Marvel's Joker Game

The sound of gunfire in the dark night alerted the bodyguards lurking next door, and the sound of hurried footsteps quickly approached.

Roger made a quick decision and said to the stand-in hidden behind him in a dark corner: "I'll leave this to you and get rid of the surveillance by the way."

The substitute nodded expressionlessly, pressed against the wall to the door, and prepared to ambush.

Roger quickly jumped out of the window and jumped onto the balcony. He tapped his toes and crossed the distance between the two buildings as lightly as a swallow.

In the air, Roger quickly locked onto the killer hiding in a room opposite through the perspective of his strange eyes.

The uncanny eye can not only see through walls, but also has the additional effect of night vision. Fighting at night is the same as during the day.

Roger saw the guy squatting behind the window to collect his firearms. In less than three seconds, he quickly dismantled the tripod of the sniper rifle and put it into a black box.

If Roger was a little slower, maybe he would actually run away.

"Huh, where are we going?" Before Roger could land at the opposite window, the three flying knives that flew back to his hand were thrown out again.

The killer noticed the movement outside the window and roughly judged the situation outside with his ears loose. He had no time to reassemble the sniper rifle. He closed the box and took out a silver pistol from behind with his right hand. He raised the gun and fired three times while holding the box with his left hand. , rolled on the ground, rolled to the door, opened the door and ran to the corridor

The moment he just walked out, three bullets behind him knocked down all the clown flying knives that entered the room.

This shows how terrifying this person’s marksmanship and skills are.

Ordinary mercenaries and international killer organizations will never be able to cultivate such ruthless characters.

Roger rushed in from the window and rolled on the spot, with the same skill.

After neutralizing the impact, Roger paused slightly, glanced at the ground, and retracted the three flying knives.

This is also the limitation of the clown's flying knife. Once shot down, it will automatically return to the owner's hand and cannot be pursued continuously.

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Roger kicked the door open and rushed out of the room, only to see the killer running to the stairs at the end and jumping out of the stairwell window.

Run faster than a rabbit

"Stop!" Roger gritted his teeth and accelerated the pursuit again.

He made up his mind to catch this man

Either recruit it or get rid of it, and we must not leave any future troubles.

After jumping out of the corridor window, Roger heard the screeching sound of tires coming from below.

A black car drifted from an alley onto the main street, and instantly reached a speed of [-] kilometers per hour.

Roger snorted, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. As soon as his body fell from the window, his feet suddenly stopped, as if he had stepped on an invisible barrier. His whole body lifted up several meters in a relay, and his other foot stopped again.

Both feet take turns to exert force, stepping on the air and walking quickly

As if running through the moonlit night sky, he chased the black car in the direction of its escape.

"Mom, there's someone running in the sky." A little blond girl held the hands of her parents and just came out of a midnight horror movie in a nearby cinema. She opened her mouth in surprise, pointed at the sky and yelled, her big and immature eyes twinkling. surprise

"This kid, what are you talking about?" The girl's mother shook her head with a smile and touched her head. She just thought it was a child's whim and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Look, there's really someone up there, running really fast," the little girl pouted.

Although her parents didn't believe it, they couldn't help but look up.

Then, both husband and wife opened their mouths, dumbfounded

Soon, more and more people saw the amazing scene and took pictures with their mobile phones.

Because it was late at night and the distance was too far, I could only see a blurry figure sprinting in the air, unable to see its true face clearly.

People can only guess that it should be a hero with super powers chasing evil enemies. After all, there are many mutants in New York.

Roger walked through the air, his speed was unbelievable, and he was pursuing in a straight line. He was infinitely faster than the black car traveling on the street.

Seeing that he was getting closer to the target, Roger lowered his running height and at the same time threw out four flying knives.

The target of the four flying knives is not the killer driving the car, but the tires

"Fake" was driving and trying his best to get rid of the pursuing killer. He saw the trajectory of the flying knife in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but curse.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, reached out the car window with his right hand, and fired twice.

The bullet deflected to a magical angle and accurately hit two flying knives, but he was unable to do anything about the other two.

The two tires on the left were punctured, and the tires suddenly succumbed to the ground. The black car suddenly lost its balance, the entire body tilted, and completely veered off the track.

The killer turned the steering wheel crazily, causing the drifting car to cross the street, stabilizing the drifting trajectory on the main road.

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The car pulled over a straight friction mark

It also hit three or four unlucky cars along the way, and finally the black car with smoking tires parked across the road.

The killer coughed and rolled out of the car door. He suffered a lot from this ordeal. Before he could catch his breath, he quickly knelt on the ground and aimed in the air.

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The killer aimed at the figure in mid-air and fired wildly until the bullets in the magazine were all gone.

However, the visitor had no intention of avoiding it, and just stepped on the transparent stairs, slowly falling from the night sky.

The bullets that were fired hovered in front of him, shaking slightly, as if they were embedded in an invisible wall of water, slowly sinking.

The killer's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. He had seen superpowers before, but this was the first time he encountered such incredible abilities.

"Your shooting skills are good, I can give you another chance. You should still have a magazine on you. Come on, try shooting again." Roger, wearing a clown mask, landed on the ground five meters away from him.

"That's what you said." The killer's dark face turned away from surprise, replaced by fierce killing intent. The moment the pistol clip fell, a new clip was instantly added. The hand holding the gun swung out at an angle, and the entire movement It took only half a second to complete the next round of shooting in a smooth and smooth manner.

Five bullets shot out, circling at a strange angle, passing by Roger, and actually made a 180-degree turn, shooting at various vital points behind him at cunning angles.

Roger yawned and waved his hands in boredom, and then there was the crisp sound of bullets hitting the concrete floor behind him.

This movement made the role of the killer extremely ugly. He shrugged helplessly, put down the gun and said: "Okay, you win, you can kill or cut them up as you wish."

Such an opponent is really helpless, especially Roger's ability to restrain his bullets, and his defense without blind spots is enough to make any firearms master despair.

"Get up, maybe we should find a place to have a nice chat," Roger said with a smile.

The killer frowned and said, "Although I can't kill you, I definitely have the ability to choose my own way of death. Don't even think about torturing me."

He pulled out another gun from behind and pointed it at his temple

Roger was afraid that he would really commit suicide, so he quickly said: "Hey, I just want to buy you a cup of coffee, there's no need to be so excited."

"Seriously" the killer was slightly stunned.

Roger turned around and said: "I'm not very interested in the information you know. I just admire your marksmanship. Come with me. This is not a place for conversation. Don't think about sneaking away. I can catch you once." Catch you a second time”