Unlimited Fraudster

(PS can’t write it down, so I wrote it at the beginning, don’t worry, it’s not worth the money, the one who said that lions don’t need to exercise, go back and read the animal world, and then learn biology again, and about the use of firearms, I think I said it very clearly , it's like picking a dish with chopsticks. You don't need to think about how to move the chopsticks at all. You only need to pick which dish to pick. Using a gun makes sense. Finally, the number of chapters in the previous chapter is wrong, but the mother doesn't give it. Change, it doesn't matter (stands hands)!)

The seemingly casual act of pulling the trigger was actually induced by Feng Xue's intuition. When his heartbeat increased so much that even people nearby could hear the sound, Feng Xue's intuition told him the timing of shooting.

It was a mysterious and mysterious feeling, as if you wanted to pick up something on the ground, so you stretched out your hand. You didn't need to think about which finger to move, how much force to use, or how your hand would swipe through the air. The arc, all you have to do is to see something, and then want to pick it up.

"Like an arm... is it like a part of the body? In other words, the value of this intuition, in addition to improving physical fitness, the biggest effect is knowing how to use a weapon?" Feng Xue poured out the bullets from the gun. , but fell into silence and sluggishness, accompanied by rapid breathing, which is not surprising in the eyes of killers, adrenaline surged, and the human body must ensure a large amount of oxygen supply. normal.

"Huh..." The recovered Feng Xue swayed to the chair beside him, reached into his pocket and took out a jar of pills, and performed a full set.

Um……

The old **** came over and traded the flies for the medicine bottle.

"This is unscientific." Feng Xue looked at the fly and the fly's wings in his hand, and said sincerely that he really felt unscientific.

Not to mention that the bullet is bigger than the fly, even if it can hit the fly's wings, the fly's body will definitely be smashed. , the fly is still alive and its wings are intact, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it was cut directly...

"Before today, many things were unscientific for you, and what you felt was not a panic attack. Your heart rate could reach more than 400 per minute. Such a high heart rate can send a lot of adrenaline. By sending your blood into your blood, it can give you a faster reaction ability than ordinary people." The old **** introduced rhetorically, but Feng Xue wanted to tell him at this time that it wasn't because of a fast heartbeat that there was a lot of adrenaline, but It's because of the adrenaline that makes the heart beat faster...

However, the actor's self-cultivation made him shut his mouth after all, quietly listening to the old **** pretending to [beep——]:

"There are very few people in the world who can do that. Your father can, and so can you. With a little training, you can learn to control this power."

"So, what are you going to ask me to do?" Feng Xue spread out his hands, closed the safety of the bullet-filled gun, and put it on the table beside him.

He didn't plan to imitate the threat of the protagonist in the original book, because the threat was basically a joke, although he was also very curious about what Wesley would actually shoot when Sloan put the gun on his chest, but he Also expecting to learn something from this group of people, so I can only continue to pretend to be my grandson.

"You have the blood of a killer flowing in your veins. You should belong here. We will train you to become a qualified killer. Believe me, this is more suitable for you than wasting your life in that kind of garbage company." Xue's reaction, but the old **** still said in a missionary-like tone: "You are like a beast in a cage, all you need is a key to release you. How about it, choose to give full play to yourself Talent, or live a miserable life in that beast-like pen? The gun you put on the table is the No. 17 Imaishi (I haven't found this model of gun, and I don't know if it's a screenwriter, an actor or a translator. After all, they don't necessarily understand guns, anyway, I look like Beretta 92, because the clip tenon is not in the retainer, so it should be 92s instead of f, just added a carved handle and a brake), it used to be It belongs to your father, he can even conduct a symphony orchestra with this gun, and you, with this gun, will kill the man who killed your father in cold blood..."

"That's right, then I said to him, 'You killed my father', and then he would tell me, 'I am your father'... Well, American jokes, you deserve it." Feng Xue turned over in his heart White eyes spit out, but there is no meaning on his face, but the person who maintains the law-abiding youth set up: "I can't kill people."

"No, you can," the old **** answered affirmatively. "It's your destiny, isn't it?"

"I didn't..." Before Feng Xue could finish speaking, the old **** interrupted him——

"I have called you about your father's property, and I assure you that it is quite rich."

"I don't care about money! I won't kill people for money!" Feng Xue's tone softened slightly, as if he was really tempted. Of course, this was also under the observation of the old nigger. He knew his goal. Shaken, so he decided to pursue the victory--

"We don't kill for money, we are the weapons of fate."

"What is that? Delusional disorder? Adolescence syndrome?" Feng Xue's face was full of mockery, and the sense of distrust made the old **** blush.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still opened his mouth and said--

"We follow fate's instructions, kill the sinner who may harm others, kill one person, save more people, and if this person happens to be offered a reward, we will not resist adding an extra income."

"Justice partner's game?" Feng Xue raised his eyebrows and put on a slightly pleasant smile, "It sounds interesting, when will it start? Do you need to kill a target first and make a name? Still need Do social death first and give up your original identity?"

"..." It seems that he did not expect Feng Xue to enter the state so quickly, and the old **** who had already prepared a bunch of belly drafts couldn't help but stunned for a while, but as a black-hearted gang leader (there is no need for elders here) This word), he still reacted immediately——

"Don't be in such a hurry, you are not ready yet, calm down and think about it carefully, whether you want to join us or not, oh, by the way, what I have to tell you is that the person who killed your father was the one who wanted to kill him last night. your people."

I have to say that although play-and-play is an old routine, the reason why the routine is called a routine is because humans love it. If Feng Xue hadn't read the script in advance, he might have been fooled. Well, it's just Not sure.

After all, for a social animal, hanging silk, poor ghost, and green hat man, who would refuse the opportunity to get rid of the boring and crushing reality and embrace a thrilling and exciting adventure career? Even if they really come into contact with **** their pants with regret~www.wuxiaspot.com~, when they haven't really understood all this, most people will still go up there recklessly, right?

After all, life is already so unbearable, let's dream more.

then.

"How can I contact you."

"I'm Sloan, this is Fox, and she's in charge of contacting you. If you really think about it, please contact her."

[Ding——Get Fox's contact number, which has been added to the address book...]

If it is a game, there will probably be a sound like this, right?

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