Anti-hero of a certain comic

The bloody scene of bullets penetrating the glass curtain wall and opening a large hole in the human body completely destroyed the relaxed atmosphere in the venue.

The waiter carrying the tray fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from the wound on his left chest, bringing out the rotten organs.

Next to her was a bejeweled lady, her round face smeared with expensive cosmetics was covered with scattered blood mist.She was as motionless as a statue, her narrowed pupils filled with fear.

Two or three seconds later, high-decibel screams resounded throughout the audience. The wealthy businessmen who had been talking about the future of the city or the country's economy one moment fell to the ground in inelegant postures, all of them losing their bearing.

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Another large-caliber bullet shot through the glass, and the crisp shattering sound sounded like the call of death to everyone's ears.

The person who was unfortunately shot this time was a notary from the city government. One of his arms was blown to pieces, and the rotten flesh and blood was sprinkled on the marble tiles like water, forming a composition with a rather post-modern artistic atmosphere.

The dead shooter used a large-caliber sniper rifle, and it was most likely even a terrifying weapon like the Barrett 2a1.

The anti-materiel weapon produced by Barrett Arms Company almost occupies a dominant position in the 12.7mm sniper rifle market due to its excellent properties such as long range, high accuracy and high power. It is used by the armies of Western countries, mainly Equipped for military and police departments.

Generally speaking, its main combat targets are enemy armored vehicles, aircraft and fortification bunkers. Of course, it is often used to shoot enemy targets from long distances.

There is an interesting anecdote about Barrett's early years. It is said that when this large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle is fired, the gunpowder gas ejected from the muzzle brake will stir up a large amount of dust near the hiding spot, causing the enemy to discover the sniper's position. .

Therefore, Barrett's sniper was used, which earned him the joking title of "cannon fodder."

The screams in the venue caused a spreading panic, and the bloody and cruel death scenes made people feel nauseated and vomited.

The fragile human body is as tender as a piece of tofu in the face of this extremely lethal thermal weapon.

Once hit, the bullet will fragment from the wound as the center point, causing horrific trauma.If it hits the waist, the body will even split into two parts instantly.

So the first waiter who was shot had a big hole in his chest, while the second notary from the city government had one of his arms smashed.

"Hide here and don't move"

Leo used the cover of tables and chairs to send Walter Steele into a blind corner of the venue.

After two shots, he roughly judged the death shooter's foothold based on the trajectory and direction of the bullet.

"Take a deep breath and stay calm. Here are the car keys, take them."

Leo, who had rescued Walter Steele, pressed Felicity's head, and the two of them squatted under a long table.

He held the face of his female companion, stared into the unfocused eyes, and said word by word: "The killer failed to hit the target with two shots in a row. He will definitely be preparing to retreat. You hide here and wait until 10 Minutes or so, then ran out of the venue, went downstairs, and waited for me in the car."

The blonde in a royal blue backless evening gown completely lost her ability to think and subconsciously nodded and held the car keys.

Leo stuffed her under the table, and the white curtain blocked the view outside the glass wall. He squatted and left the venue.

"Sandra, the dead shooter is in the tower at twelve o'clock." An emotionless voice entered the communication headset, and Leo said in a deep voice: "Don't give him another chance to shoot."

"You shouldn't put yourself in danger, Leo."

said Ms. Siwa, standing on the top floor of the Exchange Building.

She was wearing a red and black tights, the style was similar to the costumes in ancient martial arts. An alloy arrow was nailed into the wall outside the second tower, and then ejected from the fixed metal hook.

Under the night sky, a small figure flew past, and below was the undulating train of lights.

A moment later, Ms. Siwa broke the window and rushed inside the tower, rolling around and hiding in the shadows like a ghost.

"I will use the friendship of the Quinn family in the future, so Walter Steele cannot die. He is a trustworthy partner."

Leo seemed to be running, his voice was rapid and uneven.

The reason why he saved Walter Steele was not only because he was a good man, but more importantly, the subsequent development plan for the Palm Lake slum area required the full support of the Quinn family.

