The Cycle of Worlds Begins with Naruto

"OK, I'll transfer the money now." The employer on the other side was timid for a while, and then 1 million US dollars came to Floyd's account.

"Hey, hey, hey, didn't we agree on 2 million US dollars before? What do you mean by only transferring 1 million US dollars?" Floyd was a little dissatisfied when he saw the balance in the account.

"I'll say it one last time. Pay me first and I'll help you get rid of this big rat. This is my principle. You can ask about my reputation in this circle. Have you ever taken money but not done anything? There are only 20 seconds left. Think it over!"

Floyd hated this kind of dishonesty. No one in the world can get the fruits of Floyd's labor for free.

"You'd better transfer the remaining 1 million immediately, because the target will enter the building soon, and then it will delay your plan." Floyd was not in a hurry, because as long as the employer wanted to continue to complete the cleaning of the target, he would not break his promise.

Sure enough, the remaining 1 million US dollars was transferred in the next second. Floyd stopped explaining and hung up the phone. He glanced at the target, and before the target entered the building, a bullet hit the steel column of the traffic sign at the door, and the ricocheted bullet shot directly into the back of the target's head.

"OK, done." Floyd successfully completed his assassination, and then immediately put on a leather mask, drove away in his 12-times-transferred rag.

As for the target's bodyguards, even though they quickly checked everyone nearby, they could not find Floyd.

This day's itinerary was no different from Floyd's usual routine. For Floyd, being a killer was the most convenient and fastest way to make money, and it was also a way to arm his young mind.

Under the dark curtain of Gotham City, the dead shooter Floyd is a super killer. So far, there has never been a record of failure. He is good at using all kinds of firearms. The longest shooting distance can reach 4,000 meters. He is good at using 9MM pistols, Gatling machine guns, revolvers, various submachine guns, sniper rifles, etc. are all Floyd's proficiency.

Compared with Floyd's powerful shooting ability, the bad family is not so lucky. In fact, Floyd had a complete family before. After all, people can't live in the past all the time, but even Floyd with a family couldn't hold on to the end.

Because Floyd's killer work was discovered by his wife, and he also had a child. Even if the wife really loves Floyd, the husband's work itself is difficult to accept, and the child will be affected, so the wife finally chose to part ways with Floyd helplessly.

Of course, the wife will not expose Floyd, but later the wife also degenerates, drinks, does not work, and becomes a rice bug in bed. As for his daughter, she needs to take care of herself most of the time.

As for Freud, he can only get in touch with his beloved daughter when he is free and after school.

It seems that Freud, who has completed his mission, has been waiting for his daughter at the gate of the junior high school today. As a father, he just wants to bring some delicious food to his daughter and send her back home safely.

"Hi, baby, here!" Freud gestured to his daughter, and fortunately, his daughter came over without any hesitation.

"Didn't mom come to pick you up?"

"You know mom is lying in bed, and she has been feeling unwell recently. You should talk to mom. But you don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself, and I can even make crepes by myself."

The daughter is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

"But in theory, it should be mom who takes care of you. I have money recently. You live with me. I can take care of you, and I have money to give you a better life."

Freud didn't want to see his daughter suffer so young, so he still hoped that he could take care of his daughter himself.

"Sorry, I can't live with you."

"Why? I don't smoke, drink, or take BD. I have the ability to take good care of you." Freud didn't know why his daughter didn't want to live with him.

"But mother said you killed someone."

"No, your mother lied to you. I won't kill anyone. This is just a lie from your mother..." Freud hesitated for 0.5 seconds before retorting.

"Sorry, Dad, I'm not a three-year-old child. Although I don't know what you are doing, I think you are doing something bad. But don't worry, I still love you."

The topic fell into silence for a while. Freud thought he could convince his daughter, but the fact was...The daughter was sensible, and Freud could not force her to go against her will.

The two began to walk back. When they passed a small alley, a huge bat suddenly floated down from behind them - it was the owner of Gotham City, Batman Bruce.

Of course, Bruce had been busy dealing with the collected materials and samples these days, but three days ago Bruce received an anonymous letter, which recorded Freud's crimes in detail.

Of course, because the content was too realistic and detailed, Bruce was a little unconvinced at first, and then he investigated and found that the description of the anonymous letter and Freud's crimes were true, so Bruce came to Freud after some preparation.

Bruce grabbed Floyd's shoulder with his strong arm. Floyd tried to break free immediately, but Bruce said at the same time: "It's all over, Deadshot. I don't want to do it in front of your daughter. Do you understand me?"

Of course, Floyd couldn't just surrender because of Bruce's words. Floyd immediately pulled out his gun and shot, but Bruce reacted quickly and hit Floyd's arm directly. The first bullet missed.

Bruce took the opportunity to hit Floyd's left face with his left swing, and then aimed his right foot at the bend of Floyd's left leg, and then Floyd was knocked down on one knee involuntarily. Bruce then put his hands on his chest and punched Floyd with his fists, which directly knocked Floyd off balance.

Floyd also fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, and took out his gun and aimed at Bruce again.

"Dad, stop!" At this time, Floyd's poor daughter stood in front of the gun and begged her father not to shoot with tears.

"Zoe, get out of the way!"

"Please, Dad, don't continue, don't shoot!" Zoe continued to beg Floyd while crying, hoping that her father Floyd would turn back from his wrong path.