Meiman Killer Daily

11

The shocking music, the rhythm that makes your blood boil, the colorful cocktails swaying in the hands of the dancing men and women push the atmosphere of the nightclub to the most exciting peak, beauties, handsome guys, swimsuits, muscles, this is the real saltiness

When you live a fish life, you don’t need to worry about tomorrow’s life, and you don’t need to worry about your own and other people’s lives.

Embracing Keeley Hazel, a girl who is only nineteen years old this year, to welcome the so-called 000 new millennium bell, Peter's life was quite decadent. For three whole months, he paid to kill people and get drunk.

He bought cars and houses extravagantly, and even bought an entire Premier League team in England.

Of course, Peter bought Tottenham with an unknown identity through other means, and at the same time looted the treasury of various countries in the Middle East. The greater the ability, the more prosperous the way to enjoy.

Today Tottenham played against Manchester United and won with a big score of 4:1. It was a perfect answer to my boss. As long as you have money, football is not that difficult to play. A rich and warm response and a sweet kiss will automatically come to your mouth.

, this is the UK, the birthplace of modern football, and one of the most developed football leagues in Europe.

However, Peter does not watch football, because in his former country and the United States in the real world, flaws in the ointment are legendary. As for those existing problems, Peter said that he really wants to return to his former motherland and then kill everyone.

Clean the whole country.

But no, Peter really couldn't do this. Being involved in pornography was a very painful problem. He kissed Keeley Hazel again. The two of them were like two vines blending together without distinguishing each other. Peter was lying on the bed.

Sitting on his lap in his arms, stroking his strong chest, plus the victory of football.

Bang……

"ah!"

The gunfire rang out and exploded the ceiling, and the screams exploded. Everyone in the bar ran away. Keeley Hazel was held in Peter's arms. Although she was very scared, she also knew a little about Peter's abilities and identity, so she watched without moving.

Towards the visitor.

"Fox, you and I have no conflict with each other. Don't let me think you are an enemy!"

The visitor is the second assassin of the Assassin League, and she is also the woman who inherited Carlos' bending acrobatics. However, after Carlos declared his death, because Peter was pushed to the position of the number one assassin, this woman always looked at Peter every time she saw him.

He kept a straight face and looked like he owed her a lot of money.

Of course, maybe it's because Fox still follows the Assassin's Creed of the Brotherhood and takes it as his duty to protect the world. He can't stand Peter leading the Brotherhood to rob national banks everywhere. But it doesn't matter. At least Peter has earned enough in the past few months.

The money is enough to be ten times more than the total of Sloan's forty years since he became the elder of the Assassin's League.

The League of Assassins was corroded by Sloane and fell into hell over forty years, while Peter allowed the ascetics of the League of Assassins to enjoy paradise-like pleasures in three months. Perhaps he knew the illusion of this world, and Peter's

The desire emotions were also released to an extremely crazy level, and the demands of indulgence made his spirit start to feel a little trance.

"Carlos' child has been found. I met him yesterday, but Carlos seems to have discovered me too!"

Fox's cold voice sounded and explained to Peter. Peter stroked Keeley Hazel to reassure her. This was an exciting game in itself, not only for Keeley Hazell, but also for Peter.

In this way, Keeley Hazel met Peter at the peak of her youth, and the legend of the killer excited her.

Peter regarded the process of the League of Assassins as a game. Even the woman in his arms was just an NPC. It was just that everyone had flesh and blood and looked so real. Perhaps this is the greatest power of the Reality Stone.

Reflecting, of course, while comforting Keeley Hazel, Fox also teased

"I looked for him three times, and he ran away three times. Can you be sure this time he won't abandon his friends like the previous three times!?"

In three collisions, he killed one of Carlos's brothers from childhood through Sloan, and another who was Carlos's aunt, and later killed a family of Carlos's relatives. Carlos was like a

The old turtle found that he could not fight against him, so he turned around and gave up on his relatives and friends. This made Peter start to doubt the plot and why the other party was so lacking in fighting spirit.

"This is his only son, and I bet he's even more talented than his father!"

"oh!?"

The only son, very talented, Peter's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have a little bit of interest. Because of his precise shooting, although Peter tried to learn the bullets in the corners, every time he shot the bullets, he failed.

It was an incomparable straight flight. For me, the curved bullet technique was an ability that I couldn't learn to succeed under any circumstances. A feeling of envy, jealousy and hatred came to my mind.

"I'm just here to tell you that James is also dead. This is the sixth colleague who has died in the past three months. If you are still so... disgusting, then Peter, I advise you to commit suicide directly.

