Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

Is this the purpose of reducing the number of high-table tables in China?

Speaking of which, this possibility cannot be ruled out. The high table is the supreme leader of this organization. Their decision-making format is roundtable. More than half of the 12 seats are required to vote in favor before they can make a decision. Assume that the chairman of the board of directors of China He has secretly obtained the support of five of them, so including himself, he controls six votes. It is still a little troublesome for him to manipulate the decision-making results in a 12-person decision, but if 9 people make a decision, he can cover the sky with one hand. ...

But what does this have to do with me?

I just killed a chairman in Italy and was wanted by his brother. The wanted amount is 700 million US dollars. This is enough money to kill the president of a small country. No one will be tempted. Oh, by the way, her brother will take her place soon. , has become the chairman of a high-level table, and now I want to kill him, so this killer named Richard is indeed here to help me, because we have the same purpose...

"Mr. Wick, you seem a little worried. Is the wound on your stomach okay?"

A voice pulled John out of his thoughts. He nodded to Richard, "I'm fine. Besides, the current situation doesn't allow anything to happen to me."

"Did you see the Chinese man in front of us? If he and the Chinese man behind us are not your accomplices, then they are here to kill us."

"I think they can only come to kill you, and my head is worthless."

Richard curled his lips and swung his elbow at the face of the Chinese behind him. At this time, he was not interested in recognizing his fellow countrymen. Moreover, looking at the big face of the man behind him, he suspected that the guy was Korean.

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Richard's iron elbow hit the killer's face firmly. With blood flying, the man's nose was completely sunk into his face.

Well, such a weak nose must be a bulge, and it is indeed a stick.

While Richard was thinking about it, he took out his pistol, put it against the opponent's head and fired a shot. This was what he learned from John. Unless he was shot in the head, he could not confirm that the enemy was dead.

He was quick to deal with it, and John was not too slow on his side. When Richard turned around to look, the handsome uncle had already killed his enemy with a yellow pencil.

"Not bad job."

"Thanks, you too."

After exchanging business words, the two continued to walk forward and walked out of the passage. They came to the front door of the mall. There was a beautiful fountain here. The two of them continued walking around the fountain.

Halfway through, John suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the fountain. Richard saw this and looked over alertly. Just as the fountain fell down, he saw a bald black man on the opposite side looking in their direction.

The fountain rose again. The two men raised their guns and shot through the water column based on their memory. They didn't know when they put the silencer on the gun. In short, no one at the fountain noticed that two madmen were shooting all over the street. .

Richard originally wanted to help. He raised the gun and thought about it, then put it down. He was not worried about the sound of gunshots attracting the police. He was mainly because he was not confident in hitting the black man from a distance of more than ten meters.

Please, the system didn't give him firearms expertise when it sent him here. If the gun in his hand hadn't been used by a killer, he wouldn't even know how to turn on the safety. As for the head-on shooting just now, it wasn't just to show off. , but at a distance, he was afraid of missing.

Neither of the two hit each other with random shots. Fortunately, they didn't hit anyone else. However, the falling fountain also exposed the two shooters. The surrounding crowd began to flee. John and Richard took advantage of this opportunity. He got into the subway station next to him.

"Why didn't you shoot just now?" John asked in a low voice while looking back for the black man. Unfortunately, due to the bonus of skin color, he could not find him in the night.

"I'm not very good at shooting." Richard told the truth. His physical condition is now very good, but that has nothing to do with the quality of his marksmanship. No matter how good a shooting genius is, it is impossible for him to pick up a gun and hit ten hits with it. ring.

"The weapon doesn't fit your hand. What kind of weapon are you good at? Maybe you can get it later."

"The squad uses a machine gun or something. I'm better at this." Richard thought for a while and replied, well, this kind of weapon should be more suitable for him. It has more bullets and is not afraid of missing. As for the recoil, he is not afraid of this with the current system. .

John looked at him and closed his mouth. He felt that this guy didn't respect him very much and didn't say a few truths in his mouth. However, after being in contact with him for so long, these two sentences might be the truth.

After going down the stairs and walking among the bustling crowd, John's intuition made him find his opponent again. The black man appeared upstairs, staring at him from the railing.

"Be careful." John reminded Richard, and immediately hid the pistol in front of him and shot at the black man diagonally above him, and the black guy also shot downwards in the same posture.

The two of them just walked and fired, causing debris to fall everywhere in the subway station, but not hurting each other at all.

Richard looked a little depressed from behind. You two are playing like this. You are walking neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, but you still can't hit each other. Why don't you just save some bullets? If you accidentally hit me, I'll be counted. In his main world, John had only killed two high-table chairmen, the D'Antonio siblings. The third one was still missing. He estimated that the mission would be considered a failure as soon as he died.

There is another problem. Richard originally wanted to use telekinesis to pull the black man down and throw him to death, but when he cast the spell, he realized that 12 points of spirit were not enough to support him in controlling him that far.

This is very depressing. Richard, who originally wanted to rely on telekinesis to kill everyone, found that telekinesis is not very easy to use in this world. If you stay far away, he can't reach the other person. If you get closer, that thing It's far less effective than firearms and hand-to-hand combat, and I don't know if it's because his mental power is too low. If he wants to use telekinesis to control remote objects, he needs to concentrate for about one to two seconds, which is as useless as the time of casting a spell.

Finally walking through that damn corridor, the two of them went down another staircase and arrived at the subway platform.

A subway stopped right next to them, and just as they were about to get on the bus with the crowd waiting for the bus, two guys in windbreakers stared at John and walked over quickly.

bang bang

John quickly shot and killed one of the killers, but the other one missed because he had been hit in the head by a flying pistol and fell down. Yes, he was shot down by the pistol, not the bullet.

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John rushed forward and fired a shot, then picked up the killer's pistol and threw it to Richard. He probably thought that Richard's gun was out of bullets.

"You are very good at this move. It's Chinese Kung Fu."

"That's right..." What could Richard say? He just subconsciously made the action of throwing the gun, and found that under the action of telekinesis, the gun accurately hit the enemy's head. This was a surprise to him. It turned out that Psychokinesis can still be used in this way.

ps. I see many people complaining about telekinesis. Let me explain here. Many skills in this book, especially those on the magic side, are affected by attribute points. For example, telekinesis. When the mental attribute is low, the control accuracy It will be very poor, and the control distance is also very short. For example, 12 points of spirit is enough to control a cup falling to the ground within a range of 2 meters, and it also requires concentration. Therefore, this chapter arranges for the protagonist to use it to assist throwing, because of this idea The power is not as effective as hitting someone with a gun.