Click!

    The sound of pulling the pump is crisp and pleasant.

    Winchester, a century famous gun.

    In London, the fog capital in 1888, Luli once saw someone use it, and the Winchester M12 shotgun in his hand cast the brilliance of pump guns, nicknamed trench sweeper.

    Bang! Bang!

    The harsh gunfire made the bystanders feel delusional, as if they were in Mexico where crime is rampant. You know, this is New York!

    At the same time, some brave drivers got up and unconsciously looked up to see the results——

    This time, Gus didn''t have the good luck before. All the rear tires exploded and the iron sheet on the door was full of holes, which made people wonder whether the goods loaded inside could still be intact.

    In fact, Xuezu has awakened from his deep sleep. He lies silently in the loam, because he can''t leave his soil for too long or too far before crossing the river.

    "It''s over. It''s a big ending with one shot? It''s incredibly simple."

    With that, Lu Li came down from the police car with a shotgun.

    Due to inertia, the white Nissan car, which lost two tires, rushed into the green belt, dragged for dozens of meters, hit a cement pile and spun around the road.

    A voice continued from the mobile phone: "repeat, three rules."

    Gus''s angry voice sounded——

    "White man, bitch!"

    "First, get out of here."

    "Second, suck me *!"

    "Third, send someone to save me!"

    Facing the police with shotgun, he has no power to fight back unless Satan shows up.

    Thinking of this, Gus grabbed the seat to stabilize his body. Then, he lowered his body, loaded the pistol and looked at the coffin in the back row.

    "Brother, what the hell are you? Can make those stupid X-Men so crazy."

    Gus complained like a rap.

    Then the coffin began to shake violently.

    The blood ancestor instinctively felt the danger. The human who was coming here was too dangerous, even more dangerous than the demon hunter who had chased him for more than ten centuries.

    "Remember to send your master across the river before dawn."

    When Gus''s mysterious employer finished speaking, Lu Li''s mobile phone rang at the same time, and the caller ID was [Sheriff Ross]

    Unfortunately, Lu Li didn''t answer. I''m afraid it''s not a good thing to call at this time.

    At the headquarters of Shixin group, not too far from 59th Street, an old man sat in a wheelchair and silently watched the live broadcast from the road monitoring. He was nearly 90 years old and was about to die.

    For people of this age, modern medicine is difficult to play a role. After all, the old body can''t bear even a heart change operation, let alone other operations.

    Now, Palmer can only stay in a room 20 degrees below normal temperature.

    "In my whole life, I have realized what it feels like to act across the border."

    "This time, we crossed the line again, didn''t we?"

    Beside Palmer, a man in a suit put his mobile phone back in his pocket and said nothing.

    "I still can''t adapt to you without breathing."

    "Yes, I sometimes miss the feeling of breathing."

    While they were talking, a man wearing a monkey mask came out of the elevator, with black hair, a Japanese short knife on his shoulder, a handbag in his left and right hands, and said in fluent English: "you''d better find a way to get rid of this man named Lu Li, and do everything you can."

    "Mr. Zhou, don''t you have confidence in your men?" Palmer pressed the button and the wheelchair rose. He stared at the more mysterious man.

    He has no interest in money or women. Judging from the performance of Mr. Zhou climbing the top floor of the building with his bare hands yesterday, he is undoubtedly a monster. He has no physical problems and does not have to thirst for health and longevity.

    "They can only stop it for a while."

    The monkey faced man shook his head, opened his first handbag and took out a stack of Sketches: "help me find two people. They are in New York. The first person''s name is Wei Feng. His identity may be a policeman or security guard. Find a way to make him unemployed."

    "The other is Pan Ming, whose identity is uncertain. If your people meet him, you''d better be polite."

    The expressionless suit man finally had an expression. He smiled with a strong German accent: "is this Mr. Pan your friend?"

    "German, you''d better shut up."

    "Of course, if you want to die, I''d be happy to help."

    Mr. Palmer frowned. He didn''t know where the loyal servant of the blood ancestor who kept a low profile offended the man.

    "Mr. Zhou, we should meet for the first time."

    Aihorst kept smiling, stared at the person who provoked him and continued, "moreover, I''m no longer human now. How can I say nationality."

    Under his eyelids, there appeared a layer of film that did not belong to human beings and quickly closed from the left and right sides to the middle. In this way, they kept sliding on the surface of the eyeball, disgusting.

    Mr. Palmer shuddered at this, but his heart lit up again at the thought of the benefits of becoming such a creature.

    From beginning to end, none of the three looked at the screen.

    Because, in order to ensure that Xuezu crossed the river smoothly, they specially set up a backhand at the Queens bridge.

    Five twenty in the morning, 59th Street.

    At this moment, Gus has a deeper understanding of his employer——

    Local gangs gathered here. They drove a large number of cars retrograde from the other end of the bridge to intercept each other''s way; The sniper guarding nearby put a cold gun and forced the damn policeman to find shelter.

    Meanwhile, passers-by parked on both sides of the road kept making emergency calls, but they didn''t get any response. None of the traffic police and district police who should have been stationed nearby could see it. The whole area seemed to disappear from the map of New York.

    "It''s finally interesting."

    Hiding behind the concrete pier, Lu Li was not nervous, but relieved.

    At this time, all the little mice hiding in the dark were exposed. The truck blocked the way and the sniper was involved. It seems that the other party has only this ability.

    At first, he thought there would be heavy firearms such as rocket launchers. However, considering that the order has not yet collapsed, the chaebols dare not do things too much. At present, this array is probably the limit that the behind the scenes can do.

    "Help carry this cabinet to the car."

    Gus didn''t dare to approach the coffin, so he simply commanded several uninformed gang members to help carry it.

    Suddenly, one of them screamed bitterly, loosened the coffin, waved his bloody arm, and a bullet accurately penetrated the guy''s ulna.

    Obviously, with the distance apart, Lu Li pulled out the Beretta pistol in the holster.

    "Since someone is covering up, I''ll let go a little."