American comic killer daily peter

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The shocking music, the rhythm that makes your blood boil, the colorful cocktails swaying in the hands of the dancing men and women push the atmosphere of the nightclub to the most exciting peak, beauties, handsome guys, swimsuits, muscles, this is the real saltiness When you live a fish life, you don’t need to worry about tomorrow’s life, and you don’t need to worry about your own and other people’s lives.

Embracing Keeley Hazel, a girl who is only 19 years old this year, to welcome the so-called new millennium bell of 2000, Peter's life was quite decadent. For three months, he paid to kill people and get drunk. It was not just a luxury. He bought a car and a house, and even bought an entire Premier League team in England.

Of course, Peter bought Tottenham with an unknown identity through other means, and at the same time looted the treasury of various countries in the Middle East. The greater the ability, the more prosperous the way to enjoy.

Today Tottenham faced Manchester United and won with a big score of 4:1. It was a perfect answer to my boss. As long as you have money, football is not that difficult to play. A rich and warm response and a sweet kiss will automatically come to your mouth. , here is the UK, the birthplace of modern football and one of the most developed football leagues in Europe.

However, Peter does not watch football, because in his former country and the United States in the real world, flaws in the ointment are legendary. As for those existing problems, Peter said that he really wants to return to his former motherland and then kill everyone. Clean the whole country.

But Peter really couldn't do this. Pornography was a very painful issue. He kissed Keeley Hazel again. The two of them were like two vines blending together without distinguishing each other, lying on Peter's bed. Sitting on his lap in his arms, caressing his strong chest, coupled with the victory of football.

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"what!"

The gunfire rang out and exploded the ceiling, and everyone in the bar screamed and fled. Keeley Hazel was held in Peter's arms. Although she was very scared, she also knew a little about Peter's ability and identity, so she looked at him without moving. Come.

"Fox, you and I have no conflict with each other. Please don't let me think you are an enemy!"

The visitor is the second assassin of the Assassin League, and she is also the woman who inherited Carlos' bending acrobatics. However, after Carlos declared his death, because Peter was pushed to the position of the number one assassin, this woman would always look at him every time she saw him. He kept a straight face and looked like he owed her a lot of money.

Of course, maybe it's because Fox still follows the Assassin's Creed of the Brotherhood and takes it as his duty to protect the world. He can't bear to see Peter leading the Brotherhood to rob national banks everywhere. But it doesn't matter. At least Peter has earned enough in the past few months. The money is enough to be ten times more than the total of Sloan's 40 years since he became the elder of the Assassin's League.

The League of Assassins was corroded by Sloane and fell into hell over 40 years, while Peter allowed the ascetics of the League of Assassins to enjoy paradise-like pleasures in three months. Perhaps he knew the illusion of this world and Peter's emotions. He was also released extremely crazy, and the demanding demands of indulgence made his spirit start to feel a little trance.

"Carlos' child has been found. I met him yesterday, but Carlos seems to have discovered me too!"

Fox's cold voice sounded, explaining to Peter. Peter stroked Keeley Hazel to reassure him. This was an exciting game in itself, for Keeley Hazel, and even more so for Peter. , Keeley Hazel met Peter at the peak of her youth, and the legend of the killer excited her.

Peter regarded the process of the League of Assassins as a game. Even the woman in his arms was just a n. It was just that everyone had flesh and blood and looked so real. Perhaps this is the greatest power of the Reality Stone. Reflecting, of course, while comforting Keeley Hazel, Fox also teased

"I looked for him three times, and he ran away three times. Are you sure this time he won't abandon his friends like the previous three times!?"

In three collisions, he killed one of Carlos's brothers from childhood through Sloane, and another who was Carlos's aunt, and later killed a family of Carlos's relatives. Carlos was like a The old turtle found that he could not fight against him, so he turned around and gave up on his relatives and friends. This made Peter start to doubt the plot and why the other party was so lacking in fighting spirit.

"This is his only son, and I bet he's even more gifted than his father!"

"Oh!?"

The only son, very talented, Peter's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have a little bit of interest. Because of his precise shooting, although Peter tried to learn the bullets in the corners, every time he shot the bullets It was an incomparable straight flight. For me, the curved bullet technique was an ability that I couldn't learn to succeed under any circumstances. A feeling of envy, jealousy and hatred came to my mind.

"I'm just here to tell you that James is also dead. This is the sixth colleague who has died in the past three months. If you are still so disgusting, then Peter, I advise you to commit suicide directly!"

