Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

In New York's Grand Central Station, a fashionably dressed couple walked out and communicated in a low voice.

"Oh my god, are New Yorkers crazy? They dare to use the power of a city to fight against the high table," the woman said with a smile. It seemed that she was not as shocked as she said.

"New Yorkers, it's understandable. They always think that they are the center of the universe." The man next to her kissed her and smiled, "But from today on, there will be far fewer New Yorkers."

"Haha, honey, you are still so humorous." The woman saw a bathroom next to her and immediately said to the man, "Wait for me here, I will come as soon as I go."

"Okay, don't worry. There are so many people in New York, enough for us to kill." When the woman entered, the man looked around boredly, but soon, his eyes focused on a woman.

She was a tall Eastern European woman, young and beautiful, with a pair of turquoise eyes that made the man unable to look away. Moreover, when she saw the man's stupidity, the woman even smiled at him.

It's over, I'm in love, the man thought shamelessly, not caring that his girlfriend was still in the toilet.

The Eastern European woman walked towards the man, turned around and walked into the toilet the moment he was about to open his arms. Only the red ribbon tied around her neck swept past the tip of his nose.

hiss.So fragrant

The man took a deep breath and was intoxicated. However, before he could finish his intoxication, the fragrant wind blew out again, smiled at him again, and then floated away.

So fast

Wait, no.

The man suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and then he rushed into the women's restroom without caring about anything else. As soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded. His girlfriend was lying on the shampoo table, with a bullet hole in her temple, and she was still bleeding. .

Damn, that woman is a killer.

The man turned around and rushed out of the toilet. When he turned around, he saw the Eastern European woman turning a corner and walking out.

The man hurriedly chased after her, but the Eastern European woman was not very fast and could catch up with her in just a few steps.

Just as the man ran to the corner and turned the corner, he tripped over a dirty thigh and fell solidly to the ground.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, how are you? Are you okay?" The beggar who tripped him was kind-hearted and hurriedly helped him, but before he could push the beggar away, he felt a pain in his heart, and then Can't feel anything anymore.

When he was dying, he saw that the beggar also had a red ribbon wrapped around his arm. Although it was a little dirty, the red color was as dazzling as blood.

The same scene happened all over New York. Winston's men, the Russian gypsies, Bowery and his gang of beggars, who had been stabbed eight times but did not die, joined together to ruthlessly strangle all the New York City officials. Of course, some of the killers who work at the high table may die from misunderstandings, but the death of a few more killers is not a bad thing for the entire society.

At this moment, the leaders of the three parties are gathered on the top floor of the hotel, drinking glasses of wine and listening to the continuous reports from their subordinates.

"Where are John and Richard?" Bowery drank the wine in his glass. He looked particularly ferocious with knife wounds all over his face.

"They are waiting," replied Winston, "for the high table to appear."

"Those sons of bitches are really going to show up."

"Yes, the situation here is out of control. One or two adjudicators cannot solve the problem here at all. Unless they are willing to give up here, otherwise, it will definitely happen."

"Aren't you afraid that boy Richard will lie to you? What if he doesn't have the support of Gaotaizi behind him?"

"Haha, at this point, it doesn't matter whether there is anyone who supports us. The three of us unite together and we are already a force that cannot be underestimated. If another high-level table chairman really dies, even if Richard is behind the If no one supports it, there will be support by then. That kid is right when he says that if 12 people share a cake, 9 people will never be full." Winston took a sip of wine gracefully, he had already put the front and back After thinking clearly about the cause and effect, there will definitely be risks, but the proportion is not high, and compared with the benefits, this risk is completely acceptable.

Bowery shut his mouth. What Winston said made sense. Moreover, if Richard hadn't persuaded him before, how could he risk offending the high table to help him? I really thought he and John had anything to do with each other. Friendship is just his investment, and now it seems that the return on this investment is still good. As for the scars on his face, he is self-aware. Whether he has these scars or not, he has nothing to do with being handsome.

A whole day has passed, and the three New York City bosses have drank three bottles of good wine. The number of High Table table killers who died in New York has already reached three figures. Although these killers are not direct members of the High Table table, this number It's scary enough. The killer doesn't just have a gun. There are only more than 2000 killers in North America. Hundreds of people died at one time, and even a high table can't bear it.

"Winston, how do you think High Table will enter New York?" Bowery was so bored that he started chatting with Winston again.

"Your people are present at the airport, train station, and all major transportation routes into New York City. Is it possible that they can still fall from the sky?"

Buzz

The expressions of the three people changed. The sound was...a helicopter.

"Winston, you crow mouth..."

Under the illumination of the lights of the two armed helicopters, Winston raised his hands with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that they would be able to mobilize armed helicopters in New York City."

"Winston, Bowery, you underestimate the power of the high table. Moreover, the gap between us is so big that you only think about things with a killer's mind." There was another armed helicopter sandwiched between the two armed helicopters. A civilian helicopter, an old voice came from the loudspeaker on the aircraft.

"Now, repent. Repent for what you have done to the High Table, and your sins will be forgiven after your death."

The three of them looked at each other and knelt down with a wry smile. What else could they say? Their success fell short.

嗖

boom

Whizzing

Boom

Just as the three of them closed their eyes and waited to die, three streaks of white smoke flew out from the three windows below the hotel, accurately hitting the abdomens of the three helicopters, and bursting into flames with three gorgeous fireworks in the sky. Lighting up the New York City night sky.

John and Charon put down the still smoking rocket launchers on their shoulders and looked at Richard standing in the middle with admiration.

"How did you know they were coming by helicopter?"

"I don't know. I originally wanted to hit their bus with rockets, but who knew they would just show up at the door." Richard smiled at the two of them, "Okay, we should go up. I I think Winston and the others must have grown their mouths like frogs now."

"Haha, you're right, we have to go up and have a look quickly."

"Haha, this time, Richard, you are truly famous. By the way, Richard, have you thought about your title?" Charon looked back with a smile, but suddenly found that the room behind him was empty. .

"Where's Richard?"

"Haha, this is the real assassin. After completing the task, he disappears until he receives a new task." John was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Let's go Charon, maybe one day, we will meet again ."