Meiman Killer Daily

11

"If you are modifying this gun, you might as well just change it to an assault rifle. Nowadays, folding assault rifles are not very expensive. But I am really curious. Are you planning to use a pistol to shoot tanks? It is almost as powerful as

Close range sniper rifle!"

In the black market pistol modification shop, John took out the two pistols he purchased and modified for maintenance, mainly because he wanted to continue to increase their power. Currently, he only has part of the power of the star, whether he uses psionic energy or fighting, he can do it at a distance.

It is still extremely short in all aspects.

As one of the most powerful pistols in the world, the Sand Eagle is not only handsome but also very convenient. In addition, the recoil and impact will not have any impact on you at all. It is also quite convenient to use. Then again

Changes want to enhance.

"Fifty thousand is your rule here!"

One hundred thousand dollars was put on the table, and there was no nonsense with the other party. It was the most direct way to communicate in the black market. It was a good thing for oneself and others without wrangling or exposing more information. The phone suddenly rang, and John walked out of the store.

I looked around and stood in a deserted corner and answered the phone.

"My wife plans to take over the farm and the contract has been sent out. I'm very grateful to you John for this."

"That's what it should be. You've also seen old Yas's retirement home. Come and see him when you have time. The old man has finally gotten rid of Sanders' sadness, but he just seems a little lonely."

"I will."

After hanging up the phone, John shook his head helplessly. The last thing he did for Lao Yasi was over. Now as long as Sanders' revenge is solved, the kindness will be exchanged. Sometimes the world's wisdom is really thought-provoking, Lao

A good man like Yas still has to suffer such torture in his old age. Fortunately, he met himself. If he hadn't been brainwashed, he might really have embarked on the path of desperate self-commitment.

Walking into the shop again, the boss waved to John, made a simple adjustment and then matched it. Instead of modifying the pistol that John gave him, he placed the other two modified Sand Eagles in front of John.

"The bmg fifty-caliber elastic magazine is suitable for various bullets of large firearms. Its lethality is comparable to that of a sniper rifle. Even modified armor-piercing bullets can be stuffed into the magazine. It's just a little heavy. I just measured it for you.

pistol, I feel like this thing might be more suitable for you!"

It is obviously larger than my own Sand Eagle. Its caliber, weight, and metal texture are all more impactful. I picked it up, shook it, and made aiming movements. It feels pretty good, but I don't know how powerful it is.

The boss pointed to his backstage and seemed to see through John's thoughts and continued.

"The evaluation will come later, but this pistol is not cheap. At 200,000 for one, I will help you make further modifications. After all, what you see now is just a showpiece for the wealthy people. It is still a bit awkward to kill people with it."

"no problem."

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"Sabertooth Tiger is dead, Zero, Ghost, Headhunter, Siren, half of my men are already dead!"

"Don't be angry Mr. William Stryker, our cooperation is proceeding in an orderly manner, I believe no one can stop us!"

Mr. Sinister looked at the angry man across from him with a smile, poured him a glass of red wine and put it on the coffee table. He turned around and walked to the window. New York seemed even more attractive at night.

"Someone found that someone was buying Robert and Grayson's information on the black market. It seems that the other party is here for us."

The speaker was a man wrapped in a cloak. He walked out of the shadows and appeared in front of William Stryker and Mr. Sinister. However, under the shadow's cloak, his face was not revealed at all. Mr. Sinister turned around and shrugged.

"I will deal with him. You don't need to be so nervous. Don't worry, everything is under our control!"

The door was pushed open, and the woman walked in and pointed behind her.

"Wolverine has been brought back. This guy is extremely difficult to catch. You'd better have some means to control him."

"No one can refuse Apocalypse's call, including Wolverine!"

After the cloaked man finished speaking, he teleported and disappeared. Mr. Sinister said to William Stryker beside him.

"Send out all the hunters, I believe they will bring the best news!"

"I hope you can fulfill your promise, otherwise you will know the consequences!"

The exchanges between the three parties seemed to have their own purposes. William Stryker left solemnly, and Mr. Sinister's smile gradually became expressionless. The woman who reported the information crossed her arms and asked in an unhappy tone.

"Why don't you kill him!"

"He also has high value. We are all mutants. Mutants never kill mutants, but there are always some mutants who are disobedient and must die. At this time, the value of Mr. William Stryker is reflected.

Already."

Jingwei responded, and her body faded and disappeared. The woman snorted and turned around to leave the room and close the door. In the building where the lights disappeared, countless tragic and shrill sounds suddenly sounded, as if someone was being tortured.

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Bang……

As soon as he walked out of the underground black trading market, a bullet flew past John's shoulder, a precise sneak attack and a targeted sniper attack. It seemed that his arrogance and domineering had caused many people to resell his information, but this was normal.

After all, it is better to find clues than to find them yourself.

John had expected this, or he was just fishing. His purpose was to get this group of people to attack him, and then follow the clues to greet all members of the local forces.

He quickly dodged and fled towards the park not far away. Bullets were fired continuously behind him, but none of them could hit. This was not the aura of the protagonist, but that his own strength and speed could completely dodge the bullets. The current disguise

I just want more enemies to appear.

Sure enough, when John rushed into the park, with the cover of the woods, the sneak attack team of killers also chased after him. More than a dozen people were fully armed. They did not look like members of the Hand. At least this organization did not regard themselves as some big fish.

The purchase price will not be very high either.

"What an eye-catcher. I guess I can sell it for a million."

The enemy has no idea of ​​their own strength and identity. Even after killing so many mutants, they haven't been targeted until now. You can tell that these people don't take you seriously at all. They sneer and load the bullets.

, open the safety and raise your hands

The flames of the two guns exploded, and the bullet flew out of the gun barrel and emitted a light of at least one meter. It looked like a laser from a distance, and the recoil was strong. The bodies of the two people on the opposite side exploded. Everyone seemed to be full of firepower. John was in the shadow.

The target is like a ghost, dodging all the bullets. Every bullet fired represents the fragmentation of a killer.