holding you back?"

"...Yes." John wouldn't lie, so he had to use Richard's words as an excuse.

"It's okay. You are good at shooting and can protect me."

"...Richard, you don't have to help me to this extent."

"Am I helping myself and forgetting my mission?"

"Are you really planning to go in?" John cast his gaze forward. He had just made up his mind. After all, this was a life-for-life killing method. Everyone had to think about it first. This was not quite the same as in the museum before. Same, after all, there is a rule that if a killer is betrayed by his employer, he has the right to seek justice for himself. Of course, Sandino never dreamed that anyone could really enforce such a symbolic rule.

"John."

"Um"

"Have you ever hesitated after accepting the mission?"

"No."

"I do not have either."

With a click, the car door opened. Richard got out of the car and walked to the hotel in front.

John was stunned, looking at the shining figure illuminated by the car lights, his eyes were slightly moist, which reminded him of his own shadow back then. When he accepted the task, he only had to think about how to complete it and whether it could be completed. It's a matter of God.

At this moment, what Richard, who didn't know that he had fully obtained John's approval, was thinking was: That bastard system has no other options at all. I'm so hesitant.

John, who was so moved, also opened the door and got out of the car and walked forward side by side with Richard, drawing two long shadows in the car lights until they reached the door of the Continental Hotel.

The two concierges opened the hotel door for them very professionally. Firstly, they recognized John's face. Secondly, they recognized the gun in Richard's hand. Well, they were carrying Guns, but there is still a gap between guns.

Walking into the door, Charon, the black waiter at the counter, saw John from a distance and smiled at them very gracefully, "Good evening, gentlemen."

"I'm here to find Sandino D'Antonio."

"He's waiting for you in the lounge, sir."

"Thank you."

"Uh, please wait a moment."

"what else"

"Large luggage needs to be stored at the counter." Charon looked at the big gun on Richard's shoulder with embarrassment. Even if this was a gathering place for killers, this thing was too eye-catching. The killers in the hall were all discussing Li Cha. Inspector’s identity.

bang

Richard threw the machine gun on the counter and walked to the back with John.

"Hey, who is this kid? He is so arrogant." An old man walked over with a young girl on his arm and asked, looking at the machine gun.

"Newly registered members of the Asia Chapter."

"newcomer"

"Yes..."

"The newcomers are so arrogant nowadays. I need to teach them some manners someday."

"..." The waiter did not reply to this sentence because he had just received the identity information swiped out of the system.

Name: Richard

Code: none

Gold: 0

Kills: Ordinary killer 28, "Ares"

He was not interested in teaching others politeness if he could kill a killer who left a nickname in the system.

Regardless of the guests in the hotel, the Continental Hotel does look like a five-star hotel. The sunken seating area is very warmly decorated, and the warm dark red colors make people feel comfortable in the cold city of New York.

At this moment, Sandino felt very comfortable. The soft sofa, the just-awakened red wine, and the food on the plate that was enough to win three stars from the Tire Family all made him extremely relaxed physically and mentally.

Looking at John and Richard standing in front of him, Sandino leisurely picked up a perfectly roasted piece of meat on the plate and put it into his mouth.

"Duck fat, very unusual flavour, have you seen the menu..."

"Jonathan~" An old man next to the bar shouted John's name loudly. He was Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York. He was one of the oldest managers in the organization. His many years of experience allowed him to see that John was in a very bad state. Unusual, and Sandino was still adding fuel to the fire, he couldn't stop this idiot, he could only try to stop John.

"A person can stay here for a long time..." Sandino was still pretending to be dead, while Winston had already stepped down from the bar stool.

"Listen to me, Jonathan."

bang bang

Two gunshots rang out at the same time, and Sandino also had two small holes in his head.

"Task Progress: Chairman of the High Table 13"

"Uncle, the room was a little noisy just now. I didn't hear what you said. It's much better now. What do you want?"