Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Teddy and McCall fell to the ground at the same time, sliding several meters across the smooth floor, wrestling.

Wesley planned to shoot to help, but in just a blink of an eye, the two disappeared from his sight.

McCall's pounce dragged Teddy to another location around the corner of the wall, about 30 to [-] meters away from Wesley.

It stands to reason that Wesley doesn't need to step forward at this distance, he just needs to seize the opportunity to shoot, and use the gun throwing technique continuously, and the bullets will naturally make no difference when cornering, helping him to wipe out all the enemies.

It doesn't matter whether Teddy can live or not, McCall will definitely die.

However, Wesley didn't care about the lives of innocent people, so he was hired anyway. For David's sake, he had to talk about professional ethics.

He had no choice but to step forward to check the situation.

Bang bang bang!

The closer they got, the louder the physical collision.

The battle between McCall and Teddy progressed very quickly. Both sides are veterans who have been fighting the enemy for a long time. They have rich experience in fighting the enemy and know the real truth of life and death.

Wesley's footsteps were hurried and he approached quickly.

Just as he rushed out of the corner, raised the muzzle of his gun, and was about to aim at McCall, he found that McCall, who was rubbing Teddy on the ground, actually dodged again, ready to flee towards the exit of the supermarket.

"Fack, don't try to run!!"

Teddy's face was covered in blood from the beating, and several of his teeth fell out. He spurted out blood, staggered to his feet, and hurriedly chased after him.

Although McCall's condition is also not good, but from the analysis of his movements that are still as vigorous as a cheetah, he is much better than Teddy.

Anyway, Wesley finally locked on to the target and pulled the trigger.

boom! !

McCall calculated the timing of Wesley's shot and jumped behind the cash register.

Ding!

Bullets were bounced off the counter, and sparks were scattered.

At this time, Teddy arrived again, rushed into the cashier counter, and wanted to re-determine the outcome with McCall.

However, no one thought that McCall hid another air nail gun under the cash register.

click!

McCall raised his gun and struck.

Subtle gunfire spread, Teddy's eyes widened, and a blood hole appeared on his forehead.

A slender nail was embedded deeply into it.

His eyes lost their luster, he fell to the ground unwillingly, and became silent again.

Wesley's heart skipped a beat, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to blindly step forward again. He just stood still and aimed his gun at the counter.

McCall's performance was impressive.

The supermarket is a place McCall works and is familiar with. Using this as a battlefield, McCall first takes advantage of the terrain.

Secondly, McCall used an air nail gun to abruptly close the gap in firepower.

An air nail gun whose shooting accuracy and shooting distance are far inferior to real firearms, and even inferior to homemade homemade guns, actually took on a new life in McCall's hands, killing so many outstanding thugs in a row...

Except for Teddy, all the remaining people should be killed in one blow.

Otherwise, there would be no news at all.

McCall is the devil incarnate.

Wesley couldn't hold himself any longer. It was really hard to get the 500 million!

Bang bang bang! !

He couldn't help but shoot, and the bullet turned from the right and hit behind the counter.

At the same time, change your body position.

Bang bang bang! !

McCall struggled to avoid the bullet attack, jumped out from the counter, took out Teddy's spare pistol, and fired at Wesley.

After several rounds of shooting, Wesley relied on his gun-slinging skills to gain the upper hand.

McCall was shot in the arm and thigh. The injuries were not very serious, but greatly affected his actions and combat.

Moreover, after Wesley's calculations, McCall did not have many bullets left.

"McCall, surrender, you will lose!"

Wesley hid behind the shelf and relied on the subtle voice to determine McCall's location in the darkness.

"You have offended Pushkin. Today, Pushkin and Kingpin will meet. The two underground overlords will join forces to deal with you. You have no chance..."

After finishing speaking, I didn't get a reply for a long time, and even the voice disappeared.

Wesley's expression changed slightly. He tentatively stuck his head out, observed for a moment, and found that the door at the side entrance of the supermarket was open.

The glass door was still shaking in the evening breeze.

As if taunting him.

"Fake!!"

Wesley couldn't help but curse, his face turned ugly, and he suddenly realized.

McCall was actually in the midfield of the shooting and slipped away unknowingly.

hostage?

Since McCall dared to escape, he must have made a plan.

Wesley could imagine that when McCall cut off the power to the supermarket, the hostages took advantage of the terrain to escape.

"Phew, bastard!!"

Wesley looked at the mess in the supermarket and the corpses on the ground, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, there was a vibration in the pocket of the clothes.

He took out his cell phone and saw that it was David's number.

"You failed?"

On the other side of the phone, the first words David said made Wesley widen his eyes and feel a little surprised.

"How do you know?" Wesley was surprised.

"Is McCall seriously injured? There are injuries on his arms and thighs, and they are covered in blood..." David asked again.

"How do you know this?"

Wesley was even more surprised, nodded, and quickly warned: "He just left the supermarket, and I was about to tell you that now we have people sealing off the surrounding area, maybe we can stop him."

"No need to block it, come out now, I've caught him."

David seemed relieved.

"what?"

Wesley was shocked.

……

Push back a few minutes.

While Wesley was still confronting the air, McCall had quietly opened the side door of the supermarket and slipped away.

He knew that in his current state, he was no match for the enemy with the skill of throwing spears.

Fortunately, the hostage was rescued and he did not need to have too much entanglement with the other party.

The days are still long. For an agent of his level, opportunities to kill are everywhere. There is no need to fight to the death with the enemy in a disadvantageous situation.

Limping out of the supermarket, McCall wanted to drive away.

However, the injuries to his arms and thighs were serious, and forcing him to drive would not only prevent him from driving for long, but would also damage his physical condition.

Wounds must be treated as early as possible.

Coming to the roadside, this is Brooklyn, not remote by any means.

Although there is less traffic at night, it is not impossible to stop cars.

As soon as the thought flashed across his mind, McCall noticed car lights shining on him and a yellow taxi approaching from the end of the empty road.

God can't stop me!

McCall sighed, endured the pain in his body, stepped off the curb and waved.

He knew that he was in a very wrong situation at this time. He was a black man, covered in blood, and had gunshot wounds. He could not take a taxi in the ordinary way.

So I picked up the air nail gun in my hand and prepared to threaten the other party to stop...

But he never expected that the other person was staring at the phone intently, tapping the phone buttons frantically with one hand, without paying any attention to the driving conditions in front of the car, and had no intention of braking.

Fake, don’t you know you can’t use your mobile phone while driving? How did you pass the written test?

McCall had an ominous feeling.

boom! !

The next moment, the yellow taxi was carrying a huge amount of power and was fierce.

His body was like a rag doll. He was knocked away by the huge impact of the car and fell to the ground. After rolling several times, he passed out.

Chi Chi Chi! !

The taxi driver suddenly woke up and suddenly stepped on the brakes. The four tires of the car left deep black tire marks on the ground.

"Fake, haven't you learned the traffic rules? How dare you stand in the middle of the road and stop traffic? Besides, you are a nigger, who can see you at night?"

David cursed and put down his cell phone that was sending a text message to Wesley to inquire about the situation. Before the text message was sent, he was hit.

The other party looked scared.

David pulled over, parked the car, turned off the engine, opened the door, got out of the car, and came to the victim's side. He immediately noticed the gunshot wounds on the guy's arms and thighs.

This is obviously not something that can be knocked out by a car.

what,

Why does this thing look more and more familiar the more I look at it?

Suddenly, David suddenly realized, isn't this guy McCall? !