The black young man smiled even more intensely when he heard this, his mouth wide open, and his back teeth were exposed: Great, we were going to the bar, but we didn’t know the time. If you could tell us, we would take you with you and invite you a drink by the way.
By chance, I was about to have a drink.
Russell opened the car door with a smile, silently chanting in his mind that he used the 'item card: M9', so when the car opened, the black young man was pushed against his forehead with a pistol and stepped back step by step.
When the other gangsters saw that something was wrong, they turned around and were about to escape. However, before they could take two steps, they heard Russell's ruthless shouting.
I will shoot anyone who runs the fastest!
The gangsters stopped helplessly, looked at me, and finally stood in a row with great experience on their hands against the wall.In the Great American Empire, this is the basic skill required to survive and is not surprising.
Man, we have no malice, we really just want to ask about time, can you move the gun away?The black young men were crying but not crying. Their purpose was very simple. They wanted to borrow a car and sell it for some pocket money after using it.
Sorry, you have no malice, but I have it!Russell's smile remained: Take out everything in his pocket, and each person only has one chance. If I find something hidden, maybe I will get angry and my pistol will go off fire.
The gangsters secretly called unlucky, and were dejected as if they were willing to accept their fate, taking out change, daggers, driver's licenses and other things from their pockets.
After Russell drove them away, he picked and chose the ground. The maximum denomination of a bunch of change was $20, and a total of $80 was thrown away.
Not even a credit card...
Russell sighed, then picked up a folded knife. He was surprised to find an Asian driver's license. He looked like a little face, and he should be a college student who was often bullied by these gangsters.
Russell was so at ease that he used his driver's license. In the eyes of the Americans, yellow people have extremely poor facial features and are basically just a face.
Put Dong X Damu and Zhou Nukuang's double Jaylen to ensure they can't recognize it.
……
bar!
It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Russell spent $10 to settle the dinner at Grandpa KFC. To be honest, there were so many sets that he hadn't finished.
After finishing dinner, Russell crossed two streets to the bar. Under the speechless gaze of the clerk, he threw down a $10 tip and ordered a glass of ice water.
The music in the bar is very soft, and many people call their friends to gather here after get off work. Russell found a corner and waited for the arrival of the cross.
He was not worried that the cross could not find him, the top killer, and it would be easy to locate a rookie like him.
Time passed minute by minute, Russell drank two glasses of ice water in a row, but his face remained calm.
He showed calm and calm demeanor, and showed no rush or impatience. He knew that the Cross must peek at him in secret, so he needed to create a master's demeanor to facilitate the next meeting.
These are small tips in negotiations, simple and practical, and it is easy to take the initiative.
Dingling ~~Dingling ~~~
The ringtone of the phone rang, Russell looked at the number on it, curled up the corner of his mouth, showed a calm smile, and put it in his ears after it was connected.
The voice of the cross was still low, hoarse and magnetic. He said coldly: Damn, I searched for you for two hours but couldn't find you. Where have you been hiding?
Russell: …
……
Twenty minutes later, the dusty cross came to the bar according to the address given by Russell. The two big men each held a glass of ice water, all of whom were speechless.
Cross: …
Russell: …
The cross's appearance was the same as his voice. The unkempt stubborn stubborn looked a little decadent, and he was wearing a gray denim jacket, and there was no special thing.
But even such a middle-aged uncle with a melancholy temperament is the top killer in this world, and no one can escape his assassination.
The cross was very embarrassed. He had previously vowed that he would find Russell, but only found an empty pickup truck. If Russell had not reported the bar address, he would have been wandering around the streets.
Soon, the Cross threw away this embarrassment. He was a top killer with a skin... Cough cough, his psychological quality was strong, and he changed to the smiling face of his old friend when he met him, and took the initiative to chat with Russell.
This should be the first time we have officially met. Let me introduce myself. I am the cross, so you can call me that.
Russell!
Cross raised his eyebrows: Russell, the name sounds like a basketball player, the Celtic super center.
You mean Lord of the Rings?I thought you would say that ninja turtle!
The Cross said inexplicably: Ninja Turtles...Who is that?
Russell is silenced, his world is a movie world called Assassin's League/Wanted Warrant, and the current timeline is from the beginning of the two thousand years.
The Twilight Ninja Turtles in this world is still a young boy. He has not won a triple-double MVP, so no one knows who it is.
Russell once again thanked his English proficiency. Otherwise, with his English level of "supering, squeezing, squeezing, and squeezing, squeezing, and scurrying for nothing", he would never be able to answer the cross in a smooth manner.
