Marvel's symbiote, a massacre at the beginning

For the next few days, Holm spent the day helping out at the grocery store or learning to shoot with Joey.

Although John Sr. is not very skilled, he loves to play with guns, so he arranged the basement of the grocery store and turned it into a place where you can play with guns.

"Bang bang !!"

After pulling the trigger one after another to empty the magazine, Holm also took off the earmuffs and went to the target in front with Joey next to him to see the results.

A few days ago, he would have eight or nine rings appear, but today he has reached the level of ten rings of guns, and Joey looked at the target with an incredulous look at Home, with only two words in his eyes, shocked!

"Boss, your marksmanship is also too accurate! It's only been a few days! Listening

to Joey's admiration, Holm also pretended to blow the gunsmoke that did not exist on the muzzle, and said very forcefully: "Do you think ~ there is something, your boss and I in addition to the following, the most prominent specialty is the ability to learn." "

Just kidding, what is a crosser (tactical reclining), although he does not have the golden finger and system to hang the sky, but on this learning ability, it is not too much to say a little imitation master, hanging purple sweet potato essence is just around the corner."

"Go, big brother take you out for a small barbecue... Bah, pizza is flat. Holm put down the gun, took Joey and headed upstairs and outside.

The two of them helped Aunt Fili buy the goods and then sort out the goods today, and Aunt Fili is now settling the accounts and has no time to pay attention to them.

Speaking of which, it was also an accident that he could have money to treat Joey to eat today, and he accidentally found a handful of more than a hundred dollars of change from his trouser pocket when he changed his clothes last night.

I don't know when I put it in my pants and forgot it, but it may have been when I was still setting up a stall, because it was all change.

This kind of happiness of finding change in the pocket of pants that I haven't worn for a long time is worse than the happiness of picking up money on the street.

Home took Joey to a pizzeria two streets away, which tasted a little inferior but was full, and for Joey and a strong guy like him with a large amount of food, it was a conscientious merchant, the kind of five-star praise.

"Aung Mu Aung Mu Aung Mu! Purr hoo hoo! "Holm took a bite of pizza and a bite of ice, and the one who ate was called happy, and Joey on the other side was the same, the speed was only fast but not slow.

After eating, the two touched their stomachs and burped back, and before they could cross a street, they were blocked in an alley by a group of gang members with large gold chains and poorly dressed.

Just as they were waiting to negotiate with each other, a man walked out from the separate gang members.

"! It's you dog mongrel! As soon as he saw the person coming, Joey couldn't help but want to rush up, but was stopped by Holm next to him.

"It's you again, Black Fist, my boss's account hasn't been settled with you yet!" Holm said sharply while stopping Joey while looking at the comer.

The man known as the black fist looked at the two of them with disdain and said: "You two little miscellaneous hairs still want to settle accounts with me, Laozi is a black fist!"

"There are only three of you... Ah no, what a damn gang of two people left, Lao Tzu spares your life, you should give Lao Tzu money with both hands.

Looking at the rampant black fist, Holm also gritted his teeth, his face was cold and livid.

Black Fist is the hanging hair that has been troublesome to him before, and last time he killed their boss, he was called Black Fist because he tattooed the entire fist black, and then started ruthlessly, all of which gave him this nickname.

"Just happened to meet the two of you, I will say by the way, your grocery store will obediently pay me protection fees from today onwards, if you dare not pay it, then the next one to die will be you two understand."

Black Fist said as he walked up to Holm and slapped his face hard with his hand.

Holm stared at him deadly, grabbing his wrist when it fell again.

"Let go!" The black fist stared at Home, and roared loudly with a fierce face, this bunker dared to fight him back today? If he doesn't give the other party some color, see how he still messes around in the street.

Holm did not let go when he heard this, he felt that as his mood became heavier and angry, the strength in his hand became more and more.

After a few seconds of stalemate, when Black Fist was about to raise his fist to teach him a lesson, he suddenly twisted his arm with a force on his wrist.

"Kaba!" With a crisp sound, Holm directly broke the hand of the black fist into a strange ninety degrees, and then turned his body to the front as a humanoid shield.

"Hide behind me!" Holm shouted loudly as he quickly took out the pistol pinned to his waist, aimed, shot!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! With several gunshots, a small group of about ten people was instantly caught off guard by Holm, and several fell on the spot.

After hearing Home's shout, Joey quickly hid behind the dumpster next to him, and also took out the gun pinned to his waist and shot at the gang members.

As a qualified European-American bastard, it is also normal to have a pistol pinned to the waist.

The gang members were also very experienced, and after being caught off guard at first, they also leaned against the wall to find cover to fight back.

For a while, gunshots rang out in the alley, and the two sides fought back and forth, and the walls on both sides added several new scars.

"Duh! Duh! Duh! "

After all, it was Holm and their side that ran out of bullets first, after all, they shot first, and one person only had one pistol, and did not bring extra magazines to replace.

"Fuck, Lao Tzu next time high and low the whole clip made of belt." Holm shoved the empty pistol back into his waist, and by the way, he punched the black hand who was standing in front of him, who had already received several stray bullets and was screaming.

Fuck, blame this puppy breed for coming to find trouble, otherwise he would have eaten pizza and drank Coke, how could he suddenly be surrounded by gangsters.

Just as he was about to continue to drag the black hand back and take Joey away from the back alley, he suddenly felt a little pain in his chest, and the black hand that was still wailing and screaming in front of him had lost his breath.

Holm looked down at his chest and saw that several bullets had penetrated the black hand that had become a shower and went straight into his chest, and blood had begun to ooze from his clothes.

"These gangsters don't talk about martial virtue a little, don't they care if their boss lives or dies? Is the boss of the black hand so faceless?

Home's mind began to think unconsciously, and he felt that his strength was being withdrawn from his chest, which was obviously infinitely strong before.

Don't I have a symbiote in me? Where's it going?

Just when he was a little unsteady and puzzled, the bullets on his chest actually withdrew by themselves... No, it was pushed out, by a black-red liquid that looked a little sticky.