American comic killer daily peter

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"What a daring madman, but I like this kind of opponent very much. Kingpin will give me 2000 million and I will kill him!"

The walls of the luxurious venue were brilliant, and the silver light illuminated the entire hall. Jinpin was sitting at the round table in the middle, savoring the beef in front of him. The man with an obvious bull's-eye tattoo on one side of his forehead had a ferocious smile, and he looked a little crazy. He spoke like a lunatic, but Jin Bin shook his head and said there was no need. He was a good citizen and would not actively kill people. Self-defense was what a good citizen like him should do.

"I already have a plan. I don't need you to mess up the problem. I haven't warned you about what happened last time. That idiot named Daredevil. Are you still waiting to celebrate his birthday with him? Don't let me see it. Until you fail!”

"That was an accident! That damn bastard, I will definitely kill him, I will!"

Bullseye Lester, a long-famous killer, is very popular in North America. Of course, this popularity is because of his cruelty and ferocity, as well as his completely incomprehensible madness. After being recruited as a thug by Kingpin, Has been helping Kingpin deal with some unnecessary characters and protect some necessary items.

He roared and explained to Kingpin that even though Kingpin was his boss, to people like Bullseye, the boss was a target that could be killed at any time if he didn't like it, and it just represented atm, enjoyment. The wandering between life and death is the joy of Bullseye, the way of life and daily life.

"coming!"

Jin didn't take care of this lunatic. Jin didn't know how to maintain a good relationship with Bullseye. He knew how to have a good relationship with Bullseye. Sometimes he just didn't need to pay attention to Bullseye. The door was opened and a Chinese man wearing a mask walked in. Kingpin smiled and waved to the men around him.

"Here are 200 million. Help me solve the problem. It's best not to kill him, just break one of his hands."

A black suitcase was put in front of Peter by his subordinates. Bullseye asked doubtfully, somewhat dissatisfied with Kingpin asking an outsider to do this.

"Who is he!"

"K"

"k?"

A very unsophisticated code name. I have seen no less than ten code names in a year. Thirteen is an unlucky number. It comes from Norse mythology and is confirmed in the Christian legend of Jesus. The number of people at the last dinner party at the Last Supper was thirteen. , while this number is taboo, many people also think that K and Thirteen are very handsome code names, and then there is no more. How can a dead person come from the future...

"Do you need to see your hands?"

200 million can not only temporarily solve the problem of little Ed's heart disease, but also solve the problems of other children in the orphanage. It can even renovate the building of the orphanage, buy some good beds and sheets, and provide food. Improvement, I think it's good when I think about it. I seem to have entered into a misunderstanding some time ago, that is, dirty money cannot give me skill points, but it can change my or the material life of people around me. I should take both black and white. Only in this way can we help more people or change more people.

Peter will not be stupid or naive and think that he is a man in red pants, a god or a super god. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. He is himself, he is an ordinary person. The difference is that his ordinaryness comes from life. , and the ordinaryness of others comes from life.

"Oh...forget it, I don't want to imagine the other party's miserable appearance in my mind."

bang...

Following the answer to the inquiry, Peter picked up the box and turned around to leave. The clothes on his shoulders were torn and a toothpick rolled down in front of him. Peter turned to look at Bullseye, and then at the smiling Kingpin. It seemed that Even in the so-called trial, Bullseye continued to provoke further. He stood up, put his hands in his pockets and spoke proudly.

"Boy, I've heard your name before, you seem to be very powerful!"

"You should be glad no one paid me to kill you!"

"You can try."

Intimidation is the most ineffective way to deal with a madman. This was the bullseye in front of him. He glanced at Jin Bing again. After all, it depends on the owner to beat a dog. He still needs to control his current behavior, but Jin Bing's expression seemed to indicate that Don't worry, since he raised his hand, picked up the chair and threw it towards the bullseye.

Two special playing cards were pulled out of Bullseye's trouser pocket, and they were thrown towards the chair, cutting the chair sharply. The figure quickly approached, and Bullseye looked at Peter with an idiotic look. Anyone who knew his name would be shocked. He knew that with his strength and precision, no one would want to approach him so blatantly, as that would only make death come faster.

He took a step back and pulled out the special playing card with both hands again, but this time before Bullseye could throw out the playing card, a piece of chair debris hit him in the face at a speed that he couldn't react to. Peter's speed was like A bolt of lightning caught the wreckage in mid-air before it hit the ground, and threw it out like a mortar.

For a moment, Bullseye's mind went blank, and Bullseye was still wondering about the opponent's speed. Peter had already arrived in front of Bullseye, grabbed the opponent's throat, and without restraining him, he grabbed the opponent forcefully and threw him aside. He picked up the knife and fork on the table and looked at Jin Bin again. Jin Bin smiled and said without changing his expression.

"I want his two hands!"

"Add money!"

"How many?"

"1000 million!"

"It's too much, I'll give you another 100 million at most!"

"make a deal!"

