The reincarnation of ten thousand worlds starting from Naruto

"OK, I'll transfer the money now." The employer across the street hesitated for a while, and then $100 million was deposited into Floyd's account.

"Hey, hey, hey, wasn't it 200 million US dollars as promised before? What do you mean you only paid 100 million US dollars?" Floyd was a little dissatisfied when he saw the balance in his account.

"Let me say it for the last time. Pay me the money first and I will help you deal with this big rat. This is my principle. You can ask about my reputation in this circle. Have you ever taken money and failed to do anything? The last one is It’s been 20 seconds, you thought clearly!”

Freud hated this kind of dishonesty. No one in this world could use the fruits of Freud's labor for free.

"You'd better call over the remaining 100 million immediately, because the target will enter the building soon, and your plan will be delayed." Floyd is not in a hurry, because as long as this employer wants to continue to complete If the goal is cleared, you will not break your promise.

Sure enough, the remaining one million US dollars came over in the next second. Floyd stopped explaining and hung up the phone. Glancing at the target, at the last second before the target entered the building, a bullet was shot on the steel pillar of the traffic sign at the door. The ejected bullet shot directly into the back of the target's head.

"OK, done." Floyd successfully completed his assassination, then immediately put on a leather mask, drove away in the tattered car he had transferred 12 times.

As for the target's bodyguards, even though they quickly checked everyone nearby, they could not find any trace of Floyd.

This day's itinerary was no different from Freud's daily life. For Freud, being a killer was the most convenient and fastest way to make money, and it was also a way to arm his young mind.

Under the dark curtain of Gotham City, Deadshot Floyd is a super killer. So far, he has never missed a record. He is good at using a variety of firearms. The longest shooting distance can reach 4000 meters. He is good at using 9MM. Pistols, Gatling guns, revolvers, various submachine guns, sniper rifles, etc. are all Floyd's areas of proficiency.

Compared to Floyd's powerful shooting ability, poor families are not so lucky. In fact, Freud had a complete family before. After all, people cannot live in the past forever, but even though Freud had a family, he could not persist until the end.

Because the work of Floyd's killer was discovered by his wife, and he also had a child. Even though the wife did love Freud deeply, her husband's job itself was difficult to accept and the children would be affected, so the wife finally had no choice but to part ways with Freud.

Of course, the wife would not expose Freud, but later she also degenerated, drank too much, stopped working, and became a bed bug. As for my daughter, she needs to take care of herself most of the time.

As for Freud, he could only have contact with his beloved daughter in his free time and after school.

It was as if Freud, who had completed his mission, had been waiting for his daughter at the gate of the junior high school today. As a father, he just wanted to bring some delicious food to his daughter and then send her home safely.

"Hey, baby, here!" Freud motioned to his daughter, but fortunately, her daughter came over without any hesitation.

"Mom didn't come to pick you up?"

"You know mom is lying in bed, and she hasn't been feeling well lately. You should talk to mom. But you don't have to worry about me, I can already take care of myself, and I can even make my own crepes. "

My daughter is so sensible and heartwarming.

"But in theory, your mother should take care of you. I have money recently. You can live with me. I can take care of you, and I have money, so I can give you a better life."

Freud didn't want to see such an old daughter suffer, so he still hoped that he could take care of his daughter himself.

"Sorry, I can't live with you."

"Why? I don't smoke, drink, or smoke DU. I have the ability to take good care of you." Freud didn't know why his daughter didn't want to live with him.

"But mother said you killed someone."

"No, your mother lied to you. I won't kill anyone. This is just your mother's lie..." Freud only hesitated for 0.5 seconds before starting to retort.

"Sorry dad, I'm not a three-year-old. Although I don't know what you are doing, I think you are doing something bad. But don't worry, I still love you."

The topic fell into silence for a while. Freud originally thought he could convince his daughter, but in fact, his daughter was sensible, and Freud could not forcefully violate his daughter's will.

The two people started walking back. When passing through a small alley, a huge bat suddenly floated down behind them - it was none other than the master of Gotham City, Batman Bruce.

Of course, Bruce has been busy processing the collected materials and samples these days, but three days ago, Bruce received an anonymous letter, which recorded Floyd's criminal behavior in detail.

Of course, because the content was too realistic and detailed, Bruce didn't believe it at first. After some investigation, he found that the content described in the anonymous letter and Freud's crimes were true, so after making some preparations, Bruce came to see Freud. Virtue.

Bruce's strong arm grabbed Floyd's shoulder, and Floyd immediately tried to break away vigilantly, but Bruce also spoke at the same time: "It's all over Deadshot, I don't want to do it in front of your daughter, you Do you understand me?"

Of course, Floyd couldn't be arrested just because of Bruce's words. Floyd reacted and immediately took out his gun and shot. However, Bruce also reacted quickly and hit Floyd's arm directly. The first time The bullet missed.

Bruce took the opportunity to hit Floyd on the left side of the face with his left fist, and then aimed his right foot at the crook of Floyd's left leg. Then Floyd was involuntarily knocked down and knelt on one knee. Bruce then crossed his arms and punched Floyd with both fists, causing Floyd to stagger.

Floyd also took advantage of the situation and poured a rolling gourd on the ground, then took out his gun and aimed it at Bruce.

"Dad, stop!" At this time, Floyd's poor daughter stood in front of the gun, begging her father not to shoot with tears.

"Zoe get out of the way!"

"Please, Dad, don't go on, don't shoot!" Zoe continued to plead with Floyd while crying, hoping that her father Floyd could find his way back.