The two of them chatted for a while, and the Cross brought the topic to the point: I saw your battle on the top floor, it was wonderful, and ordinary people can't do this like you... You are very talented!
Russell took over the conversation: What talent?
The talent to become a top killer!
Russell: …
Are you very puzzled, why bullets turn, and why human physical fitness is so strong that it can cross buildings?Seeing that Russell didn't speak, the Cross continued.
Because of the screenwriter and director!
Russell gave the answer in his heart, but his face showed a puzzled look: Why?
The cross smiled gently and the fish took the bait.
This is a skill, a skill to develop human inner potential, and you can do it even after rigorous training.
Russell pretended to think and frowned: It sounds easy, but I have never seen such a person before, well, I have never heard of it!
It's right that you haven't heard of it. Even a genius takes 10 years to make the bullet turn, and 20 years to master that skill as you wish.
Russell spread his hands: 20 years... This is really an exaggerated number. If it were me, I would definitely have no chance. I can't hold on for that long.
The Cross laughed twice and showed a meaningful smile: No, it takes 20 years for a genius, but you are different, you are a natural killer!
Russell: …
Which eye do you see that I am a natural killer?If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me or not!
The cross picked up the ice water and took a sip, explaining: On the top floor, when you are at the most dangerous time, do you feel that you have entered some very wonderful situation?The heartbeat is madly accelerating, the flow of air is clearly visible, and the opponent is in slow motion in your eyes... There is no need to deny it, I see it very clearly, and you did it at the last moment.
Russell: …
You probably misunderstood something.
The cross put down the ice water and lowered his voice: Your heartbeats more than 400 times per minute, making your blood full of adrenaline, and you can observe and react faster than ordinary people.This is an innate talent. Only a few people in the world have this talent, and they are all the top killers. You understand this explanation, right?
Russell nodded, and he roughly understood the meaning of the cross. The blood vessels of the top killer were not bleeding, but adrenaline!
If I guess correctly... Speaking of this, the Cross paused, looked at Russell and continued: One of your father or mother must be the top killer, and your talent comes from it.
Russell was speechless when he heard this. His parents were indeed killers, but I’m sorry, their daily routine was to play mahjong and collect rent, which had nothing to do with the top.
It seems that I guessed it right!
No, that's all your brain!
By chance, I was about to have a drink.
Russell opened the car door with a smile, silently chanting in his mind that he used the 'item card: M9', so when the car opened, the black young man was pushed against his forehead with a pistol and stepped back step by step.
When the other gangsters saw that something was wrong, they turned around and were about to escape. However, before they could take two steps, they heard Russell's ruthless shouting.
I will shoot anyone who runs the fastest!
The gangsters stopped helplessly, looked at me, and finally stood in a row with great experience on their hands against the wall.In the Great American Empire, this is the basic skill required to survive and is not surprising.
Man, we have no malice, we really just want to ask about time, can you move the gun away?The black young men were crying but not crying. Their purpose was very simple. They wanted to borrow a car and sell it for some pocket money after using it.
Sorry, you have no malice, but I have it!Russell's smile remained: Take out everything in his pocket, and each person only has one chance. If I find something hidden, maybe I will get angry and my pistol will go off fire.
The gangsters secretly called unlucky, and were dejected as if they were willing to accept their fate, taking out change, daggers, driver's licenses and other things from their pockets.
After Russell drove them away, he picked and chose the ground. The maximum denomination of a bunch of change was $20, and a total of $80 was thrown away.
Not even a credit card...
Russell sighed, then picked up a folded knife. He was surprised to find an Asian driver's license. He looked like a little face, and he should be a college student who was often bullied by these gangsters.
Russell was so at ease that he used his driver's license. In the eyes of the Americans, yellow people have extremely poor facial features and are basically just a face.
Put Dong X Damu and Zhou Nukuang's double Jaylen to ensure they can't recognize it.
……
bar!
It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Russell spent $10 to settle the dinner at Grandpa KFC. To be honest, there were so many sets that he hadn't finished.
After finishing dinner, Russell crossed two streets to the bar. Under the speechless gaze of the clerk, he threw down a $10 tip and ordered a glass of ice water.
The music in the bar is very soft, and many people call their friends to gather here after get off work. Russell found a corner and waited for the arrival of the cross.
He was not worried that the cross could not find him, the top killer, and it would be easy to locate a rookie like him.
