Struggle in the world of American comics

Minty stayed at Jordani's house all day. After hearing the news, Big Daddy rushed to Jordani's house and took Minty away angrily.

Incidentally, Big Daddy also provides May and Peter with a safe temporary place to stay.

Big Daddy seemed very angry, but in fact, Jordani could feel that Big Daddy was reducing Jordani's burden in another way.

Be it Mindy, May or Peter, they are all burdens for the time being.

Jordani did not reject Big Daddy's kindness. In addition to Jordani, Big Daddy also has a good friend Marcus, who is now a senior detective in the New York City Police Department.

Marcus' presence is enough to ensure the safety of Big Daddy, Mei and others.

Jordani, on the other hand, needs to face revenge from the Osborne Group and the CIA.

These two parties are both powerful forces, and coupled with Jordani's deliberate appearance at the police station last night, Jordani believes that it won't take long for these two parties to come looking for him.

As evening approached, Jordani organized everything and seemed to be thinking about something.

May and Peter had left, but Jordani still needed a fight to ensure that all attention was focused on him.

However, Jordani was not sure whether he wanted to put the battlefield in the place he rented.

Bang bang bang!

Before the sky outside had completely darkened, there was a sudden loud knock on the door.

Jordani instinctively wanted to touch the gun, but then thought that if the other party came with bad intentions, he would not knock on the door at all, and if the other party came with good intentions, he would not be so rough.

Whether it's life or fighting, many things can be reflected in the details.

With the gun behind his back, Jordani came to the side of the door, casually opened the window next to him, and a vague reflection fell into Jordani's eyes.

"Jovovich, fk, damn Russian, I know you're in there..."

Accompanied by another violent knock on the door, there was an extremely violent knock on the door. The person who came was Jordani's landlord, Monta Evans.

A greedy, gambling, lustful drunkard.

"Mr. Evans, I wonder why you are here?" Jordani opened the door and frowned.

Monta Evans looked drunk and said arrogantly: "You damn rich Russian, this is American territory, and I am an American, why can't I be here? This is my fucking house... …”

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

Monta Evans was frightened for a second and forced a smile: "Haha, Joe, you are really good at joking. I just want to do a survey and ask you whether you are comfortable living here? There is no other meaning."

Jordani said with a cold face, "Is there anything else?"

Monta Evans broke out in a cold sweat and bravely said: "Joe, actually I don't want to come here either. Isn't the rent due in twenty days? There is a tenant who is interested in this place and offers $5000 per month." , if you insist on forcing me to ask, see if you have any intention to cancel the lease. If so, I can refund you one thousand, no, two thousand US dollars in liquidated damages!"

Jordani's expression became increasingly unhappy and he said, "Get out!"

Monta Evans looked charming and jumped a little: "Okay!"

After the greedy landlord left, Jordani felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He instantly turned over, jumped slightly, and hid behind the stone pillar in the corner of the room.

At the same time, from the window next to the door, a bullet landed in an extremely unscientific way where Jordani originally stood.

Assassin's Mutual Aid Association, Wanima's!

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

Not daring to stop, he ran towards the stairs crazily and crazily in a very weird way, as if he was drunk.

And behind Jordani, bullets fell crazily like they had eyes.

Arc ballistics!

This unscientific attack method made it impossible for Jordani to judge the direction of the attacker, and he was unable to even fight back.

When Jordani rushed to the second floor, not long after, a fierce figure rushed into the room.

Gollum!

Just when the figure was about to rush towards the stairs, a small melon was already crooked and rolled down the stairs.

Jordani didn't dare to throw anything. These people from the Assassin's Mutual Aid Association were all very good at shooting, and he had no chance of showing up.

boom!

There was a violent explosion, and fire was everywhere.

After the explosion, in the smoke that filled the sky, Jordani was like an extremely fast cheetah, tearing through the billowing smoke, holding a gun in both hands, and shooting wildly at the slightly embarrassed man in the room.

Floating shooting, archery, random shooting, three bursts.

A series of skills and bullets were handed over, in just one or two seconds, Jordani poured out at least a dozen bullets.

However, even at this high rate of fire, the opponent was still able to fight back.

The gunshots were like thunder, and the rate of fire erupted by the embarrassed figure was no match for Jordani, but the firearms and bullets were obviously special. With arc-shaped ballistics, even one bullet could knock down two of Jordani's attacks. .

The tinkling deformed bullets fell to the ground.

I'm crazy!

Arc ballistics is unscientific enough, but after the bullet collides, it can actually knock down a second bullet. Can this kind of ballistic reflection be calculated?

As a roaming shooter, he was actually outclassed in marksmanship.

My system doesn’t want to lose face.

Forget about the competition of marksmanship, Jordani pounced directly like a goshawk, knee strike, instant kick, roundhouse kick, a set of three consecutive kicks with excellent leg skills.

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

"Shet, are you Cassian?"

Only then did Jordani have time to look at the appearance of the figure on the wall.

It was dark, and the other person was a black man.

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

Seeing the black guy opposite sliding down the wall and still struggling, Jordani only hesitated for a moment, and then hit the other guy on the head with the butt of his gun, causing him to pass out.

But at this moment, a greater sense of crisis made Jordani's whole back seem to have a tail raised, and his whole body trembled.

"How cruel!"

After struggling to throw Cassian toward the window, Jordani smashed the door forcefully, his windbreaker swaying, leaping, fast reloading, floating volleys, three bursts, stepping shots, moving shots, and random shots.

A wave of bullets flew wildly, and the killers outside the main entrance were obviously more than one level weaker than Cassian.

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

It was only then that the dead guy pulled the trigger, and an RPG dragged a long flame tail and blasted into the room.