American comic killer daily peter

21

"Old man, are you kidding me? The information target you gave me didn't even see a hair!"

The vast Gobi wilderness, the endless plains, no small towns, no cities, no human settlements, this is the target location that the damn old man gave himself. The phone call and even the signal are not very good, so he can only ask the old man through the satellite phone. You know, a satellite phone costs two hundred dollars per minute. This is simply a late punishment for Peter.

"Impossible, you should look for and ask the passerby, Cabins Cedrus, this man is very famous in the local area!"

Looking at the desolate environment around him, Peter wanted to yell at the old man with ten thousand words in his heart, but he still had to find his target first. His credibility did not increase by chatting with the old man. That black card was the whole world. The comprehensive evaluation records of assassins are collected by the so-called assassin alliance.

This killer alliance is an official neutral organization under the dark forces. They are only responsible for evaluating and recording killers. All killers are distinguished by code names. Personal passwords are collected as authentication records. They kill the target and then mark the target on the black card. blood, and then return it to the intermediary or transfer the black card to the organization yourself.

Just like an online Taobao store, if you search for the keyword killer, Taobao will give you a graded evaluation. The one with the best reputation and the highest record will naturally be more favored. Similarly, some regional killers will also be marked. That is to say, many killers will not go to other places to kill targets. They can complete their tasks at home and get close to them. If customers need it, they can find their own killers on such websites, but the organization does not accept it. They are a very loose but strictly prohibited organization for any employment application. If they encounter deception or any other killer problem, they will also find a killer to complete it.

I am currently ranked third on this list, with seven missions of 130 and seven successes of 130. And no negative information has been exposed, and I am not wanted by any organization or country. Everyone knows that my name is "k" "But you can only find out who died through the mission records. Even the Interpol paid to find your own information files through this killer alliance.

Such a police officer may seem like a good guy but in fact it is almost an empty shell like the international police. When traveling, he must apply for applications in various countries. What is missing is that he is certified by the country and that’s all. But it is through this killer alliance. Only then did Peter gain a better understanding of the dark side of the world, and often some of his naive self-righteousness disappeared in this environment...

Can you imagine that the mayor of Chicago is a killer? Can you imagine that the largest killer organization in the world is actually S.H.I.E.L.D.? You can never even imagine that the National Security Agency, the Department of Defense, and the CIA have With information about one-third of the killers in the world, these killers can work for them anytime and anywhere. Once the seemingly impossible thing is revealed, the world will definitely collapse in an instant, but there are limits, Peter understands Maybe it's just the tip of the iceberg. The complicated relationships and confusing information are all issues that I still can't understand and come into contact with. He clenched his fists and roared to the old man in a low voice.

"Human!? Where!?"

Relying on the breeze blowing from the car, Peter really convinced the old man's memory. He had already known about this mission and would have taken it in private. However, it was because he wanted to take advantage of it and insisted on using a black card to complete the mission that he was now in trouble. It became extremely embarrassing. With the goal of Chicago solved, I came to New Mexico, and now I am aimlessly wandering in the vast wilderness and completely lost my direction.

"Old man, I'm in the Gobi wilderness now!"

"The landmarks can't be wrong, there may be deviations. After all, I tracked them through satellites. Look for them carefully and I'll treat you to dinner!"

"I will never help you volunteer again."

The old man's words were perfunctory. Peter waved his hand and hung up the phone. There were three or five black off-road vehicles in the distance. Peter felt something was wrong. Naturally, his first thought was that the old man had betrayed him, but intermediaries generally wouldn't. To do this kind of thing, unless you are killing his son or his relatives, or your value is far less than the price given by the buyer.

Peter was confident that the old man would know his value, so it was very likely that even the old man was included in this plan. A strong wind passed in front of him, and a bloodstain appeared on his face. The grenade was thrown directly on the ground and exploded. Hangdong's body moved quickly to one side, but there was a sharp pain in his abdomen and Peter flew backwards and rolled a distance of seven or eight meters.

"Isn't it awesome!"

The handsome man with long silver hair and dark blue sportswear strolled past Peter. His flirtatious teasing disappeared. Peter wanted to get up, but when he supported the ground with his hands, he was hit hard on the chest again, and again. He rolled several meters away at a time, blood spurting out of his mouth. The silver-haired man appeared again and squatted in front of Peter, looking at him curiously.

