Minty lived in Jordan's house for a day. After hearing the news, the big old man rushed to Jordan's house and took Minty away angrily.

　　 By the way, Big Daddy provided May and Peter with a safe temporary base.

　　 The big daddy looked very angry, but in fact, Jordan could feel that the big daddy was taking off the burden for Jordan in another way.

　　 Whether it's Mindy or May and Peter, it's a burden for the time being.

　　 Joe Danny did not reject the kindness of the big daddy. In addition to Jordan, the big daddy also has a good friend Marcus, who is now a senior detective of the New York City Police Department.

　　 Marcus is there, enough to ensure the safety of Dad, Mei and others.

　　 Jordan Danny needs to face retaliation from the Osborne Group and the CIA.

　　 Both parties are big forces. Coupled with Jordanian's deliberate appearance at the police station last night, Jordanian believes that it won't take too long for both parties to come.

　　 Approaching the evening, Jordanian arranged everything about himself, and seemed to be thinking about something.

　　Mei and Peter have left, but Jordan still needs a fight to make sure that all the attention is focused on himself.

　　 It's just that Jordan isn't sure if he wants to put the battlefield here on his rented place.

　　 bang bang bang!

　　 The sky outside hadn't completely dimmed, and suddenly there was a violent knock on the door.

　　 Joe Danny instinctively wanted to touch the gun, and then thought that if the opponent is not kind, he won't knock at all, and if the opponent comes with kindness, he won't be so rude.

　　 Whether life is good or fighting, many times, the details can reflect a lot of things.

　　 Joe Danny pressed the gun behind him, came to the side of the door, and dialed the window next to him. A vague reflection fell into Jordan's eyes.

　　 "Jovovich, F..k, **** Russian guy, I know you are inside..."

　　 Along with the violent knock on the door again, there was a violent knock on the door. The person here was Jordan Evans, the landlord of Jordan.

　　 A greedy, gambling, and lustful drunkard.

　　 "Mr. Evans, I don't know why you are here?" Jordan opened the door, frowning.

Monta Evans looked drunk and said arrogantly: "You **** rich Russian, this is American territory, and I am American, why can't I be here, this is my house... "

　　 Joe Danny calmly stretched out his right hand behind his back and said, "Mr. Evans, do you need me to show you the rental contract?"

　　Monta Evans persuaded him and said with a strong smile: "Haha, Joe, you can really be joking, I just want to do a survey and ask if you are comfortable living here? No other meaning."

　　 Joe Danny said with a cold face, "Anything else?"

Monta Evans sweated coldly and boldly said: "Joe, in fact, I don't want to come. Isn't the rent due in 20 days? A tenant came here and bid $5,000 per month. , I have to force me to ask to see if you have any intention to withdraw the rent. If so, I can refund you one thousand, no, two thousand dollars in liquidated damages!"

　　 Joe Danny's expression became more and more unhappy, and said: "Go away!"

　　Monta Evans looked flattering, and jumped: "Good!"

　　 After the greedy landlord left, Jordan had a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He turned over in an instant, made a small jump, and hid behind the stone pillar in the corner of the room.

　　 At the same time, from the window next to the doorway, a bullet turned and fell on Jordan's original standing in an extremely unscientific way.

　　 Assassin Mutual Aid Association, it's Nima!

　　 Hiding behind the stone pillar, a drop of cold sweat fell on Jordan's forehead.

　　 did not dare to have any stay, in a very strange way, as if drunk, crookedly, ran wildly towards the stairs.

　　 Behind Jordanian, bullets fell like crazy eyes.

　　 Arc ballistics!

　　This kind of unscientific attack method made Jordanian unable to judge the direction of the attacker at all. He didn't even counterattack.

　　 Waiting until Jordanian rushed to the second floor, not long after, an extremely sharp figure rushed into the room.

　　 Gululu!

　　 Just when this figure was about to rush towards the stairs, a small melon had already slanted and just rolled down the stairs.

　　 Jordan didn't dare to throw it. These people from the Assassin's Mutual Aid Association were all very accurate, and he had no chance to show up.

　　 Boom!

　　 There was a violent explosion, and the flames overflowed.

　　 After the explosion, in the smoke of gunpowder, Jordan was like a swift cheetah, tearing open the billowing smoke, holding guns in both hands, and shooting frantically at the slightly embarrassed person in the room.

　　 Floating shooting, shooting, random shooting, three bursts.

　　 A series of skills and bullets were surrendered, and it was only a short second or two. At least a dozen bullets were poured out by Jordan.

　　 However, even at this high rate of fire, the opponent can actually fight back.

Gunshots were thunderous, and the embarrassed figure broke out at a rate of fire that was not better than Jordanian, but the firearms and bullets were obviously special. Arc ballistics, even a single bullet, could knock down Jordanian’s two attacks. .

　　 The tinkering deformed bullet landed on the ground. UU Reading www.uukANAnshu.com

　　 I enter Nima!

　　 Arc ballistics is not scientific enough, but after the bullet collides, the second bullet can actually be shot down. Can this ballistic reflection be calculated?

　　 As a roaming shooter, he was actually compared with spearmanship.

　　 The old subsystem doesn't have any face.

　　 Even better than the marksmanship, Jordan directly rushed over like a goshawk, knocking on his knees, kicking in an instant, kicking in a whirlpool, and hitting three combos with a set of leg skills.

　　 With a bang, the figure stuck to the wall like a painting.

　　 "Xiete, are you Cassian?"

　　 Until then, Jordan had time to look at the appearance of the figure on the wall.

　　 The sky is getting dark, and the other party is a black brother again.

　　 This is not a mockery, but Jordan really didn't realize that the attacker was actually Cassian.

　　 Watching the black brother on the opposite side slide down from the wall and struggle, Jordan only hesitated for a moment, and then hit the opponent's head with a gun butt, causing him to pass out in a coma.

　　 And at this moment, a greater sense of crisis made Jordan's entire back feel as if a tail was erected, and his whole body trembled.

　　 "Nyima is really ruthless!"

　　 Struggling to slam Cassian toward the window, Jordan smashed the door abruptly, the windbreaker swayed, leaped, quickly filled, floated volleys, three bursts, stepped shots, mobile shots, random shots.

　　 A wave of bullets slammed wildly. The assassins outside the main entrance were obviously weaker than Cassian by more than one grade.

　　 In just one or two breaths, Jordanian cleared his troops instantly.

　　 Until this time, the dead guy pulled the trigger, and an RPG dragged a long flame tail into the room.