I become light in Marvel

Chapter 118 "Nothing More"

A door was opened creakingly, and a man stood at the door, his shadow was cast on the floor by the light outside the door for a long, long time.

His name is Floyd Lawton, but he prefers to be called by his nickname at work.

Death shooter.

He is the best shooter on the planet, especially good at sniping, and he claims to be flawless.Originally, he still held the title of "The Best Killer in the World", but recently a lunatic who called himself "Death Knell" appeared in the industry.

That desperate lunatic made a few big deals that shocked the industry a while ago, and there are even rumors that he himself said harshly, "As long as the money is in place, even gods can't be killed."Many customers praised that lunatic very much, and many people thought that guy was the best killer in the world.

Lawton is unimpressed by this.

He felt that the rumors were mostly exaggerated.One day he will get the chance to compete with that death knell and tell everyone who is number one in the industry.

But not today.

Today he came for a big order.He still doesn't know who the client is, but he only knows that the other party is very generous, and the advance payment is eight figures.This aroused Lawton's interest in this business, even for the advance payment, he would be happy to go through it.

But when he looked at the designated location, he found that there was only a dark, empty room, without even a single ghost.

mischief?

But what kind of lunatic spends so much money on a prank?

"I've been waiting for you, human."

A gloomy voice sounded in the darkness.

Death Archer turned his head following the sound, and was suddenly stunned.

He saw a gorilla.

Yes, that's right, a gorilla.Huge, muscular, huge skeleton and thick skin, black and thick hair.

Lawton froze for a moment.

"...you're a monkey."

"Orangutan!" The gorilla was annoyed, "Stupid humans always can't tell the difference."

"you're still talking"

"Of course I'm talking. Are you deaf or something?" The gorilla looked contemptuous.

"Well, my client is a talking chimpanzee."

Lawton is also worthy of being a well-informed top killer, and he quickly accepted this setting.

Killer rule 101, never pay attention to the background of your patron, even if it is a talking chimpanzee, as long as he pays.

"I heard that you are the best killer." The orangutan narrowed his eyes. "Better not let me down, human."

"of course."

Speaking of professionalism, Tired immediately became confident, showing a cold and professional expression.

"You just need to tell me where and who to kill."

After a pause, he frowned and suddenly thought of something.

"Wait, isn't my assassination target an orangutan? That being said, it might be a bit difficult. Since all orangutans look alike to me, I might not be able to recognize them."

The orangutan gave a heavy "hum", and his nostrils shrank.

"Of course not. What the great king wants to kill is a human being. If it weren't for being too conspicuous in the human world, we would have shot it ourselves."

"You still have a king." Lawton frowned, "So his name is Caesar, and he plans to conquer the earth?"

The gorilla looked at him blankly.

"Okay, back to the mission. Who am I going to kill?"

"A human being, in the city you call Midtown."

The orangutan drops a small ball.The metal sphere rolled twice, emitting light on the floor to form a three-dimensional projection.

Lawton raised his eyebrows again.

An orangutan who can use high technology is even more magical.

On the projection screen is a handsome blond young man, wearing a lab coat and looking a bit shy.

"Barry Allen from Midtown, a researcher at the crime identification laboratory of the Midtown Police Department." The orangutan looked at Deadshot, "Can it be done?"

"Who do you want me to kill? I think it's just a nobody."

Lawton snorted confidently.

"The task will be completed by this time tomorrow. Pay."

"Remuneration is not a problem. The king can promise you more than you can imagine." The orangutan said coldly, "But don't underestimate the enemy. This human...may be a little different."

"It's no different to me." Lawton smiled confidently.

Gotham's Batman has been rumored to be a legend.But Laughton had just seen him once last month, and it felt like that.

To put it so bluntly, his dead shooter managed to escape after being blown up by a car and beaten up?

It was nothing more than lying in the hospital with bandages and plaster for a month after returning.

Batman?

Oh, but that's all.

"When people are killed, they die."

Lawton pulled out his gun and twirled it confidently in his hand.

"As long as you know who the target is, anyone ... is just a matter of one shot."

Any target locked by Deadshot is mortal, no exceptions.

Could he still dodge my bullets?

"hope so."

The orangutan snorted dully and retreated into the darkness.

"wait for your news."

Midtown, fast food restaurant.

"One cheeseburger, one cheeseburger, boneless fried chicken, crispy chicken nuggets, and give me a hot dog, salad, and a creamy mushroom pasta"

Barry Allen took the menu and typed it out, and the clerk who was in charge of ordering was writing vigorously on the paper. The writing speed was so fast that the tip of the pen seemed to draw afterimages, but she still couldn't catch up with his speed.

A month earlier, he had been struck by a bolt of lightning in his lab.After spending a month in bed and being sentenced by doctors that he may not wake up for life, he miraculously woke up a few days ago and made a full recovery and was able to get out of bed alive and kicking at a speed that doctors said was insane. up.

It's just that after that, he's always feeling hungry these days.

".Well, that's all for now. Huh? Why are you wet?"

"Oh no. Nothing"

The clerk, who almost had cramps in her hands after writing down three full pages, was out of breath, and brushed the hair that was stuck to her forehead with sweat.

"Confirm sir, are you waiting for a friend?"

Barry blinked.

"No, why?"

"Then these..." The clerk looked at the three pages of paper that were full of memories, "Are you eating alone?"

"Oh, yes. I don't know why my appetite is so good recently"

The clerk opened her mouth.

One person eats food for several people, and it is still high in oil and heat

You call that a bon appetit?

What's more, this young man looks thin and handsome.

How did he manage to eat like this and not gain weight?

Damn, so envious.

The clerk took the notebook and went.

However, it wasn't long before Barry came to urge him.

"I'm sorry, is my stuff still available?" he asked with a frown.

The clerk looked at him in astonishment, then at the time.

"Mister, although we are fast food, we are not 'fast' to that point. It has only been 30 seconds."

"Only 30 seconds?"

Barry scratched his head.

"Why do I feel like it's been a long time. Anyway, hurry up and hurry up."

As he spoke, he returned to the chair, but he was restless as if there were thorns on the chair.For a while the left leg was resting on the right leg, and for a while the right leg was resting on the left leg, and the knuckles were knocking unconsciously on the table in a fast rhythm.

A dinner plate was placed in front of him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Barry looked up, surprised immediately.

"Agent Williams?"

"it's me."

Shen You, who was wearing the "Agent Williams" vest, beckoned and smiled at him.

"I happened to be passing by on business nearby, and I haven't seen you for a while."