American Comics: When the Police Comes to Knock on the Door

Richard used his right foot as a pivot to turn around and avoid the flying corpses. His left hand reached out to reach his waist. He held the gun in his right hand and swung it at the latecomer. When he was about to hit the latecomer on the head, he pulled the trigger. trigger. The head of the latecomer looked like it had been exploded by Richard's right hook, spraying out blood mist.

"15 rounds, reload."

Richard's heart was cold, with no pity, no fear, and no superfluous emotions that had nothing to do with the battle. He was like a cold machine, counting his ammunition.

When Richard retracted his right hand, he pressed the reloading button, shook the gun and threw out the empty magazine. At the same time, he took out the magazine from his waist with his left hand and quickly loaded it.

The crowd is closing in on him and he has to move and create favorable space for himself.

There was another pounce, and Richard rolled on the spot to avoid the pounce. At the same time, he shot the man in front of him in the knee. The man who was shot lost his balance due to the huge impact of the bullet and fell forward. Richard turned his wrist while pointing the muzzle upward and shot the man in the chin.

Then he knelt down and turned around, avoiding the fallen body. In the process, he changed his left hand to hold the gun, clasped his right hand, and aimed at the person who had just swooped over to shoot. Two bullets were fired in a very short period of time and engulfed the opponent. chest.

Richard didn't need to look behind him to know that the crowd must be rushing towards him. He rolled forward again, then he stood up and accelerated a step forward, then jumped up and kicked on the wall, jumping back and flipping over. The force of friction between the feet and the wall even took away some of the wall skin.

The crowd in pursuit huddled together.

When Richard reached the highest point, he turned his head downwards and his feet upwards. He pointed his gun at the crowd below and fired a shot. The bullet penetrated one person's head.

Then Richard took advantage of the situation and knelt on the shoulders of the marginalized person, locking the other person's neck with his legs. Due to the backward inertia, Richard and the other person fell backwards to the ground. Richard put the pistol against The other man was shot in the head.

Richard loosened his legs, put his feet on the corpse's shoulders, and stood up by turning backwards.

At this time, the crowd gathered in front of Richard, with only the body lying on the ground behind him. He successfully created a larger space behind him.

Suddenly, Richard felt wind blowing from the back of his head. He tried to avoid it but it was too late. The right side of his head received a huge impact and he was knocked sideways to the ground. He felt a buzzing in his head, and his vision went dark for a moment, but his strong willpower allowed him to hold on. He lay on the ground, raised his pistol, and shot the attacker four times in the chest.

Only then did he realize that it was the body lying on the ground that had attacked him.

Richard made an empirical mistake. Because of his own strength, he gradually forgot during the battle that the opponent was no longer human. At the same time, the other party's reckless behavior also made him lower his guard. He never thought that the other party would pretend to be a corpse.

Fortunately, it was Richard now. If it had been in the past, this punch would have been enough to knock him out.

At this time, the crowd rushed towards Richard again, but it was hardly a group of people compared to just now. In the battle of just over a minute, Richard killed 14 people.

Richard rolled back and knelt on the ground, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger.

"Boom."

Constantine, who arrived later, kicked open the door and saw Richard shooting and killing the last enemy. He was stunned by the scene before him.

There was blood and corpses everywhere, the silent room, the pale lights, and Richard, covered in blood, stood there alone, like a Shura who had just crawled out of hell.

Constantine was a little confused as to which one was the evil spirit, the corpse lying on the ground or Richard standing there.

At this time, Richard turned back and smiled reluctantly at Constantine, with his blood-stained cheeks and white teeth in sharp contrast.

"Constantine, you're late."

Constantine shuddered, he still couldn't figure it out. Yes, he wasted some time taking out the shotgun from the trunk of the car, but it only lasted three or four minutes. In this short period of time, what exactly happened here.

Constantine took a deep breath and asked, "You did it all here."

Richard nodded and continued: "Now is not the time to dwell on these issues, Angela.