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To the northwest of the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood where Kingpin is located, there is a private transportation terminal, which contains almost 50.00% of New York's smuggling and [-]% of drugs, as well as more than [-]% of the human smuggling trade. This can be said to be one of Kingpin's treasury. , it’s just right to make money every day, but life here has not been very good recently. More than three docks were bombed, four warehouses were set on fire, and a man wearing a skull T-shirt, holding two submachine guns, killed from the east end. To the west, I worked tirelessly every night.

Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep breath and walked out of the shadows. The Punisher looked at his target fully armed. He had been harassing Kingpin for four days, but Kingpin never accepted the move. He killed his own My lover, those damn gangsters opened fire at the restaurant where I and my wife were eating. My wife and children all died in the fire due to accidental injuries. The painful and heartbreaking feeling made me very gentleman and very good. The kind-hearted Frank Custer has completely changed into a different person.

"Today I will completely blow up everything here!"

bang...

Walking out of the street, a bullet accurately landed at my feet. I looked down at the crater that was only a dozen centimeters away from me. I saw a man in the direction. He looked very thin, but the outline brought by the faint light was However, he showed that the opponent's muscles were very capable. He took a deep breath and smoke blew out from his nostrils. He quickly took out both guns from his waist. The opponent calmly turned around and hid in the aisle beside him when the punisher pulled the trigger.

"Kingpin sent them to smash them, and let me die!"

da da da da...

The powerful firepower penetrated the wall, but the familiar bloody scene did not appear. After losing the target, the Punisher quickly stepped forward. Danger signals were sent in his brain, and a bullet passed over his head. The man who fired the shot He squatted on the three-meter-high guardrail and aimed the machine gun at the opponent again, and then the opponent jumped back into the warehouse inside the guardrail.

No matter how you say it, the Punisher is just an ordinary person. Even if he reaches the pinnacle of mankind, he is still a human being. He cannot jump over a three-meter-high wall with a single leap. He takes a detour and advances cautiously from one side, with guards all around. In the man's sneak attack just now, his palm suddenly shot out from the shadow of the corner of the corridor. The machine gun tried to shoot but was hit in the arm. A series of bullets missed and hit the ground on both sides.

Decisively giving up the machine gun and making fighting movements with both hands, the opponent's whip leg was too high and swept towards him. The punisher wanted to resist and use wrestling to subdue the opponent. The ideal was beautiful, but the moment his hands touched the opponent's calf, the punisher It flew backwards as if it had been hit by a heavy truck.

"Hey! St. Sika Hospital? This is Calzade Pier. Someone is injured at Pier [-]. His hands seem to have been cut off by some sharp weapon. He is bleeding profusely. I hope you can come here quickly. Yes... Pier [-] .”

The clear sound of bones shattering in both hands, and the 360-degree mid-air rotation. The Punisher was unable to resist the power of Peter's kick. The small side kick was indeed a skill that cost twenty points to redeem. He took out the dagger from his waist and squatted down. Looking at the Punisher who is still twitching, I just hope that the other person will not live in regret in the future, and I have no choice but to say that the Punisher's hands are worth 300 million US dollars.

"what!"

In a state of confusion, there was a stinging pain in his hands, and the Punisher screamed in agony. Peter turned around, carried the box hidden in the corner, and walked to the Punisher's side again. He turned the hemostatic bandage four or five times in a row for at least half an hour. He would not bleed to death inside, and then put the punisher's hands into the suitcase. He was still a very professional killer, and these things must be shown to his employer.

He took out his cell phone and took a picture of the punisher who was rolling on the ground in pain, then he picked up the box and turned around to leave. The red outside line swept across his face, his long red hair and black tights, and he looked fully armed while highlighting his figure. It also seems that the other person is a very well-versed person. If Black 0 Widow 00 remembers it correctly, it should be this name. Scarlett Johansson's other person's name in the last world was obviously much better than now.

"Handsome guy takes off his mask and takes his time..."

Holding a submachine gun, the black widow 0 gave Peter a serious order. Peter put down the suitcase and saw that the black widow 00 made no next move. The bullet fell in front of his feet. This was a warning. It may also be the last warning. If he doesn't follow the instructions in the next second, the bullets will probably not be shot on the ground so casually.

Her legs suddenly exerted force, and the opponent pulled the trigger, moving sideways at a perfect speed to avoid the bullets. Although the distance was only ten meters, the Black Widow's reaction speed was obviously much slower than Peter's, and she fired bullets continuously. After following Peter's transplant to the trash can, a pistol poked out from the partition board of the trash can and was aimed not at the Black Widow, but at the third party Punisher not far away between the two.

"Okay! Get out of here and don't let me see you again!"

The Black Widow dropped the machine gun on the ground. This action obviously meant that Peter had won. She stood up from behind the trash can, keeping the pistol pointed at the Punisher. She walked to the suitcase again, picked up the suitcase and backed away quickly, carefully. He was on guard against other enemies lurking except for the Black Widow. Only when he disappeared into the shadows did he breathe a sigh of relief and speed up and leave completely.