Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Getting closer and closer.

Instead of being afraid, he walked towards the "Night Devil".

It's a pity that these stupid high-table killers are not seventeen-year-old youths who are afraid of school violence. They also do not own platinum typewriters with punches faster than bullets, and John is not an Egyptian woman who has lived for hundreds of years.

Seeing more and more killers coming to block him, John looked around helplessly and walked forward. A car crossed the road, which only slowed down John's movement for a second. When the car drove away, , ahead, more high-table killers rushed towards John. Their restless hands had already pulled out the pistols on their waists, and pointed the black muzzles at John.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

There was a strange noise behind him. John did not look back, but his steps became faster and faster. He rushed to the high table killer who was about to shoot, grabbed the killer's wrist and said goodbye behind him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the bullet fired by the high-table killer who was slow to react actually shot his companion through the head. John's fist was raised high, and then he punched the killer in the face. , the killer exclaimed in pain, but before he had time to fight back, John directly smashed the fatal weakness between the killer's legs with a knee. Then, the right hand holding the killer's wrist yanked hard, and his left hand instantly He disarmed him, kicked him to the side with a whip, and then a car took him away.

Behind him, three arrows penetrated the heads of the three killers, sprinkling blood on the ground.

27 second……

"careful!"

A cry of surprise came from the rooftop of the residential building. Before John could react, a black car rushed towards John and knocked down two high-table assassins who wanted to attack John. , John is just a mortal body. Even if he jumped up and fell back in time, he still hit the front window of the car. The black-clad killer in the driver's seat raised his pistol and pulled the trigger. , the muzzle spits out flames, and bullets pour out one after another!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The bullet penetrated the glass and shot towards John, but John turned his head in time and used his suit to perfectly block the bullet at close range, although it was very painful.

However, John did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he lowered his center of gravity and stuck to the hood of the car. He fired three shots with his backhand, one of which directly penetrated the head of the black-clothed killer. The out-of-control car followed the black-clothed killer. The killer slowly decelerated due to his death, but the killer's hand holding the steering wheel of the car tugged on the steering wheel as his body fell. The car instantly lost control and swerved and hit a truck on the side of the road, throwing John directly away. It flew out and hit the truck's body hard. John stabilized his body the moment he landed. Before his knees hit the ground, his legs forcefully pulled his body up and hit him again on the iron plate of the truck. After a while, he was able to stand firm.

34 seconds.

John frowned slightly and looked back at the truck, nodded angrily, and just as he was about to leave, an orange car rushed towards John again, and just as the African-American killer in the driver's seat wanted to continue to step on the accelerator, a black The arrow instantly pinned his head to the leather pillow of the driver's seat. The accelerator was not stepped on, but instead it slowed down slowly. When it arrived in front of John, John was not even hit.

From a high place in the distance, Hao Er breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that John was out of the way. However, the strange movement behind him made an impatient expression appear on his face: "It's really endless..."

A group of black-clad killers kicked open the roof door of the residential building opposite, and filed out of the door. They took out various firearms and fired at Hao Er. Hao Er fell to the ground and rolled to the ground to avoid it. After crossing the fire line, leaning against the brick guardrail next to the roof of a residential building, Hao Er raised his left hand holding the bow slightly. He took a long breath, reached into the quiver behind him with his right hand, and pulled out a uniquely shaped arrow.

On the thing, there are silver edging and red spray-painted logo.

The arrows were attached to the bow, and the string was pulled to the full moon. Hao Er stood up suddenly, and a stray bullet grazed his cheek and flew back, and the bow and arrow in his hand had already shot out! The flying arrows ejected iron pieces from both sides in mid-air, and then pierced the brick wall behind the gang of black-clad killers.

"Eat the bomb."

Haoji said softly.

"boom!!!"

The arrow exploded in response, and the huge flames instantly swallowed up the black-clothed killers, blasting a gap in the wall. The flying bricks fell towards the ground, and Hao Er stood up instantly and looked in John's direction.

The African-American killer in the passenger seat of the orange car kicked open the slightly deformed door, took out a pistol and wanted to shoot, but John stepped forward and kicked the door violently. The huge force directly knocked the killer back a step, and his head hit the door frame. He suffered a concussion, and the gun in his hand accidentally dropped due to the sudden impact. John did not pursue him, but instead came to the location of the black car, opened the door, and struggled to remove the killer's body inside, and threw it on the ground.

The African-American killer shook his dizzy head and stepped forward to shoot John. However, when he got in front of John, he realized that the pistol had fallen to the ground. John looked at the African-American killer with caring eyes, grabbed his slightly curly hair with his backhand, and slammed his scalp against the broken window glass frame!

"Duang~"

The killer felt that his eyes were dimming for a moment, but John did not stop. He grabbed the killer's head with his hand again and slammed the killer's head against the hard window frame again!

"boom!"

A crisp crashing sound.

John, who sat in the driver's seat, looked up at Hao Er in the distance and pointed in the direction. Hao Er nodded, without looking back, he shot an arrow with his backhand directly through the black-clothed killer rushing towards him, and then did He made a sign language of "I will follow", and did not take the arrow from the quiver with his right hand. Instead, he held the handle of the knife backwards, holding the "Torasu Maru" upside down and rolling sideways to avoid the bullets fired by the recovered black-clad killer. He stood up suddenly and struck forward with an upward slash!

"Clap."

Maybe the black killer's suit is bulletproof and cut-proof, but his skull is obviously not as hard as his suit. The blade grazed the killer's shoulder like cutting tofu, lifting his skull and brains, scattering everywhere!

1 minutes and 09 seconds!

Well, it looks like salty tofu puffs. This red and white thing is really appetizing~ vomit...

And John had already grabbed the African-American killer, wrapped his clothes around the broken window frame, then closed the car door tightly, stepped on the car and reversed, the wheels spun, and the poor killer was killed. Hanging on the car door, it was dragged backwards as the car started the engine. The soles of the leather shoes on the feet rubbed against the rough ground, emitting small streams of black smoke. On the physical level, they became iron pig's trotters.

John's hand on the steering wheel tightened, and when the car reached the open road, he turned the steering wheel hard and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom!

The black car suddenly swung its tail, throwing the African-American killer away, and hit the previous truck hard. He fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and when he got up with difficulty and wanted to escape, John The accelerator under my feet was stepped down hard again!

The car crashed directly into the African-American killer like a wild horse, so fast that he could only see the afterimage of the car.

The next second, the lower body of the African-American killer said goodbye to him completely.

Because this guy was directly hit by John's front end and hit the truck compartment, the iron sheet was twisted due to the impact, and the killer's head hit the hood of the black car hard for the third time. This time, he could not be considered dead. Die again.

In the driver's seat, John's dark eyes looked to his side. Outside the car, more killers were rushing towards him. Mr. Night Demon sighed helplessly at this moment, frowning.

"Fake..."