Mixing in American Manga as an Assassin

Now Harry is dead.

Su Chen felt that he should collect interest.

"Ahem." Su Chen coughed lightly to stop the noisy rich people.

"Everyone, I saved your life, don't you have some expression?" Su Chen raised his voice so that everyone could hear his voice.

He is asking for money, but he is not asking for money.

The female relatives did not speak, they cried softly.

The rich men were slightly startled, and they winked at each other.

Then an old man with a white beard stood up, and they all followed the old man and bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Clown."

"So can we go?"

"Yes, yes, my company secretary and I have a date tonight."

"Alas." Su Chen sighed, knowing that these rich people had the same virtue.

After being rescued, Franklin was not mentioned at all.

Dismiss yourself with a thank you?

Come on, Harry is going to blow up all of you while waving your bank cards.

But it's his turn.

They just said thank you and sent them away?

It's still the same saying: the soft one is afraid of the hard one, the hard one is afraid of the violent one, and the violent one is afraid of death.

Harry died, and they felt like they could do it again.

Sorry, he is not someone who can just say thank you.

This is Meijian, do you understand that the jungle of the jungle eats the strong?

Su Chen's eyes swept across the crowd and locked onto the old man with a white beard who stood up first.

These people seemed to center around him.

Su Chen took out his pistol, pointed it at the old man with the white beard and pulled the trigger.

Without warning.

The bullet penetrated the old man's ribs.

He fell to the ground and howled in pain.

Everyone present stared at Su Chen with wide eyes and disbelief.

There is a camera next to it, and it is live broadcast throughout New York.

How dare he?

Yes.

Just like Su Chen guessed, these rich people never thought about giving money.

We are all human beings, so we naturally know what Su Chen means by reward.

But it was definitely a lot, so they tacitly chose to bet that Su Chen would not take action.

They think, or these weaklings think that there is a camera behind them, and the clown will not ask for payment from them in front of the people of New York.

This is too materialistic, isn't it? Rich people like us, with hundreds of company bosses saying thank you to you, are just burning incense for your ancestors, what else do you want in return?

Su Chen knew that these people wanted to default on their debt.

He picked up the old man and pointed the bow left and right at his old bark-like face.

"Fake! No one has ever given me a free vote! No one has ever!" Su Chen continuously pulled the trigger, hitting the middle-aged man who said he was going to find his secretary.

He screamed in agony.

Why do these idiots think they won't ask for compensation?

Could it be that he looks very kind?

But who can tell with the mask on?

Su Chen swept the crowd with his peripheral vision, no longer suppressing the murderous aura in his body.

He changes the magazine.

Then he pulled out the white-haired old man from the crowd.

"Do you want to waste your money on me?" Su Chen put the muzzle of the gun into the old man's mouth full of yellow teeth.

The old man's face was full of pain, but the fear was greater than the pain. He struggled wildly and shook his head: "Uh-huh!"

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Su Chen tilted his head slightly. At this moment, he was like a killer. Then he looked at the camera and motioned for the other party to move forward.

The camera boy tremblingly approached Su Chen with the camera between his legs.

Facing the camera, Su Chen tilted his head and waved slowly: "Good evening, fellow New Yorkers."

Maybe in an unknown corner, there was a madman in front of the TV saying hello to Su Chen.

But now.

Su Chen just wanted to play games.

"I am the assassin clown."

"Now I want to play a game with these rich people." Su Chen took out ten backgammon pieces from his pocket.

He looked at all the rich people: "Listen, only ten of you can walk out of the hotel intact."

"And every chess piece goes to the one with the highest price." Su Chen raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, hitting the old man's ribs on the other side.

The wailing sound stimulated everyone's nerves.

"You, you, you, and you, stand up." Su Chen jumped out of several doctors from the crowd: "You can take your female companions and get out."

Several doctors burst into tears with joy, turned around and led their female companions to escape.

The kind people had left, and Su Chen stared at these people.

He picked up a sunspot and threw it on the ground: "The first one, let's start."

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in front of the TV.

Gwen watched in stunned silence as Su Chen flipped each chess piece into hundreds of millions of dollars.

And the price keeps going up.

These guys are bidding like crazy for their own lives.

"Woooooooo." A siren sounded from the other end of the TV.

A familiar voice came through the door and window.

"Joker! Drop your weapons, you're surrounded."

It's Papa George.

Gwenton felt tired and her blood pressure soared.

She shouldn't have agreed to Su Chen's plan and let him go to the Gray Hotel alone.

Well now.

This incident will only be worse than the last building bombing incident.

After all, he was blackmailing a group of rich people.

Gwen thinks she should consider moving?

On the other side of the TV.

Su Chen put away the last bank card.

He knocked out the last bullet.

Those rich who didn't get backgammon had their knees smashed.

This means that these people can only become cripples in their next life.

"Then, the last word." Su Chen scanned the ten intact rich people: "I don't want to see my bank card frozen."

"If this happens." Su Chen chuckled, then gently clenched his right hand.

Lying on the ground dying, the white-haired old man seemed to be hurt. He screamed and covered his crotch.

The ten rich men stared with wide eyes as a ball of blood burst out from the old man's lower body.

"Well, see you all." Su Chen waved, then stepped on his skateboard, smashed the top glass and left.

A group of rich people looked at Su Chen's leaving figure and dared not speak out in anger.

In front of the TV, some people burst into tears, while others burst into tears.

Others hailed the clown’s charisma as making people crazy.

It's definitely a sleepless night in New York tonight.

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Flying through the New York night sky.

The cold wind hit the mask and made a "whirring" sound.

Su Chen took off his mask.

"Ding."

The system voice came from my head.

"Successfully hunted the target."

"Get the extraordinary reward: Walking in the Void."

"Walking in the void: You can teleport through the void regardless of distance, and release the power of the void to the surroundings the moment you land."

"Note: Frequent use of stacking will increase the time you stay in the void, stacked in seconds."

"The power of the void will corrode living organisms and enhance the power of the void, and will continue to expand the scope of erosion depending on the vitality of infected organisms."

"The extent of erosion is controllable."

Su Chen was slightly taken aback.

If a person can live for 100 years, then when he is eroded by the power of the void.

Next time I release the power of the void, will the void infection range be one meter?

Su Chen clenched her fists.

Purple light surrounds itself.

The next second, Su Chen disappeared out of thin air.

appearing again.

Su Chen landed on the rooftop.

"Bang!" Purple sticky plasma exploded from all sides.

They land on the cement floor and transform into purple electricity.

It seems that the breath of life is not felt, and the power of the void is extinguished.

"Huh." Su Chen gasped for air.

Recall the feeling of walking in the void before.

It's like drinking too much and losing consciousness, or sleeping with your head covered.

The brief feeling of suffocation is a bit uncomfortable.

Void.

It's really not a good place.