"Someone wants to talk to you!"

As he spoke, he took out a protected mobile phone from inside the tight suit and handed it to Peter. Peter took the phone and faced Quicksilver. He had no way to solve the problem. Speed ​​is the truth. This is not a movie about Hawkeye. Time to target Quicksilver, or set a trap for Quicksilver Diamond. In the vast and endless wasteland, you simply cannot duel with a Scud in such an area.

"Hello Mr. K, it's really hard to find you once."

This may be the first time he heard the strange voice. He didn't expect that he would be tricked. It felt ridiculous to think about it. However, the reality was so cruel. Peter glanced at the handsome silver-haired guy next to him who didn't introduce himself. He knew that he was now Everything has no choice.

"It seems it's time to clean up Morse's resources."

"Don't be so blunt. I want to invite you to do a great cause, but I have been suffering from not having your contact information. But fortunately, I finally found your contact information recently. How about you willing to join? Us!"

"who are you!?"

The calm answer was very gentlemanly. Peter could tell from the tone that the other party was a well-educated person. Of course, such people are usually either saints or perverts. The probability of being a devil is often more than 80.00%. Asking the other party's identity, The other party also answered without any concealment.

"Sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Wolfgang von Strucker. You can call me Baron Strucker. My organization is called Hydra. You must have looked up this name on Google. , of course the description on Google is that it was wiped out with the end of World War II, but I can tell you the real situation is that we have grown stronger again in the darkness."

"For telling me the news like this, it seems I have no choice."

Looking at Kuaiyin again, the vast land around him was probably his grave after he said the word "no". He had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Sorry, I'm afraid that's the truth."

"What do you want me to do!?"

"My man has a nano bomb pill in his hand. As long as you take it, we will become friends. I will not use any brainwashing methods on people like you. I believe you will make the right choice."

"Give you."

"have eaten."

The other end of the phone spoke, and Quicksilver took out another pill. Peter took it and swallowed it directly, and then the other party's order came.

"SHIELD is thinking about how to target you recently. The first step I want you to do is to stop killing people, or to be restrained in your killing goals. Then when SHIELD invites you to join their organization, you nod. That’s fine, I will slowly plan the rest in the coming time, and your goal is to become a special agent of SHIELD for the time being.”

"Do I have any choice?"

"Wish you a good trip and see you Mr. K!"

The call was hung up, Quicksilver took the button and threw it on the ground. After the explosion, Peter disappeared without looking at the place. The off-road vehicle slowly approached, and the leading car stopped on the roadside. The driver The man walked to Peter who was still lying on the ground with concern.

"Friend, what's wrong with you?"

After carefully observing and discovering that Peter was not a murderer, the man stretched out his hand to pull Peter up. Peter stood up and nodded gratefully and explained.

"It's nothing. I was beaten up. They took away my cash and car keys."

"Everyone is available these days. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

The man had a good heart, and his face didn't look like a bad guy. Moreover, he could only see the complete convoy clearly at this time. More than a dozen cars were connected together, and there were even people with their families behind, who were all observing him curiously. It was like looking at an animal. This barren mountain and wilderness really deserved his misfortune. He unexpectedly encountered Kuaiyin, and he had no way to resist him.

"Where are you going?!"

"The Sloan Digital Sky Observatory is just 150 kilometers ahead at the foot of the Apache Mountains. Let's go together to avoid running into robbers."

The inquiry was explained. The largest astronomical observatory in New Mexico is also quite famous in the international community. Astronomy enthusiasts or astronomical astrologers from various countries come here every year to observe the starry sky. I really need to relax now. , there is nothing worse than swallowing a bomb. He pointed to his car, and of course the car keys were broken in his pocket.

"Can you tow my car, my keys..."

"It's okay friends, we should help each other in a place like this."

After the man finished speaking with a smile, he patted Peter's shoulder in a friendly manner, then found a few friends and walked to Peter's car. The large convoy began to move forward slowly, and Peter's car was held at the end. Of course, Peter himself was invited to the driver's RV, and his kind help was not selfish at all.

"Thank you so much!"