Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

David spoke with a smile, but it only made everyone feel cold inside.

Inside the boxing gym, the person who heard this stopped all his movements, his body was stiff, his eyes fell on the pistols held by the two, his Adam's apple slipped, and a trace of panic flashed unconsciously in his eyes.

It's not that they don't have guns, but they didn't expect the other party to shoot when they came up without saying a word after kicking the door.

—It’s even darker than the gangsters.

Wesley stood side by side with David, pointed his gun at the dozen strong men in front of him, and signaled that David was right.

Seeing the pitch-black muzzle, everyone was sweating on their foreheads, and their hearts were beating faster, as if they were being held by an invisible big hand, and it was difficult to breathe.

Behind the two, Matt turned the blind stick into a swinging stick, lowered his head slightly, and his four super senses were stimulated to the extreme, standing for David.

Although he couldn't see it, everything that happened in the boxing gym at this time formed a three-dimensional image in his mind, and it was all under his control.

suddenly.

He noticed that someone was hiding behind the crowd, so he flew towards the sofa in the rest area of ​​the boxing gym, and took out a shotgun from under the sofa.

"Be careful!!"

Matt exclaimed: "Behind the sofa..."

David saw the six directions with his eyes, listened to all directions, and observed the other party's movements early on.

At the first moment of the opponent's action, he pulled the muzzle out of the wounded man's mouth.

Under the man's horrified gaze, he was shot in the process of shaking his hand.

The man could even see the tiny gunpowder burst from the muzzle of the silencer combined with a burst of invisible gas.

call out! !

The bullet escaped, drawing a beautiful arc.

Under everyone's astonished and shocked eyes, the bullet fired from David's muzzle actually made a ninety-degree turn and miraculously hit the person behind the sofa.

puff! !

Blood spattered and rushed to the ceiling.

The enemy behind the sofa, his temple was pierced by bullets, his eyes instantly lost their luster, and he lay down in a pool of blood without making a sound.

"Kill...killed?"

Seeing this, Matt was first astonished at David's superb spear skills, then came back to his senses, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, his body trembled slightly, and truly realized what David said before, the gap between him and the two.

It is not the gap between people, but the gap between two people living in different worlds.

"Is this... the world of killers?"

Apart from being shocked, Matt, the first brother who experienced the cruelty of the underground world for the first time, has nothing to say, nothing to say.

Seeing the bloody scene, Wesley remained expressionless.

He is no longer an innocent citizen, and killing people is even more commonplace for him.

Brainwashed by Sloan before, when he was on a mission, he killed more than one or two people, and their identities were all amazing... If they were exposed, they might immediately become international wanted criminals.

"call--"

Seeing that his bullet had killed the other party, David took a breath indiscriminately, as if he was sighing, feeling the madness of this world.

But there is no real regret in my heart.

The man had a gun in his hand. If he didn't kill him, he would be the one who died.

"Speaking of which, my spear throwing technique is sometimes ineffective, but it will never fail at critical moments."

Davy's thought was fleeting.

Although he was busy these days, he did not neglect his own exercise.

Perhaps he really inherited the talent of a member of the brotherhood in the system identity. In a short period of time, it allowed him to practice accurate shooting.

Within 50 meters, every shot is absolutely accurate.

If it exceeds 50 meters, it is not to say that it is resigned, and the accuracy is indeed reduced a lot.

As for the application of spear throwing technique and the triggering of turning bullets, sometimes it is not effective at times, and the mastery is not perfect.

However, if you are in a dangerous situation, at a critical moment, it is easy to cause adrenaline to soar... Adrenaline is just one of the prerequisites for triggering the gun throwing technique, which just makes up for David's shortcomings.

This is also the reason why David was able to fully perform the spear throwing technique just now.

"Three, do you know where this is?"

At this time, inside the boxing gym, someone took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down, with a slightly trembling voice, and said in a deep voice: "This is Jin Bin's territory, the king's sanctuary in New York, you are causing trouble here, have you thought about the consequences? "

"Are you threatening us?" David asked with great interest.

"Not a threat, just a reminder."

This person shook his head again and again, for fear of completely angering the three of David.

"Humph."

David sneered and was about to speak.

"We're not interested in killing people."

Matt spoke first and interrupted: "Call the person in charge here, Roscoe Sweeney, our target is him."

"It's Mr. Sweeney you're looking for?" The man was taken aback.

"good."

David glanced at Matt, knowing that Matt interrupted himself on purpose, in order to avoid killing, he didn't mind, nodded and said: "Leave him to us, this matter is over."

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to promise this.

They are just boxing gym employees, and to put it bluntly, they are Sweeney's younger brothers.

How is it different from betrayal if you promise to hand over Sweeney?

If this matter is to be spread, how will you mix with the society in the future?

"..."

Everyone can only be silent about David's request.

Needles can be heard in the boxing gym.

Matt looked solemn, but his ears kept catching the voices from the office inside the boxing gym.

That was where Sweeney was at the moment.

Sweeney noticed the abnormality in the boxing gym, and called for rescue immediately, and now he just asked the brothers outside to delay for a while.

"It seems that you have rejected our request."

David didn't know what Sweeney was doing, but he also understood the truth that changes happen later, so he raised his hand and shot again.

call out!

The bullet penetrated another man's thigh.

The moment the person fell, the sound continued.

"...then there's nothing to talk about."

shhhhhh! !

It took only a few seconds for Wesley to empty the magazine several times in a row, followed by a handsome reloading action, and pulled the trigger one after another, cooperating with David to penetrate the thigh of everyone in sight.

"Why not kill them?"

After the fight ended almost in the blink of an eye, Wesley was a little curious.

Seeing that David was aiming at the thigh when shooting, he followed suit and hit the enemy's thigh instead of choosing the most sure headshot to kill.

Unknowingly, however, he has developed the habit of being a killer, and he will take people's lives away if he strikes, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable all over.

"We have a Madonna in our ranks."

David answered.

Matt blushed and knew David was talking about himself.

"Won't you get into trouble if you don't kill them?"

Wesley frowned, but he didn't agree with David's meaning.

"They are members of the local gangs in New York, and the force I am least worried about in New York is precisely the local gangs in New York."

David explained: "Catch someone and leave, and someone will clean up the mess for us - there will be no trouble, don't worry."

"clear."

Matt knew the words were addressed to himself.

He nodded seriously, and quickly rushed to where Sweeney's voice was, which was the office inside the boxing gym.

boom!

He kicked open the door of the office, but did not rush in.

Bang bang bang!

In the office behind the door, Sweeney shot wildly at the door.

David and Wesley stood still, unaware of the gunshots in the office, their eyes as sharp as eagles, observing the group of boxing gym boys who were shot through their thighs.

Although these people were injured, they were not completely out of combat power.

"You guys better be honest."

David looked around, his eyes sweeping across the audience, as if he was looking at a bunch of chickens and dogs.

"The enemy is powerful. You fought hard, but you were seriously injured and lost your combat effectiveness. You can only let us take Roscoe Sweeney away. Afterwards, no one will blame you for not doing your best..."

"In this way, everyone is happy."

"If anyone dares to mess around, the end will still be that we take Roscoe Sweeney away, but all of you will be buried with him."

"Think about what to do."

David's threatening words resounded throughout the gym.

next moment,

The howling all over the place became lighter.

Everyone unanimously passed out with their eyes wide open, fell into a pool of blood and pinched their thighs to prevent excessive blood loss, and dared not move.