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He picked up Princess Keeley Hazel and walked to the second floor where he was. The release of his emotions was what he enjoyed. In the real world, Peter would not dare to be so immoral, because there were mines everywhere, and no one could

You know what will happen if you step on it, and in this world, the most powerful technology is just a shot of zero bullets, and the threat is basically non-existent.

"With your good advice, let's go shopping with the kids on the street tomorrow. I don't have time now!"

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Bang……

Da da da…

Inside a supermarket, the bullets slid out of the arc, circled the shelves and hit Fox's feet. Fox also responded, folding his submachine gun and firing at the Coke pyramid. Carlos and Fox were fighting

It was a matter of life and death. A young man squatted between the two of them with his head in his hands, cursing, yelling and crying.

boom……

A huge explosion cracked one side of the supermarket wall, and dust flew up. A bullet slid through the air and hit the corner of the wall. Carlos rolled on the spot and shot the glass, smashing it into pieces and rushing out. Peter followed closely and rushed out of the dust mist.

, hold the gun in one hand and keep the balance in the other hand, and shoot continuously to keep up.

At the other end of the street, Carlos turned quickly, his body seemed to be falling backwards, he pulled the trigger with both hands, and shot 0 bullets, one left and one right, flying towards Peter in a C shape. He accelerated his pace and hit the back of Peter's head accurately with two 0 bullets.

They collided together, and Peter's bullet flew past the brow of Carlos who was lying down.

The scorching bullet seemed to have opened an eye in Carlos's forehead, and the scarlet burn mark was very heartbreaking to see. However, for the assassin killer, all this is not a big problem at all.

With calmness and perseverance, and constant self-training, superhuman nerves can already ignore most of the pain.

Even if you cut off one of their legs or arms, as long as the assassins still have weapons, they will still choose to continue to confront you, just like Carlos now, seeing Peter continue to pursue, Zi 0

The purpose of firing bullets at random angles is to interfere with Peter's dynamic line of sight, so that even a single bullet can damage Peter once.

With the tacit cooperation of the two "talents" of headlock (precision strike) and perspective (judgment assistance), Peter rushed out of the supermarket expressionlessly. A truck passed by on the street. Peter accelerated and jumped, crossing more than three meters like a hurdle.

The high-altitude truck fired diagonally from the air again, blocking Carlos's retreat.

Rolling on his left side to escape from the gap in the street, he shot and blocked the entry route. Peter ran around and accelerated. In terms of action, he was just dealing with an ordinary human being, but he was a real super soldier. He could do fifteen or twenty in one breath in five minutes.

The kilometers are easy to navigate.

Outside the woods in a park, Peter stopped. A flash of heat burned the entire woods. Carlos took out a heavy sniper rifle in the flames, set it up and hid it in the corner. Peter took a deep breath and a touch of confidence appeared on his lips.

With a smile on his face, this game is obviously no longer interesting. The system tells you to keep alive, but it doesn't tell you how to act. This means that you can actually end the game at any time.

After the novelty passed, Peter felt as if he had relaxed his spirit on vacation. The stress was gone and he ran towards the blazing fire without even bothering to go around. A sniper bullet grazed Peter.

His shoulder flew over, causing a trace of blood. No matter how fast he was, it was still difficult to dodge the sniper rifle at close range.

The pistol quickly locked on Carlos's position, and fired continuously to force him out of the shadows. There was an incredible expression in the opponent's eyes. It was obvious that he could not understand why Peter could find himself every time. He had obviously become one with the darkness, but against

It means being able to see and lock your exact position.

This time Carlos knew that he was careless and wanted to protect his son eagerly, but in exchange for the biggest test of his life, he changed the bullet and fired in one go. His handsome movements were reflected in the canvas of flames, just like an artist, from a distance.

Seeing the bullets interspersed with the burning flames is so beautiful and intoxicating.

The close shot traveled through the trajectory of the bullet, and finally the distance between the two was shortened to three meters. In the blink of an eye, his fist hit Carlos's abdomen, and he raised his knee and hit it. Carlos' body flew up and stretched.

He jumped with both legs and raised his tomahawk to chop with one leg. Carlos coughed up blood and suffered severe damage to his internal organs.

"Peter...you have to be nice..."

The gun stepped on the opponent's head and kept vomiting blood. Carlos wanted to curse, but the last word did not give him a chance. The bullet pierced his forehead. He bent down and looked down at Carlos's expression of death, and stretched out his hand.

His index finger waggled from side to side in front of him

"It's easy to leave without seeing you off!" (To be continued)