Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 22 Assassination

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 22 Assassination

On Fifth Avenue, at the entrance of the Gucci brand store, benches are thoughtfully reserved for men.

Tang and Song sat on the bench bored, looking at each other with a few men carrying handbags.

Regardless of whether he has money or not, no man likes to go shopping with a woman.

In terms of endurance, a woman shopping has simply awakened her mutant genes.

A slightly bald middle-aged man took out a box of Marlboros and spread a circle of cigarettes.

No ordinary person can accompany a female companion to a brand store like this.

Several men puffed away and quickly closed the distance.

There are several people, two are in finance, one is a rich second generation with a trust fund in his family, and another is said to have shares in Las Vegas, plus the gangster Tang Song.

It cannot be said that women care about money, but with enough money, there will never be a shortage of women around you.

Tang Song finished coiling a string of white jade-like rosary beads on his left wrist, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and he and several others looked at the beauties passing by on the street with admiring eyes.

"Whoever can rescue me, I will pay him 100 million US dollars, believe me!"

At this time, a live TV broadcast was being played on the large TV screen not far in front of Tang Song.

A young prisoner in an orange prison uniform suddenly pushed past the guarding policeman and shouted loudly at the camera.

Two policemen hurriedly pulled him away, and at the same time, the live broadcast screen was cut off and replaced with an advertisement for the Victoria's Secret show.

"Are all federal criminals so arrogant now?"

No matter how coquettish the Victoria's Secret model is, she can't resist the temptation of $100 million.

As far as the Tang and Song Dynasties could see, many people stopped when they heard the news.

That's 100 million U.S. dollars. You must know that even in New York, the most prosperous city in the Federation, an annual salary of one million dollars is considered a middle- and upper-class wealthy person.

100 million U.S. dollars, even a professional manager with a million-dollar annual salary on Wall Street would have to work hard for a hundred years to save enough.

By then their bones could beat the drum.

Tang Song could feel the struggle and fanaticism in these people's eyes. If the prisoners on TV hadn't been in Los Angeles, Tang Song estimated that they would have stormed the police station directly with guns in hand.

Tang Song even saw a few people hurriedly getting into the car and leaving. If he remembered correctly, that direction was the airport.

"Sure enough, there is only one disease in this world,"

There is nothing more terrible than poverty in the world.

Skye, who had changed her outfit, walked out of the store carrying a latest sachet.

Tired of holding Tang Song's arm, he came over.

For women, it can cure all diseases and also stimulate their passion.

Tang Song and several comrades sitting on the bench waved their hands and took Skye towards the Rolls-Royce on the street.

"Um?"

Tang Song tilted his head, and a bullet grazed his cheek and shot into pieces, shattering the glass of a store.

"Sniper!"

Tang Song looked in the direction in which the bullet was coming, and met the eyes of a sniper on the top of a tall building.

The sniper looked at Tang and Song's eyes that seemed to be real through the sniper scope, and felt a chill in his heart.

He always had the feeling that the other party could see him, but the distance from here to the target was at least 800 meters.

No matter what, kill the target first.

The sniper didn't care so much, so he aimed at Tang and Song Dynasty and pulled the trigger.

At this time, the shattering of the glass had alarmed many people on the street.

Two gunmen got out of the Mercedes-Benz that had been following the Rolls-Royce. Together with the driver's bodyguard, the four of them took out their pistols and protected Tang Song and Skye in the middle, moving in the direction of the Rolls-Royce.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fierce gun battle caused Fifth Avenue to explode.

Many people fled in panic to the shops on both sides, and many cars on the street even crashed into each other due to their hasty acceleration.

"Hey, sir, put the gun down and squat down with your head in your hands!"

Fifth Avenue is the most prosperous shopping street and commercial center in New York, and police cars are often patrolling here.

Soon a police car stopped on the side of the road, and two policemen, one black and one white, took out their guns at the same time and pointed them at the Tang and Song people.

At this time, four bodyguards were protecting Tang and Song and hiding in the blind corner of the Rolls-Royce.

What they were holding was an M9 military pistol. Although the theoretical bullet range can reach 800 meters, in fact the real effective range is only about 50 to 100 meters.

Facing the sniper's long-range fire suppression, the four well-trained bodyguards could only rely on the bulletproof capabilities of the Rolls-Royce to confront the sniper.

"boss?"

Two policemen, one black and one white, raised their guns from behind them.

The two big German men turned around at the same time, half-crouched, and pointed their guns at the police.

The two parties faced off, and a bodyguard asked Tang and Song for instructions.

"Kill them!"

At this time, Tang and Song didn't have the panic of being assassinated. They took out a flat silver cigar box from his suit pocket and slowly pulled out a slender cigar.

At this time, there was nothing on his right thumb.

Although Skye's face was pale next to her, she knew Tang Song's methods. She reached out and took out a gilt lighter from the latest sachet, lit it and brought it to Tang Song's mouth to light a cigarette for him.

Tang Song smoked a cigar, without even looking at the two policemen, and reached out to stroke Skye's hair.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The two policemen, one black and one white, were shot to death by two bodyguards multiple times before they could react.

"Are they killers too?"

Skye was held in Tang Song's arms, listening to Tang Song's sonorous and powerful heartbeat, feeling particularly at ease.

Because she was in a foster home, Skye had always felt insecure. She had stolen things and was sent to a juvenile detention center.

As a hacker, she strikes hard on the Internet and joins the so-called Rising Tide organization, partly because of the so-called sense of responsibility to reveal the truth about the world to society, and partly because she really lacks care and recognition in the real world.

"They came too fast!" Tang Song stroked Skye's hair and seemed to be explaining to Skye.

But he sneered in his heart. Tang Song didn't care whether he was a real policeman or not.

At this time and at this place, if you stood behind him and raised a gun, you would die regardless of whether you were a police officer or not.

What should I do if I kill someone by mistake? Isn’t it normal for him to kill a few federal police officers for a gangster?

Besides, the lawyers he hired were not just for free.

………

"Let's go!"

Tang Song stroked the black jade finger on his right hand. Two bodyguards blocked Tang Song and Skye with their bodies to protect them. A bodyguard opened the door of the Rolls-Royce and the two of them got in.

A Rolls-Royce and a Mercedes-Benz drove off Fifth Avenue one after another, leaving behind a messy scene.

"Chief, are you not from our police district?"

Several police cars with flashing lights parked on the side of the road, and several federal police officers began to cordon off the scene and record information. Forensic examiners examined the bodies of the two police officers.

A police officer walked up to the sergeant leading the team with the copied police signal.

"After checking, the police number is wrong too!"

The white police sergeant, who looked about forty years old, was wearing a pair of sterile gloves and holding a warhead in his hand.

"7.62 high-precision sniper bullets, an assassination!"

George Stacy casually handed the warhead to the evidence policeman on the side.

"Bart, take two people to a nearby brand store to collect surveillance and find out who the owner of the Rolls-Royce is?"

"House, take a team of people and come with me to the tall building opposite!"

(End of chapter)