He picked up Princess Keeley Hazel and walked to the second floor where he was. The release of his emotions was what he enjoyed. In the real world, Peter would not dare to be so immoral, because no one knew about the landmines everywhere. What will happen if you step on it, and in this world, the most powerful technology is just a shot of zero bullets, and the threat is basically non-existent.

"With your good advice, let's go shopping with the kids on the street tomorrow. I don't have time now!"

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Da da da

Inside a supermarket, the bullets slid out of an arc, circled the shelves and hit Fox at his feet. Fox also responded, firing his folded submachine gun at the Coca-Cola pyramid. Carlos and Fox were fighting. In the final battle of life and death, a young man squatted between the two of them with his head in his hands, cursing, yelling and crying.

boom

A huge explosion cracked one side of the supermarket wall, and dust flew up. A bullet slid through the air and hit the corner of the wall. Carlos rolled on the spot and shot the glass, smashing it and rushing out. Peter followed closely and rushed out of the dust mist. , hold the gun in one hand and keep the balance in the other hand, and shoot continuously to keep up.

At the other end of the street, Carlos turned around quickly, his body seemed to fall backwards, he pulled the trigger with both hands and shot 0 bullets, one left and one right, towards Peter. He accelerated his pace and the two 0 bullets accurately collided with the back of Peter's head. At the same time, Peter's bullet flew past the brow of Carlos who was lying down.

The scorching bullet seemed to have opened an eye in Carlos's forehead, and the scarlet burn mark was very heartbreaking to look at. However, for the assassin killer, all this is not a big problem at all. With calmness and perseverance, and constant self-training, superhuman nerves can ignore most of the pain.

Even if you cut off one of their legs or arms, as long as the assassins still have weapons, they will still choose to continue to confront you, just like Carlos now, seeing Peter continue to pursue, Zi 0 The purpose of firing bullets at random angles is to interfere with Peter's dynamic line of sight, so that even a single bullet can harm Peter once.

With the tacit cooperation of the two "talents" of precise lock strike and perspective trial assistance, Peter rushed out of the supermarket expressionlessly. A truck passed by on the street. Peter accelerated and jumped, jumping over the three-meter-high truck like a hurdle. Another shot from the air slash blocked Carlos' retreat.

Rolling on his left side to escape from the gap in the street, he shot and blocked the entry route. Peter ran around and accelerated. In terms of action, he was just dealing with an ordinary human being, but he was a real super soldier. He could do 5 or [-] in one breath in five minutes. The kilometers are all a little difficult.

Outside the woods in a park, Peter stopped. A flash of heat burned the entire woods. Carlos took out a heavy-duty gun in the flames, set it up and hid it in the corner. Peter took a deep breath and a touch of confidence appeared on his lips. With a smile on his face, this game was obviously no longer interesting. The system told him to keep alive, but it didn't tell him how to act. In other words, he could actually end the game at any time.

After the novelty passed, Peter felt as if he had relaxed his spirit on vacation. The stress was gone and he ran towards the blazing fire without even bothering to go around. A sniper bullet grazed Peter. His shoulder flew past, bringing up a trace of blood. No matter how fast he was, it was still a bit difficult to dodge at close range.

The pistol quickly locked on Carlos's position, and fired continuously to force him out of the shadows. There was an incredible expression in the opponent's eyes. It was obvious that he could not understand why Peter could find himself every time. He had obviously become one with the darkness, but he couldn't deal with it. Just be able to see and lock your exact position.

This time Carlos knew that he was careless and wanted to protect his son eagerly, but in exchange for the biggest test of his life, he changed the bullet and fired in one go. His handsome movements were reflected in the canvas of flames, like an artist, from a distance. Seeing the bullets interspersed with the burning flames is so beautiful and intoxicating.

The close shot traveled through the trajectory of the bullet, and finally the distance between the two was shortened to three meters. In the blink of an eye, his fist hit Carlos's abdomen, and he raised his knee and hit it. Carlos' body flew up and stretched. He jumped with both legs and raised his tomahawk and slashed with one leg. Carlos coughed up blood and suffered severe damage to his internal organs.

"Peter, you must be nice"

The gun stepped on the opponent's head and kept vomiting blood. Carlos wanted to curse, but the last word did not give him a chance. The bullet pierced his forehead. He bent down and looked down at Carlos's dead expression and stretched out his hand. His index finger waggled from side to side in front of him

"Good to go!"

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