Marvel's Outlaws

"Joy, Pier 3, they are waiting for vehicle transportation, do you need me to do something?" Matt Murdock was still masked and lurking near the port.

"No, I will rush over immediately. Just keep an eye on them. How many people are there?" After Joey asked, he turned to Blake Mahoney and said, "Blake, go to Port Pier 3. Don't drive." Sirens, stop farther away.”

Blackmahony looked at Joey in confusion, but Joey kept talking on the phone, so he could only start the police car and head to the dock as Joey said.

Putting down the phone, Joey reached out and took out a digital camera from the back seat. Blake Mahoney asked: "What are we doing there? That's not the area we are responsible for patrolling."

"Whoever is in charge of patrolling records, the two police officers there may have a problem tonight. The Russian Gang will have goods arriving tonight, and we are going to arrest them. Even if our colleagues show up, you have to be careful, understand?" Qiao Yi said seriously.

"No, it's just the two of us. You have an informant?" Blake Mahoney asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have an informant. There are eight people on the other side, but leave it to me. You are responsible for staying behind the police car and be ready to call for support at any time. More than 20 women were transported here today. We must take action."

"Why don't you call for support now?"

"Don't call. The two of us are enough, or I am enough. You are responsible for staying behind the police car." Joey took out another earphone for radio use. "My informant will inform me of their location. You should be careful." "

The police car arrived near the port. They avoided another group of police patrolling around. Joey opened the door and got out of the car. He clicked on the earphone and said, "Hey, Matt."

"Joy, they are still here, but they all have guns in their hands. You have to be careful."

"Don't worry, it's better to have a gun, so I can kill them." After Joey said that, he took a big step and started running. Blake Mahoney wanted to follow, but in the blink of an eye, Joey had disappeared.

"How come it's so fast?" Although I always knew that Joey was good at shooting, his shooting speed was very fast and his marksmanship was accurate. But when it came time to run long distances, Joey simply threw him away. Blake Mahoney didn't know where to go, and he had no one to inform him of the criminal's location.

Joey approached the gang's location. The eight gang members were armed with weapons, pistols and submachine guns, but no assault rifles. Joey did not draw his gun, but quietly approached the back of a gang member and hit him directly in the neck with a knife.

The man's body suddenly tilted and fell limply. Joey picked up his neck collar with one hand and grabbed his back waistband with the other hand. He gently lifted the man up and put him in the corner.

But gangsters are not stupid. After the last incident, they doubled their manpower and each carried a gun. At the same time, their positions were very particular. "Who is where?" One of the accomplices suddenly disappeared. Someone immediately noticed it and shouted , the remaining seven people pointed their guns at this position.

Joey was happy in his heart. As long as they raised their guns, he would have a reason to shoot them.

"Joy, they found out, do you need my help?" Matt Murdock was very worried.

"No, you have no weapons and no law enforcement rights. Leave this to me and pay attention to the surrounding situation." Joey pulled out his pistol and then moved around the surrounding containers.

"Bang Bang" fired two shots from the outcrop, and then immediately hid again. The gangster's gun sprayed flames, and the bullets hit Joey's hidden position like a heavy rain.

But Joey has changed places. His rate of fire is very fast, but the opponent's positions are too spread out. He cannot kill these people continuously and has to constantly change positions. Now he hopes he can have a shield and pretend to be Captain America.

Joey's footsteps kept moving, and the gang members were warily staring at the location where he had just fired. Joey changed places and fired two more shots, killing two more people.

"Damn it, come out!" the leader roared, and he kept shooting around, but he still didn't see Joey.

These ordinary criminals are powerless against people like Joey, and Joey is superman to them. This kind of opponent Joey is not interested in