I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

NIA Arizona Branch, locked in a tight underground confinement room. In the room where only one prisoner was supposed to be held, there were two people.

One was lying on the bed, wrapped in a mummy-like Edmond Gabriel. The other person deliberately sat in the shadows, covering his face.

"That bastard yellow-skinned monkey, I must kill him, I must kill his whole family!"

Seeing Edmund lying on the bed in a state of excitement, the mysterious man laughed: "Don't think about it, that kid's background is not simple, you can't move now."

"What about you?" Edmund said viciously, "With the strength of your organization, isn't it easy to kill that kid?"

"We could get rid of him, but it's not necessary because the follow-up cleanup is too much trouble."

Edmund snorted: "If I don't go back, my father won't cooperate with you."

"Yes, but fortunately your father is not the only son like you."

Edmund's eyes widened: "You...what do you want to do? I warn you, if I die, my father will definitely avenge me..."

The mysterious man directly covered Edmund's mouth with his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't get excited, young master. Don't worry, we promised to keep you alive, and we won't let you die. But considering that you may spend the rest of your life in prison It's been a while, so it's better to keep your mouth shut forever."

While speaking, he took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, pointed at Edmund's face and sprayed it vigorously...

***

Sheron drove his bulletproof Cadillac SUV down the highway. After more than half a month, he was finally free.

In fact, for more than half a month, Xie Lun spent more time writing reports besides recuperating from his injuries. No way, I don't know what happened, after that Edmund and the female detective were escorted back to the Arizona branch, they quickly became insane and became fools.

Considering that both Edmund and the female detective were seriously injured, some people within the NIA believed that it was because Sherron struck too hard and broke their brains.

In addition, Xie Lun's record is too perverted, sweeping the militant convoy of 20 or 30 people by himself, no matter how it sounds, it feels like something in a movie.

Anyway, for various reasons, Xie Lun had to accept frequent inquiries, submit written reports, etc., which almost drove him crazy.

Fortunately, in the face of overwhelming evidence and Hollis backing him up, Schellen was finally innocent and rewarded with a $200,000 bonus.

In fact, Xie Lun is not satisfied with this bonus, after all, he has earned 20 million "sponsorship" for the bureau. In the end, the top only rewarded himself with 200,000 yuan. Isn't this too stingy?

But the arm can't twist the thigh, let alone Hollis comforting him, 20 million US dollars seems like a lot, and every department is divided into one point, and the increase will not be much. It is not bad to be able to drop 200,000 in the end.

So Xie Lun could only scold the corruption of the American government while driving on the road again, heading for the next mission coordinates.

Then, while Xie Lun is on his way, let me briefly talk about his current personal situation.

First of all, the personal level has not changed, and the experience value is stuck at 430/450, which is really almost an upgrade.

Secondly, in terms of skills, because the previous mission directly rewarded 100 points, Xie Lun opened a low-level treasure chest and obtained a new passive skill.

[Passive skill: low-level Mozambique shooting technique. When using this shooting technique, the closer the target is, the higher the accuracy will be. The maximum increase rate will not exceed 50%. 】

Another very useful skill.

The so-called Mozambique shooting technique, simply put, is the shooting technique used by Marshal Bi Keanu Reeves in the movie "John Wick". First shoot twice at the enemy's torso,

Play the "stiffness" effect, followed by a headshot to make up the knife.

Of course, the reality of this shooting technique involves a lot of theory and requires a lot of practice.

Therefore, during the half-month period, apart from writing reports, Sheron spent the rest of his time on the training ground. In addition to mastering Mozambique shooting skills as soon as possible, it is also to improve the accuracy of his marksmanship.

Although passive skills will improve your shooting accuracy, if you deviate from the target by 10 meters, after increasing by 50%, you deviate by 5 meters. Doesn’t that mean you can’t hit the target?

After this short period of crazy training, although Xie Lun did not become a sharpshooter, within a range of 20 meters, holding a pistol with the blessing of various passive skills can achieve headshots. Within a range of 100 meters, a hand-held rifle can be used without missing a shot.

New Mexico, almost uninhabited in the Gobi Desert.

If it weren't for the sign hanging next to it, Xie Lun would never have believed that the place in front of him, which was comparable to a garbage dump, turned out to be a gas station.

However, the coordinates provided by the system are here, and Xie Lun can only get out of the car to check. After shaking the bell hanging on the refueling equipment twice, and knocking on the rusty oil gun, Xie Lun doubted whether this thing could still be used normally.

After a while, a sloppy middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth came out, and said angrily, "How much fuel?"

In the United States, there is no self-service refueling function, and some states have even issued special laws to force refueling to go through the staff of the gas station. But looking at the environment of this place, Xie Lun really didn't dare to refuel. God knows whether it is gasoline or waste oil that comes out of the oil gun.

Xie Lun coughed dryly and reached out his hand first: "Hi, I'm just lost and just want to ask for directions."

Unexpectedly, the man looked at Xie Lun's outstretched hand, and took two steps back vigilantly: "Ask for directions? I don't have this kind of service here. If you don't work hard, get out quickly and don't bother me."

As he said that, the man's hand touched his lower back.

Xie Lun didn't care about the man's attitude. After all, in such a desolate place, the foolishness of easily trusting strangers may have been fed to the wolves long ago.

"Okay, then I'll add a hundred dollars, but not in the car, but in the gas barrel."

Xie Lun took out a banknote and shook it at the man.

The man hesitated, and after a while, he leaned over carefully. With one hand behind his back, he went to pick up the banknotes with the other: "You provide the oil barrel yourself, I don't have any here."

The moment he took the banknote, the two of them lightly released it with their fingertips, and then...the system did not respond at all.

"Isn't it him?"

Xie Lun slightly raised his eyebrows, and said a little discouraged: "Well, since you don't even provide this service, then I can ask for some information, is it okay?"

The man shook the banknote in his hand: "I can only ask one question."

Xie Lun spread his hands, thought for a while, and smiled: "So... are there any more thrilling places nearby? For example, people used to die or disappear frequently?"

Before he finished speaking, the man's face changed drastically, and he pulled out his hand hidden behind his back, holding a revolver in his hand.

"Bang bang bang..."

What the man received was that Xie Lun fired three shots back faster, harder and more accurately than him.

And as the man was knocked down, the bushes in the distance let out a roar, and a black figure jumped out of it, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.