Time passed minute by minute, Russell drank two glasses of ice water in a row, but his face remained calm.
He showed calm and calm demeanor, and showed no rush or impatience. He knew that the Cross must peek at him in secret, so he needed to create a master's demeanor to facilitate the next meeting.
These are small tips in negotiations, simple and practical, and it is easy to take the initiative.
Dingling ~~Dingling ~~~
The ringtone of the phone rang, Russell looked at the number on it, curled up the corner of his mouth, showed a calm smile, and put it in his ears after it was connected.
The voice of the cross was still low, hoarse and magnetic. He said coldly: Damn, I searched for you for two hours but couldn't find you. Where have you been hiding?
Russell: …
……
Twenty minutes later, the dusty cross came to the bar according to the address given by Russell. The two big men each held a glass of ice water, all of whom were speechless.
Cross: …
Russell: …
The cross's appearance was the same as his voice. The unkempt stubborn stubborn looked a little decadent, and he was wearing a gray denim jacket, and there was no special thing.
But even such a middle-aged uncle with a melancholy temperament is the top killer in this world, and no one can escape his assassination.
The cross was very embarrassed. He had previously vowed that he would find Russell, but only found an empty pickup truck. If Russell had not reported the bar address, he would have been wandering around the streets.
Soon, the Cross threw away this embarrassment. He was a top killer with a skin... Cough cough, his psychological quality was strong, and he changed to the smiling face of his old friend when he met him, and took the initiative to chat with Russell.
This should be the first time we have officially met. Let me introduce myself. I am the cross, so you can call me that.
Russell!
Cross raised his eyebrows: Russell, the name sounds like a basketball player, the Celtic super center.
You mean Lord of the Rings?I thought you would say that ninja turtle!
The Cross said inexplicably: Ninja Turtles...Who is that?
Russell is silenced, his world is a movie world called Assassin's League/Wanted Warrant, and the current timeline is from the beginning of the two thousand years.
The Twilight Ninja Turtles in this world is still a young boy. He has not won a triple-double MVP, so no one knows who it is.
Russell once again thanked his English proficiency. Otherwise, with his English level of "supering, squeezing, squeezing, and squeezing, squeezing, and scurrying for nothing", he would never be able to answer the cross in a smooth manner.
The two of them chatted for a while, and the Cross brought the topic to the point: I saw your battle on the top floor, it was wonderful, and ordinary people can't do this like you... You are very talented!
Russell took over the conversation: What talent?
The talent to become a top killer!
Russell: …
Are you very puzzled, why bullets turn, and why human physical fitness is so strong that it can cross buildings?Seeing that Russell didn't speak, the Cross continued.
Because of the screenwriter and director!
Russell gave the answer in his heart, but his face showed a puzzled look: Why?
The cross smiled gently and the fish took the bait.
This is a skill, a skill to develop human inner potential, and you can do it even after rigorous training.
Russell pretended to think and frowned: It sounds easy, but I have never seen such a person before, well, I have never heard of it!
It's right that you haven't heard of it. Even a genius takes 10 years to make the bullet turn, and 20 years to master that skill as you wish.
Russell spread his hands: 20 years... This is really an exaggerated number. If it were me, I would definitely have no chance. I can't hold on for that long.
The Cross laughed twice and showed a meaningful smile: No, it takes 20 years for a genius, but you are different, you are a natural killer!
Russell: …
Which eye do you see that I am a natural killer?If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me or not!
The cross picked up the ice water and took a sip, explaining: On the top floor, when you are at the most dangerous time, do you feel that you have entered some very wonderful situation?The heartbeat is madly accelerating, the flow of air is clearly visible, and the opponent is in slow motion in your eyes... There is no need to deny it, I see it very clearly, and you did it at the last moment.
Russell: …
You probably misunderstood something.
The cross put down the ice water and lowered his voice: Your heartbeats more than 400 times per minute, making your blood full of adrenaline, and you can observe and react faster than ordinary people.This is an innate talent. Only a few people in the world have this talent, and they are all the top killers. You understand this explanation, right?
Russell nodded, and he roughly understood the meaning of the cross. The blood vessels of the top killer were not bleeding, but adrenaline!
If I guess correctly... Speaking of this, the Cross paused, looked at Russell and continued: One of your father or mother must be the top killer, and your talent comes from it.
Russell was speechless when he heard this. His parents were indeed killers, but I’m sorry, their daily routine was to play mahjong and collect rent, which had nothing to do with the top.
It seems that I guessed it right!
No, that's all your brain!
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