The lucky draw time in the Marvel world

Chapter 67.
Thomas felt that he had been tricked, and was about to say something angrily.

With a whoosh, a flying sword pierced through his left cheek, pierced through his right cheek, and pierced him directly. Because the speed was too fast, he didn't even feel the pain.

"Be alert, there is a killer."

The detective next to him immediately pushed Thomas down, but what fell down with his standard tactical cover was a corpse missing half of his head.

"FxxK, Thomas is killed, sniper, report the location of the killer. Others open fire to cover"

Before he could speak, another flying sword cut the man's throat.

da da da da ~~
Unknown agents fired indiscriminately in an attempt to disrupt the assailants' movements.

The snipers on the roof kept searching, but they didn't even see anyone.

"I only saw the sword, not the attacker. Repeat, the sword, no attacker."

The group of people who were still carrying Yang You's collection in the house immediately drew their guns to support when they heard the movement outside.

The alley was only ten meters short, and when they rushed out, they saw only half of their teammates, relying on vehicles to shoot at random.

The observer who was in the same group as the sniper also had to carry his gun into battle at this moment, and he locked Yang You tightly with the muzzle of his gun.

Everyone knew that Yang You was the most suspected, but found helplessly that like Frank, he was handcuffed, and he was sitting in the attendance car perfectly still.

And the two flying swords outside the car are like the sickle of death, constantly harvesting the lives of FBI agents.

frank laughed and said

"The stronger you are, the more cautious you are. To deal with such an enemy, do you still have a sword as a reserve?"

Yang You pointed to the southwest with his shackled hands, and a few hundred meters away was Brick Street, the Sanctuary of New York.

"No way, there is a group of guardian gods of the earth, called Karma Taj.

Although it claims to never participate in human disputes, it is still necessary to be on guard. Not everyone in that group listens to their leader. "

The chances of Gu Yiyi making a move himself are not high, and the patron saint of the earth doesn't bother to care about ordinary people's brains.

But there are many traitors in Kama Taj, and you have to guard against them if you get too close.

It was the first time Frank knew that there was such a mysterious and powerful group of people just three to four hundred meters away from the grocery store.

"Back up, back up, we're under attack, two swords attack us, need support"

Frank was sitting in the car, listening to Yang You telling him about Karma Taj, trying to imagine what a magician would look like.

Unlike the relaxed situation in the car, the FBI agents outside suffered heavy casualties.

These people kept sending distress signals to the headquarters during the call, and many times they died before they could finish a sentence.

On the bustling streets of lower Manhattan, FBI agents ushered in a public execution, and it was a cruel method of cold weapons, with mutilated bodies and limbs all over the ground.

The blood gathered into a small stream, washing the fallen leaves on the ground and flowing down to the well together.

Frank looked out, and was also shocked by Yang You's big hand

"Would it be too cruel? This is a whole two teams. The FBI gang is used to being arrogant. I'm afraid it will not end well this time."

Yang You said indifferently

"Arrogance shows that they have never encountered any difficulties, and they will get used to me.

Besides, I obediently cooperated with being handcuffed, and now I am sitting comfortably in the prison car. It has nothing to do with me when they were attacked. "

Frank looked around. Pedestrians had already scattered and fled in fright, and the sirens of the FBI's increase in personnel in the distance were getting closer and closer.

"You chose to do it here in order to have witnesses and surveillance video?

Do you think people from the FBI will believe it? "

Yang You adjusted the seat back, leaned comfortably and said

"Whether they believe it or not is none of my business, I'm trying to find a way for them.

It is enough to not be able to convict me from the legal evidence, so that they can have an account in front of the public, and whoever told them to come here to mess with me, they have to be prepared to pay the price for helping others to get ahead. "

At this time, FBI Director Stanley Finch also reprimanded his subordinates in the same way
"You have to be prepared to pay the price to help someone get ahead. I don't care if you send someone to find that Chinese, but you send a group of idiots who have just been transferred from abroad and don't know anything about the situation.

Now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, being cut into minced meat by the family, how do you think it will end? "

The deputy director named Bruce Bella was sweating coldly. How could he have imagined that he would be able to cause such a big trouble when he was entrusted by an old comrade in the army.

He never imagined that Yang You would be so ruthless that he dared to directly kill two teams of FBI agents on Broadway.

"The special operations team has been dispatched, and the trick of the Chinese murderer will not work. Regardless of whether he can survive or not, this public murder will make him a public enemy of the entire society."

It's a pity that Deputy Director Bruce didn't know how the people at the scene died, otherwise he wouldn't have said such rash words.

Frank looked at the helicopter in the distance, but there were a large number of special service vehicles, and said with a smile

"I don't want to be implicated by you guys. They will definitely attack indiscriminately. My clothes are new."

After speaking, he raised his handcuffed hands high, like a proud winner, and walked slowly from the car to the empty space.

Seeing his appearance, Yang You couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"I just got out of the shower too, these bastards are definitely going to throw smoke bombs and grenades."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and stepped out of the car.

He simply sat down on a bench by the street, it was open enough, and it happened to be under surveillance, so he could clearly photograph himself.

He took off the walkie-talkie from a detective's body and put it beside his hand, waiting for the other party to speak actively.

At this time, the long swords changed from two to three, and the three directions flashed a cold light from time to time, and people kept screaming and falling down.

These long swords are so sharp that even the FBI's bulletproof secret service vehicle can pierce through with a sword.

The FBI agents hid behind the car door and shot according to their past habits. Yang You didn't even bother to let the flying sword go around the bend, and even cut off the car and the person with the sword.

The deputy director who finally saw the scene clearly had cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Only then did he realize how ridiculous his strategy was in the face of absolute strength.

Yang You was so grandiose, sitting on the side of the road smoking a cigarette.

At the same time, he kept slaughtering his own subordinates, but he had no way to do it, he couldn't beat him, and the law couldn't reach him.

He really wanted to give Yang You a "stray bullet manslaughter", but the bullet hit Yang You without any damage, and the enhancement brought by the blood bodhi was not something that a small-caliber bullet could handle.

In the current situation, the FBI is no match for the weapon of criticism or the criticism of weapons.

Are they supposed to tell the judge that this man with his hands cuffed and sitting motionless in front of him is the murderer who killed dozens of FBI agents?
How did the judge ask?He replied that he commanded by remote control, and the three long sword-shaped aircraft killed him?
It's really like that, without his superiors doing anything, the judge would spit on him, saying that he gave you the gavel, and you judged.

The law only talks about legal evidence.

(End of this chapter)