Mixing in American Manga as an Assassin

Gray Hotel.

into the night.

The doorman looked boredly at the passers-by, who took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the luxury cars.

The vain girl runs to the nearest luxury car and poses in various charming ways.

"Excuse me, can anyone still come in now?" came a voice.

The doorman put on a professional smile and said subconsciously: "Please show me your invitation letter."

"I don't have an invitation, but is this okay?"

The doorman looked up, and a golden pistol was placed on his head at some point.

The young man wearing a clown mask stood quietly in front of him.

The doorman's smile froze. He recalled what his senior told him on his first day in the industry: As a doorman, the most important thing is to block guests who don't have invitations.

The words echoed in his mind now.

The senior's face seemed to echo in his mind.

Maybe now is the time to stick to your professional ethics?

The doorman took a step to the left and smiled to get out of the way: "Mr. Clown, please come in."

The clown's reputation in New York is even greater than that of celebrities.

If you ask a New Yorker about the second commander-in-chief of Eagle Sauce, he may not know.

If he were asked to evaluate the current commander-in-chief, some people would even rage for an hour to prove that the commander-in-chief is an S1.

But if you mention the clown, there is no New Yorker who doesn’t recognize him, and everyone will praise him.

After all, if you offend the former, the probability of killing you is zero.

If you offend the latter, there is a 50.00% chance that you will not see the sun tomorrow.

Senior warning?

Go to TM.

Little life matters.

Su Chen ignored him and crawled away from the waiter.

He pushed open the hotel's revolving door.

A huge white room with incandescent lights illuminates the entire hall.

The colorful crowd gathered under the stage looked like a mess.

Su Chen turned his head slightly.

"Don't be impulsive!"

"Young man, you are still young, don't go down the road of crime!"

"I can give you money, please let me go!"

At this moment, everyone in the hall was trying to persuade Harry not to act rashly.

No one dared to escape, because Harry threatened to detonate the bomb whoever left.

"Hahaha!" Harry laughed wildly.

A group of people who used to be hypocritical are now extremely sincere. Some people even waved their bank cards to express their willingness to give him money as long as they let him go.

They once took advantage of their father's disappearance to short their own stocks. Why didn't they behave kindly?

This move seemed to turn on the copy switch, and each rich man raised his bank card to express his willingness to hand over all his wealth.

After all, the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal ones, and the horizontal ones are afraid of death.

And Harry stood at the top this time.

He doesn't want his life, and he doesn't fear anyone.

"Ahem." Su Chen coughed lightly.

Everyone is busy paying attention to Harry, but no one pays attention to themselves?

He coughed louder.

But in the face of life and death, no one pays attention to whether someone has asthma.

Su Chen shrugged.

This is them forcing themselves to shoot.

"Bang!" The deafening sound of gunshots echoed in the hall.

The crowd was silent.

The sudden gunshot made everyone look behind them.

The cameraman subconsciously turned the camera.

So all the viewers watching the live broadcast and everyone at the scene saw the shooter.

A weirdo wearing a clown mask, a long knife on his waist and a blue cyber-style device raised a gun in one hand and kept shooting.

The bullet shattered the incandescent lamp overhead and dropped countless fragments.

Su Chen took a step forward gently, stepping on the pieces of Paris and making a "click-click" friction sound.

He looked at the crowd and sighed: "No one wants to listen to me now?"

"Clown!??" The audience and everyone present shouted his name.

The crowd screamed.

The rich try to get under the table without caring about their image.

Compared to Harley, the clown can bring them more intuitive fear.

Harry stood on the podium and watched Su Chen steal the limelight. He roared: "Clown! This is my stage!"

Looking at Harry who had turned into a madman, Su Chen chuckled: "Stage? Okay, I'm sorry. In return, I will help you set the stage now."

Su Chen raised his pistol.

"Boom!" Another shot rang out.

"Everyone! Shut up, I will kill anyone who dares to touch him!" Su Chen's voice was low.

But everyone in the hall kept their original movements and did not dare to move.

"Now, sit back in your seat!" Under the mask, he stared coldly at these rich people.

They were like sheep being tamed by Su Chen, sitting obediently in their own places.

Su Chen made a "please" gesture. He stared at Harry on the stage, as if looking at a clown, and said slightly mockingly: "The stage is set for you, please start your performance." "

Su Chen's tone echoed in the hall, and everyone looked at Su Chen in horror.

Everyone is not stupid, so they can naturally hear the provocation in Su Chen's tone.

He was actually provoking a lunatic. Wasn't he afraid that Harry would become angry and detonate a biological bomb?

At this moment, everyone wanted to rush up and slap the clown.

However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

They only dare to think about it in their hearts.

Su Chen's words were like a heavy hammer being struck down.

Harry turned pale.

He felt the humiliation again, just like the humiliation he felt when he was 16 years old when his brother who suddenly returned home broke into the room and was beaten for no apparent reason.

Harry held the instrument tightly, looked at Su Chen, and chuckled: "It doesn't matter, I'll be waiting for you in hell."

He decided to send everyone to hell.

at this time.

Hotel Lobby.

Everyone watched in despair as Harry was about to press the button.

They hated the clown at this moment.

If it weren't for him, maybe everyone could live a little longer?

"Wait a minute." Su Chen said, "Before you press the button, I have something to tell you."

Harry ignored Su Chen. While pressing the button, Su Chen said: "I kill people and never fire the seventh shot."

"I kill people, never open..."

Words are repeated.

No, that's not right, it's a clown's voice, but full of electricity.

Harry's ears tell.

He lowered his head and watched the instrument in his hand announce: "Seventh shot."

Passive hands and feet.

One last thought flashed through Harry's mind.

He looked deeply at Su Chen.

The other party killed Dr. Lizard.

Have you even reached this step?

"It's not a bad loss." Harry murmured.

Like a pebble thrown into a basin, waves passed through Harry from within the instrument.

The surrounding two meters were swallowed up by white light.

Everyone gathered around the TV.

They watched as Harry was engulfed in white light.

The sound caused by the explosion caused everyone at the scene to be temporarily deafened.

Tinnitus surrounds you.

A broken water hit the stands.

in front of the TV.

Chewing a popsicle, Tony watched Harry being wrapped in white light. Perhaps at this moment, he became the light and was saved.

"Alas." Tony sighed quietly.

Harry still chose the evil step.

.................

People wake up from their daze.

Looking at the pile of debris on the podium, there once stood a madman named Harry.

But now, only one arm is left.

"Everyone, you are safe!" Su Chen clapped his hands gently to attract everyone's attention.

Hundreds of celebrities from all walks of life looked at the clown and at this moment they were grateful.

Many people even think that clowns are not so hateful.

You see, he saved us from the devil, so he's not a bad guy.

but.

At this moment, Su Chen was staring at these celebrities, but in his mind, he was thinking that these people were all walking Franklins.

Moreover, they made their fortune by selling fake medicines and defrauding people.

Deal with such people.

He, Su Chen, was never polite.