Struggle in the world of American comics

Shooting through the door, the bullets fell as if they were free, and then they collided two by two as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

From time to time, there are round bullets that penetrate the wooden wall panel on the side of the door.

The person on the opposite side has definitely activated his adrenaline.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to be able to shoot like this with Jordani, who has long-range blocking.

The fierce barrage lasted only a few seconds.

The gunshots at the door stopped, and Jordani smashed the tattered wooden door without hesitation. With an explosive and fierce momentum, he directly hit his knee and hit the figure inside.

The Wandering Gunslinger is such a scoundrel.

Not only can his marksmanship reach an astonishing level, but he also has top-notch combat effectiveness in physical combat.

There was a muffled groan all over, and the figure in front of Jordani was hit with a knee, and the whole person flew three feet.

If there is one, if you connect a 137 Gatling gun, you can directly form a combined machine bbq and sieve the opponent.

However, Jordani was still not so cruel to his former acquaintance Guan Bao.

The figure in the room is none other than Jenny Fox.

For an ordinary person, even a burst of adrenaline and a knee bump would be enough to completely lose his fighting ability in a matter of seconds.

He casually put the gun into the holster on his waist, and facing Jenny who was still struggling, Jordani went up and punched her.

Concussion therapy specializes in treating various negative effects such as amnesia, confusion, and disorientation.

Moreover, this kind of therapy also comes with the effect of stealing skills.

After four consecutive blows, Jenny Fox woke up from the brainwashing amnesia without any surprise. With a naturally sexy and pretty face, she looked at Jordani in front of her with severe pain and confusion.

"Jenny, are you awake? Do you remember who I am?"

"Jo? Why does my head hurt so much?"

"Well, that's not important! Jenny, I'm here to save you, and I'll take care of these damn rats from the Mutual Aid Association. Where are the others?"

Jenny glanced at the shabby appearance of the room, rubbed her head, and looked at Jordani with a suspicious look on her face.

Jordani said calmly: "It was already like this when I came here."

Jenny didn't pursue the matter, but as soon as she assessed the situation, her strong woman's aura rose. She directly picked up the gun and said: "I know where Sloan is, follow me."

With the two killers united, no one can stop them in the slightest.

Jordani is a standard beast assault style. When he sees the crowd, he will directly use his skills to rush over. After entering the melee, he will use various skills randomly.

Gun skills and physical skills are perfectly integrated in Jordani, and the fancy killing scenes are the purest aesthetics of violence.

Jenny is not as reckless as Jordani, but Jordani attracts firepower, and the two modified 911s are constantly spitting out tongues of fire, knocking down the killers who are slightly further away.

There was a fierce killing in the weaving room. Since the CIA's manpower outside attracted % of the killers, Jordani and the two passed quickly.

At the entrance of the stairs, Jenny gave Jordani a meaningful look.

Jordani was confused: "Is there something wrong with me?"

Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "Have you always fought this way?"

Jordani raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there any problem?"

Jenny was speechless: “It’s a miracle that you can survive until now!”

After finishing speaking, Jenny gracefully moved out of the way, allowing Jordani to charge forward and act as a target to attract firepower.

Jordani didn't care about this. Anyway, by now, there weren't many killers left in the textile factory.

He quickly went upstairs, and at Jenny's signal, he went in two directions, one was where the repairman was stationed, a little far away from the core of the mutual aid association, and the other was the slaughterhouse where the butcher was stationed. Although it was a shortcut, the butcher's methods were very cruel and strange.

Without thinking, Jordani directly chose the slaughterhouse and said, "Jenny, go to the repairman. He doesn't know that you have recovered your memory yet, so he won't doubt you. This cleanup mutual aid meeting must not leave any hidden dangers."

Jenny was sexy at heart, and her behavior was more masculine, so she left without saying a word.

Jordani looked at Jenny's back and the swaying little buttocks, and was slightly startled, suddenly feeling some nostalgia, and then slapped her in a very cheap way.

Jenny was fine, she looked very indifferent, and even turned her head and gave a provocative look.

At this time, John Smith happened to lead a team and rushed under the stairs. Seeing the scene of the adulterers teasing each other, his eyes suddenly burst.

"Fk, you bitch man and woman, I'm going to kill them!"

"John, calm down, it's battle time now, you're not here to catch someone!"

"Shet, get out of my way..."

The quarrel between John Smith and the team members was not noticed by Jordani, who was already far away. He did not even know that behind him, there was a panicked green agent who wanted to kill him.

At this time, Jordani had already arrived in a dark, bloody, and smelly slaughterhouse.

He is different from other killers in the mutual aid association.

The Butcher is a killer who focuses on using knives to fight. He is fat and tall, but he also has exquisite stealth and concealment skills.

As soon as Fang entered the slaughterhouse, Jordani was already taken care of by the butcher.

When the knife hits the head, the white blade is like snowflakes, shining with an edge that makes people's skin chill.

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Jordani instinctively used his pistol to resist, and the blade of the gun drew a flash of fire.

By the time Jordani reacted, the butcher had completely disappeared from Jordani's sight.

Woriliniang, is she a ghost?

Jordani stood against the wall and did not rush into the room full of steaks.

Throwing away the rifled pistol, Jordani took out two pistols from his back and fired out a hail of bullets without even thinking about it.

The fat butcher was obviously very proficient in getting close to someone and then fighting at close quarters.

Jordani had no intention of playing hide-and-seek with the opponent in the room. His gun was precise and he directly broke the iron hooks on the huge steaks.

The field of vision became much clearer in an instant. Behind a huge piece of meat steak, a fat butcher appeared with a knife in one hand and an iron hook in the other, with a confused look on his face.

What the hell, you are not playing according to common sense.

There was a distance of ten meters between the two sides. When the fat butcher saw that he had been exposed, he simply stopped hiding. His body was boiling with evil energy, and he rushed towards Jordani with a knife.

Bang bang bang!

After firing all the bullets from the gun in his hand, the fat butcher's butcher's knife flashed in his hand, but he used the hand speed he had developed from being single for many years to fly away all the bullets.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was only three meters, and the fat butcher's face showed a murderous and ferocious smile.

Quick draw, three bursts, moving shooting, step shooting, and aerial shooting.

The sequence lasted only two seconds. After five consecutive gunshots, Jordani calmly stuffed the revolver in his holster.

At this time, the Fat Butcher appeared where Jordani was.

In his hand, the butcher knife fell to the ground. There was a hole in his chest, and he fell to the ground with blood. It was only then that the other party noticed the terror and severe pain coming like a tide.

In the blurred vision, a figure gradually became clear.

Jordani fiddled with the butcher knife on the ground and said: "There is nothing that cannot be broken. If there is anything, just shoot it again."

The fat butcher couldn't speak much anymore, he just looked at the butcher knife that he had kept with him for many years.

On the butcher knife, each of Jordani's five shots hit the same spot, creating a red hole.

In the last shot, Jordani's bullet passed through the hole and hit the fat butcher's chest.

"This is impossible……"

"Oh, nothing is impossible. Some people call it magic, but I call it a good target!"