The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

Skill: Bullets that can turn.

Skill description: It is the same level of difficulty as the skill that can move small DD up, down, left, right and right. The principle is to give the bullet a horizontal initial velocity after it exits the muzzle, so that the bullet can turn. After skillful use, it can be used from the left Injecting yourself into your right temple, and committing suicide by being hit in the back can also be unlocked through training.

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"call…"

Although already mentally prepared.

But I still feel like my intelligence has been insulted.

Through training, you can make bullets fired from the left side hit your right temple, and you can also make bullets fired from the front hit your back, creating the illusion of being assassinated.

I admit that I am superficial.

It is true that some people can be shot dozens of times in the back and be judged as suicide.

But, I'm crazy!Want to create the illusion of being assassinated?

You might as well give me a 50.00% reduction in reloading speed and a 50.00% reduction in firing interval.

In this way, at least I can change three magazines in one second.

Use the pistol as a machine gun.

Although the results of the lottery are not satisfactory, it does not mean that this skill is useless.

Just like the Imperial Engine, although it is a bit noisy, its early warning function is indeed powerful and has saved him several times.

If not for the presence of the Imperial Engine, he would have died long ago.

Although the description of the bullet that can turn is a bit outrageous, making people feel that the system is teasing itself, its description also proves that the bullet can indeed turn, and the range is large. In this way, this means that this There are still endless possibilities with skills.

Edward calmed down and drove to a coffee shop.

I ordered a cup of coffee casually, then walked out of the store, walked to a street corner, avoiding the attention of cameras and people, and dropped a piece of paper.

The paper man turned into an old lady.

The old lady has presbyopia, uses a cane, and has a bloated figure. She looks like Mr. Bean’s landlady has stepped out of the TV set.

The old lady came out of the street corner, and the detective had already passed the corner.

Even if someone saw this scene, they wouldn't be too concerned because Edward and she were not walking in the same direction.

Edward returned to the car and took a sip of coffee, which was a little bitter.

Just to find a reason to come out, I spent three more times.

However, the skills upgraded with 30 dollars last time came in handy again.

Edward rubbed his hands, used skills, and used the paper man's eyes to monitor her field of vision, so that he could see everything that happened.

The old lady walked along Edward's route, picked up a piece of wire on the side of the road, and took a lighter with her.

He bent the wire into three lines in his hand, tremblingly, and walked to the third floor of Building 6, almost pausing step by step.

Unfortunately, as soon as I went upstairs, I saw a sneaky African-American man skillfully using professional tools to pry open the door.

The two looked at each other and saw each other's nervousness.

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Damn it... I met my colleague...

bah bah bah...

Wait...I am a policeman, who is traveling with him?

It’s not like I’m playing in person, why are I so nervous?

Edward comforted himself, everyone's purpose was the same anyway, so let's just develop peacefully without disturbing anyone.

The old lady walked slowly to Room 301 and took out the wire. At this time, the African-American man saw the wire in the old lady's hand and showed a puzzled expression.

Are you so old?Not retired yet?

The young man suddenly felt that in this industry, the competitive pressure in the future would be really great!

At such an old age, you still have to go to work in person!

Both of them are busy with their own goals.

Although the African-American young man lamented that there was no future in this industry, his actions did not diminish at all.

There was a click. As soon as the old paper lady inserted the wire and fumbled with the structure of the lock cylinder, the young man over there had already pried open Room 303.

The young man secretly glanced at the dim-eyed old paper lady and breathed a sigh of relief. He was still young and strong. From now on, he must take advantage of his youth to pick more locks, otherwise, someone as old as her would still have to go to work in the future...

That's really... so pitiful!

The paper man didn't know that he had unintentionally changed the fate of a young man.

Edward is a policeman after all, so his ability to open locks is naturally inferior to his ability to shoot.

Although he tried his best, the door lock seemed to be sealed and could not be opened.

He really wanted to take out a gun and break in violently, but that would make too much noise.

The young man got into the room, and about five minutes later, he walked out with a bulging bag and a ham in his hand.

When he came out, he saw the old paper lady still holding the lock tremblingly, and the young man's sympathy surged up, "I'll do it!"

The young man stuffed the ham into his mouth, took out the neat tools from his black backpack, looked at the iron wire in the old woman's hand, and shook his head: "Nowadays, the structure of the lock cylinder has become more complicated. The iron wire alone cannot do it." Opening the door, like the lock in front of you, is a three-layer safety structure, so you need this kind of professional tool..."

click...

The lock was easily picked open by him with a tool.

The young man looked at his watch and saw that only ten seconds had passed, which was considered a good result.

Edward looked at him with confusion through the old woman's eyes. Didn't he say that all his colleagues had naked hatred?

This young man... is a very nice person.

"Thank you!" Edward couldn't help but thanked him. He's a good man. A good man has a safe life.

The kind-hearted African-American guy took out the dagger and smiled.

"Don't be too quick to thank me, old man. I opened the door, so everything inside belongs to me. You don't have any objections!"

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"Now there's another bad news, that is, get down on the ground, it's robbery time!"

"???"

The young man groped for a long time on the paper man's body. Apart from the circles of fat that stuck in his hand, all that was left of the paper man was a piece of wire.

But thinking about the concept that thieves will not escape empty-handed, after thinking for a while, I finally took away the only wire on the paper man's body.

Pooh…

"No wonder you still go to work at your age, you poor guy."

Edward looked confused as he watched the young man organize his tools, put them in his backpack, and entered the room. He just walked around twice in disgust and walked out again.

There's no way, it's too poor inside.

He didn't even bother to check. He thought that the old lady had checked out the room for a long time like him, but to his surprise, she just picked a room at random.

The young man turned and left.

The paper man took out a lighter from the gap between the swimming ring under his belly.

Fortunately, this thing was hidden, otherwise, even the lighter would have been taken away.

What kind of person is this? He even robs an old woman’s things.

Fortunately, this paper man is just an old lady who only wants to destroy evidence and is not interested in beating people. Otherwise, this young man will have to be beaten.

The paper man entered the room, rummaged through the boxes, and finally found a piece of cardboard in the room with photos and a street map of New York City printed on it with buttons.

The photo posted in the center is the photo of Edward fighting in the street.

Moreover, through the eyes of the paper man, looking at the places marked with thin lines and tied with red ropes, how does it look like the path of his actions in recent days?