There are 24 blocks there, a large number of abandoned factories and unfinished buildings, and a population of nearly 100 million.

Even with the strong strength of the White family, if they want to start a development project alone, they may have to face a lot of pressure.

"You always have a good reason. This Deadshot's marksmanship is really accurate."

Fierce gunshots came from the communication headset. Ms. Siwa's breathing was steady and she didn't feel nervous at all.

Even if the killer she faces may be the person with the most accurate marksmanship in the world.

One minute later, Leo followed the cable shot by Ms. Siwa and jumped in through the broken window.

The interior of the pitch-black tower was extremely quiet, with no gunshots and no fists and feet clashing. It was obvious that the battle was over, with only bullet casings left on the ground.

Leo was not surprised at all by this. He naturally knew Ms. Siwa's fighting ability. This terrifying woman who liked to kill martial artists with her bare hands was not a weak person.

"No challenge at all. This guy is terrible at everything except shooting accurately."

Ms. Siwa sat at the window, with Deadshot lying on the ground under her feet.

The cold night wind whistled by, blowing the long black hair.

"Hello, Mr. Floyd Lawton."

Leo walked over, smiled slightly, and called the other person's real name.

As a gunslinger, it's only natural that Deadshot would lose quickly if he loses his concealed shooting spot and then faces one of the strongest martial artists in the world.

"When did I get into trouble with people like you?"

Floyd coughed several times. He was beaten by Ms. Siwa so much that his sternum was shattered, his right hand was dislocated, and he completely lost his ability to fight.

This Asian woman is simply terrifying. She seems to be able to judge where her shot will land and dodge it first.

Coupled with strong physical strength, ghostly speed and stealth ability, Floyd Lawton, known as the dead shooter, was easily eliminated without even touching the opponent's shadow.

"Actually, we don't know each other, and we don't have any grudges. It's just that your reputation, Mr. Lawton, is too great. Someone has taken a fancy to your talent and hopes to do something for them."

Leo glanced at the sniper rifle thrown on the ground and said softly: "Warren Patel will pay you 150 million to kill the three most competitive targets."

James Holder, who participated in the bidding, was killed by him and the blame was thrown to the vigilantes. The death of another competitor, Carl Rasmussen, did not cause much movement.

On the one hand, the Star City Police Department is tracking down the vigilantes and is worried about Martin Summers' gang and the Triads starting a fight; on the other hand, too many rich people have died in recent times, causing some confusion among the news media and Star City residents. numbness.

"Walter Steele was the last one, right? You could have finished the deal and walked away, taking the money and enjoying yourself for a while, if you hadn't been caught by me. Now, freedom is for you, Gone forever.”

Leo raised a smile, showed the Sky Eye Society logo on his phone, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lawton, you can only work for the government from now on. Congratulations on joining the Sky Eye Society."

"You can't do this. My daughter is only five years old. She is waiting for me to go back in Gotham. Her name is Zoe. Her mother is the most irresponsible woman in the world. I can't be sent to some shit."

When Freud saw the symbol of the Sky Eye Society, he suddenly became excited. He knew very well the working style of these government departments.

Once incorporated, it means that the identity will disappear and you can only become a "non-existent person" to carry out suicidal and dangerous missions.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Lawton, please calm down first."

Leo waved his hand to stop the dead shooter from talking, and he showed a gentle smile, "Do you think I am the kind of good person who is easily moved by family stories, so I am soft-hearted and let you go?"

"There are too many bad people in this world who have miserable or sad pasts behind them. Some of them are ridiculed and ostracized by others because of their physical deformities; some are trapped in a chaotic and delusional spirit. When these people occasionally show signs of The compassionate or vulnerable side will inevitably make people feel sympathy and understanding.”

"However, I am not a good person with good intentions. A cold villain like me, a conspirator hiding in the dark, will not be moved by your daughter living in Gotham, even though she is only five years old and looking forward to it every day Her daddy is back home; even though she has a terrible mom, life ahead of her is probably going to be rough and hard.”