The black car slammed open the railing that was locked with a chain, and rushed into the abandoned parking lot. The three SUVs that followed did not show any weakness and also followed in.

　　

　　 The chasing soldiers probably knew that this parking lot was a dead end, and they were not rushing to shoot in a hurry.

　　

　　 The tires made a harsh rubbing sound, and the car barely stopped when it was only half a meter away from the front wall.

　　

　　 Xie Lun looked back at the SUV that had stopped not far behind, smiled and said to Chen Meimei: "Get down, stay here, I'll be back soon."

　　

　　 Chen Meimei nodded obediently, she was curled up in the back seat, and now she pressed it down even more.

　　

　　 Sharon "Ka La" loaded the pistol, moved his neck, pushed the car door, and rushed out.

　　

　　【Low-level pistol shooting specialization-activation】

　　

　　【Low-level close combat specialization-activation】

　　

　　【Low-level Mozambique Shooting Skill-Activation】

　　

　　 "Papa Papa..."

　　

　　 A big gunman walking in the front shivered twice, and a cloud of plasma burst out of his head.

　　

　　 In the dim parking lot, Xie Lun flashed between the pillars and the abandoned vehicles like a ghost. Every time you show up, you will inevitably take away a life.

　　

　　 The quality of the gang members in this world is similar, and even these Russians are not as good as the Mexican militants. Without seeing Sharon at all, he just fired wildly at the surroundings with his gun.

　　

　　 So in just ten seconds, all the guns and bullets in everyone's hands were all shot. So when he was hurriedly changing the magazine, Xie Lun quietly appeared from the shadows, and the HK416 he took out from Xiaocao ejected a deadly flame!

　　

　　 Accompanied by the rapid gunfire, these gang members fell halfway down in an instant. Seeing the corpse of his companions, the **** nature of these young hairs was also aroused. Among them, two burly men with big heights just raised their guns and rushed over with howling. In a vain attempt to attract Sharon's attention with himself, he gave other companions time to change the magazine.

　　

　　 It's a pity that Sharon doesn't need to change the magazine.

　　

　　 If the other party pulls a distance from you, it may cause some trouble, but if you take the initiative to approach you, you are looking for death. After all, with the bonus of "Passive Skill: Low-level Mozambique Shooting Skill", the closer the distance, the higher the accuracy.

　　

　　 Xie Lun almost didn't need to aim, so he headed the two heroic big men, and then "suddenly" a shuttle, and the other two had just changed their magazines into briquettes.

　　

　　 "Kaka..."

　　

　　 The HK416 in Xie Lun's hands is also empty.

　　

　　 At the same time, the last two gang members frantically pulled the trigger at Xie Lun. Just among the sparks and flints, Xie Lun flew a kick and picked up a corpse in the air, attracting the enemy's attention.

　　

　　 But he squatted down instantly, pulled out the M9, and steadily hit the last two gang members.

　　

　　 "Pump!"

　　

　　 At the same time that the corpse picked up by Xie Lun fell to the ground, the two people killed by Xie Lun also fell to the ground.

　　

　　 "Hoo... It's done! Even experience and points are not given. It seems that these guys have nothing to do with the case."

　　

Xie Lun stood up, looked at the corpses all over the floor, exhaled a long sigh, and suddenly curled his lips: "Damn, I forgot to ask about the origins of these old guys. I even dared to shoot at the speed in New York City in broad daylight. Little thing."

　　

　　 "They are the Yulele Gang from the Bronx."

　　

　　 A somewhat familiar voice sounded.

　　

　　 Xie Lun didn’t look back, and while changing the magazine for HK416, he smiled and said, “You’re watching the show next to you, and you don’t even say to help.”

　　

"No need." Looking at the corpses, the sweater man with his hands in his pockets shrugged. "Don't mention them, even I am not your opponent. Whether it is marksmanship or quick response, you are my knowledge. The strongest person ever."

　　

　　 With a "card", Xie Lun loaded the rifle and looked at the sweater man: "How did you find this place?"

　　

　　 The sweater man tilted his head outside the parking lot: "Follow the woman on the subway who wants to assassinate you. Don't say, remove the disguise, it's still a blonde."

　　

　　 "Really? What about her?"

　　

"After seeing the picture of you killing these people in the dark, she immediately retreated without looking back." The sweater man laughed, "If I were you, I would be careful about trapping bombs or long-range sniper rifles in the future, anyway. I don't have the confidence to play close combat with you."

　　

The sweater man was right. At this time, Mrs. Smith gritted her teeth and gave an order to her assistant: "Go and prepare explosives and sniper rifles... Go to TMD to keep a low profile. You haven't seen the guy's skill. Close combat is just for you. Die... Damn, is the NIA agent's strength so perverted?"

　　

And Mrs. Smith would not have imagined that at this time her husband, Mr. Smith, in her home, was wrapped in a towel, standing in the kitchen, frying eggs while talking on the phone: "The accident, the last time was purely an accident, otherwise I would be too early. Just kill the target... Don't worry, I won't play those bells and whistles again this time, I will stab me directly behind the back... That's right, assassinating me close is the best skill!"

　　

　　 Not to mention how the killer couple died, the three of Xie Lun drove out of the parking lot, and changed a car halfway.

　　

　　 "Luke Wright," the sweater man offered to reach out to Sharon, "former member of the NIA New York Sixth Action Team."

　　

　　 Xie Lun glanced at him, did not shake hands with him, but said coldly: "As far as I know, the New York branch has never had a sixth action team."

　　

　　 Luke smiled bitterly: "There is this team, which was formed by Mayor Ferry, and the funding and staffing belonged to the New York Police Department, just for the purpose of declaring that it belongs to the NIA."

　　

　　 "Doing this, will the NIA agree?"

　　

　　 "Why do you disagree, it's just a name. Besides, Mayor Ferry is in New York ~ lightnovelpub.net~ and he has no relationship with him. I can't get along with him in New York."

　　

　　 "In that case, how did you leave the action team?"

　　

　　 Luke sighed: "It's nothing, it's just a disagreement."

　　

　　 Xie Lun sneered: "You can't stand the darkness inside, right?"

　　

　　 "We did crack down on a lot of criminals at the beginning, and most of the gangs were suppressed and turned underground. But over time, they gradually deviated from the original intention of the year and did things even more than the gangs."

　　

Luke was unable to lean on his seat, and said quietly: "In a certain operation, they killed an innocent child in order to silence their mouths. I was angry and wrote a report letter to my superior. However, the result was, No one was affected in the slightest, only I was expelled from the action team."

　　

"Since then, I have lived a life of upheaval, sweeping the streets, collecting garbage, dredging the sewers, etc. I have done enough work. Later, my wife became ill, and in order to earn medical expenses, I had no choice but to go to the underground stadium to fight black punches. "

　　

　　 "A year ago, because I didn't fight fake punches, the Yulele gang brutally killed my wife and forced me to wander and kill anyone who had contact with me in order to force me to commit suicide."

　　

　　 "It's been a year, a whole year, and I really can't stand it. Just now, I wanted to commit suicide by lying on the rails. This kid saved me, so I want to save her."

　　

　　 Luke looked back at Chen Meimei sitting in the back seat.