Marvel's Kryptonians

Zod walks into the Midnight Hotel.

"Mr. Hiszod, it's an honor for you to come to our hotel."

The hotel receptionist said with a smile.

"The weapons I ordered were said to be with you."

Zod nodded, then asked.

"It's at the weapons specialists now."

The receptionist said.

The Midnight Hotel offers a variety of services, from weapons specialists who sell or modify and customize weapons, to doctors, to catering to special needs, and more.

Zod took the elevator to the third basement floor.

After the elevator door opened, a variety of firearms came into view, including pistols, micro-chargers, even rifles, sniper rifles, and shotguns.

There are quite a few people in suits standing next to each of the weapons experts with signs hanging on their chests. Most of these weapons experts are retired workers from various military factories or simply big bosses with military backgrounds.

"Mr. Hiszord, please come here."

The weapon expert who had been notified by the front desk earlier came over.

"My weapons expert is such a beautiful woman."

Zod praised the other party.

"Kiara, my name."

The other party smiled in satisfaction, then stretched out his hand and said, mainly because the person who praised him was Zod with a good-looking face, otherwise, when other crooked people said this, Kayala would probably be expressionless.

"Nice to meet you."

Zod held the other person's hand, and then tried to pull away quickly in a very gentlemanly manner, but Kaiara held on tightly, making it impossible for him to let go, and then she let go.

Are you so strong even for shaking hands?

Zod understood, and didn't mind the other party's attitude.

Kayara led him to his own locker, took out a silver suitcase, and opened it.

"Israel .50 Desert Eagle, to be honest, I don't recommend you to use this gun, the gun body is too heavy will affect the stability, and most of the targets will not wear bulletproof helmets, so you don't need to use such a large gun for your marksmanship caliber weapons."

Of course, Kayala knew her client well, the "white devil" who shot headshots, what he should need is a pistol with a longer range, more precision, and a larger ammunition capacity.

The bullet used in the .50 Desert Eagle is 0.50in, which is a 12.7mm fast rifle bullet.

Normally, 9mm caliber bullets are enough to solve most problems. 12.7mm is already overkill.

Zod looked at the two Desert Eagles with dazzling silver guns in the suitcase, and nodded in satisfaction.

Kiara doesn't understand that this is a man's pursuit, not to mention Zod's ability to be willful.

"According to your request, I increased the length of the shell and charged more powder than ordinary bullets. However, the recoil force will be greater in this way, and there is also a pointed steel core warhead."

Ke Yala just said her own suggestion, and then took out a suitcase, which contained the bullets modified by her.

What she can't understand is Zod's behavior of pursuing power and lethality, and it's also a double gun. Can his hands bear it and maintain stability?

In order to match this customized bullet, the .50 Desert Eagle was naturally significantly modified by Kayara, otherwise it would not be usable at all.

There is also an extended magazine. The ammunition capacity was originally only 7 rounds, but the special extended magazine made the ammunition capacity reach 9 rounds.

Originally, Kayara wanted to use double-row magazines, but the .50 Desert Eagle itself was already very heavy, weighing 1.99 kilograms. After her major modification, the empty gun reached 2.5 kilograms, plus bullets. The double row is heavier. In order to prevent the heavy weight from affecting the feel, Kaiyara can only change it to an extended magazine.

Zod ordered [-] rounds, which required him to go back and reload slowly.

"Thank you."

Zod paid the gold pound.

All services in the Midnight Hotel need to use gold pounds instead of cash.

"Don't you want dessert?"

Kayara opened the cabinet, revealing the neat daggers and short knives inside.

"No, no one can come near me."

Zod said expressionlessly.

Then there's custom clothing.

Zod ordered two black non-reflective windbreakers with combat-style bulletproof lining and cut-resistant fabric.

Back in Zod, Texas, all that's left in his daily routine is loading bullets.

Shooting is a moment of pleasure, filling the crematorium.

Because loading bullets is the most troublesome thing, and Zod can't ask Jared and those Mexican workers to help load bullets.

Firstly, he couldn't believe it, and secondly, Jia Delie already felt that his new boss might not be that simple.

"Jadley, find a group of builders to build the villa."

Zod came to Jadley. Jadley's current house is just a house built by his parents and grandfather 80 years ago. Although it is still solid, it is not so comfortable to live in. Now that Zod has money, he still wants to live comfortably. point.

"Boss, labor is very expensive. You may not have enough money."

After hearing Zod say that a very large-scale villa was going to be built, Jia Delie took a breath and hurriedly dissuaded him.

"No, that's several million, and this is not a big city."

Zod asked suspiciously.

Forgive him that people in the two worlds have no concept of prices. When Kryptonian was a Kryptonian, his father was a high-level member of Kryptonian, a member of the council, and his mother was a great scientist. There was no shortage of money at all.

"In the United States, labor is the most expensive, and many capitalists choose artificial buildings in order to show their identity and status."

Juddrey said.

Labor is extremely expensive in the United States. Whether it is mixing concrete or prefabricating steel bars, it requires a lot of manpower.

Not to mention the villas built with reinforced concrete, the cost may be astonishing.

Moreover, when property tax is levied, the tax is not only related to the cost of the house, but also includes the cost of demolishing the house.

Reinforced concrete houses, which are difficult to dismantle and expensive to build, will only be built by real local tyrants.

"It doesn't matter, money is not a problem, let people build it first."

Zod thought about his own earning speed, and it was not impossible.

The reason why Superman is poor is because he is kind and law-abiding, but Zod is not. His 20 years of life on Krypton have changed Zod's outlook. He has also been on the battlefield and killed many aliens. The weak eat the strong. It is the truth of the universe, and everything else is false.

After loading all the bullets, Zod thought that he could ask Kaiara to help him load all the bullets next time.

Turn on the black phone, and all the tasks displayed on it.

Zod's eyes are very high, and those tasks that only cost tens of thousands of dollars or hundreds of thousands of dollars are not at all attractive.

Missions worth millions of dollars are very difficult for most killers, and they have to rely on accomplices or teams. Zod can earn money quickly because he can complete it alone.