Meiman Killer Daily

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"roll!"

There is nothing to talk about, and he is even too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of people, because in John's opinion it is not necessary, he has no ambitions in this world, and he has no other ideas, and his life will not overlap with these people at all.

The Red Devil kept smiling, but the moment John turned around, he disappeared. The sickle appeared in his hand and swung it towards John's neck. In fact, according to the idea given by the Red Devil, a mysterious man like John who killed people unscrupulously could have killed a hundred people.

The best choice is that I am not as easy to talk to as the White Queen and the Black King. Good temper also depends on your mood.

Sparks of metal collision bloomed on one side. John's pistol and Red Devil's scythe collided together. Mental shocks struck each other, and circular fluctuations exploded between the two. John's body was stronger than Red Devil's, and he withstood it hard.

Feeling the physical impact caused by mental fluctuations, he pulled out a pistol with his other hand and aimed it at the red devil's forehead.

Bang……

The flames of the flames rushed towards the face, and the red devil teleported and disappeared in place, reappeared in mid-air, slashed with the sickle, raised both guns high and pulled the trigger, teleported and disappeared again, but in the blink of an eye, John suddenly appeared in

In front of the red devil's face, he kicked the red devil in the face.

"Damn it!"

His jaw was almost broken. The Red Devil didn't understand why the opponent was able to find his position. He was vomiting blood in his mouth and his brain was still in a hazy state. John raised his two guns again and turned around and disappeared in a flash without even thinking about it.

In John's sight.

"He should be kicked to death..."

The moment he kicked the Red Devil, John hesitated. This caused John to use less force and did not hit the Red Devil's head like a watermelon. The main reason was that he said that he had a good relationship with the Red Devil, even though he knew that this was not him.

The familiar red devil, but some things still make John soft-hearted.

But when the red devil really ran away, rational analysis occupied his brain. John felt that he should kill the red devil. After all, not many people knew about him at present, and he should not let anyone know about his existence.

It's a pity that he didn't regret taking the medicine. The Red Devil will not appear in front of him again in a short time. He sighed with regret, shook his head with a smile and turned around and walked into the shadow of the street. Whether it was the Red Devil or John, they both

Unexpectedly, on the opposite side of the street not far from them, behind the trash can, a transparent outline appeared in the shadow, and the red light flashed away and retreated into the shadow again.

"The target has been found, cannot be locked, is at least level seven, and is highly dangerous."

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"Who the hell are you!"

Kingpin's building is littered with corpses. The tallest building in Hell's Kitchen has now truly turned into Hell's Kitchen. He stares with bullseye glasses in his eyes, his hands are shattered as if they were blown apart by bullets from some heavy weapon, and Kingpin's building is littered with corpses.

A spear was nailed to the wall. He tried to struggle but was unable to fight back.

"On July 23rd, you were transporting a batch of mutants at night. I want to know where these mutants are now?!"

"Damn it! Ask your mother the hell!"

"ah!"

A fork pierced Jin Bin's thigh, and the scream interrupted the curse. John repeated the question before, and then covered the wound with psionic energy in his hand, quickly stopping the bleeding.

"We have a long, long time!"

Kingpin gasped, blood and phlegm gathered in his mouth, and just as he was about to spit in John's face, John slapped Kingpin in the face. Kingpin glared at John as if he would not obey until death, and John raised a big flag at him.

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"I am a psychic. I can easily read your memory. Believe me, I am definitely not deceiving you. But I am very unhappy now. I don't want to end the game as easily as that, so you are still alive now!"

As he spoke, he walked towards Bullseye and took out the poker from his arms beside him. It was a very ordinary playing card and should be a plaything for leisure and entertainment. He waved his wrist and was seven or eight meters away from Kingpin.

"Sent to where!"

"I will definitely kill him...ah!"

The poker rotated at high speed, slicing across Jin Bin's skin, interrupting the conversation again, and pulled out the poker again and made a provocative gesture to Jin Bin, indicating that the other party could continue.

Jin did not speak, but stared at John. John was a little disappointed when he saw this. He threw away the cards one after another and flew to Jin Bin. Jin Bin gritted his teeth and took them all without saying a word this time.

John spread his fingers and pressed on Jin Bin's head

"Go to hell!"

"You smash this!"

The nether energy instantly penetrated the brain and extracted all the memories of Jin Bin. After a brief reading, John had a new goal. Silver Fox was the code name of that woman. The batch of mutants captured seemed to have been rescued by the Anti-Men. Of course,

This is John's guess, because the deal between Kingpin and Silver Fox is just to bring these mutant children to the transaction location, and then Silver Fox will take everyone away.

Sanders is just a target, or he is being used. Love does not exist. John, codenamed Silver Fox, is quite familiar with it. What this female mutant is best at is hypnosis, and even Wolverine has been toyed with by it.

Although the applause was not malicious, did Silver Fox really not know what would happen if Sanders betrayed his organization?!

He turned around and walked towards the elevator, and when the elevator door closed, he fired again. At this point, the entire underground black world of North America would fall into chaos, because John killed their emperor, and Kingpin's death would make everyone ready to take action.

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A simple funeral ended. The validity of a private cemetery is usually fifty years. Originally, old Yas even didn't want to buy this cemetery because he was already 70 or 80 years old. How could he be expected to come and visit him every year?

Son?

It would be better to find a place with beautiful scenery and scatter his son's ashes there, rather than being dug up and thrown away like garbage fifty years later. John persuaded him earnestly, and then picked a place in the suburbs of New York.

A good place, the cemetery is a cenotaph, John believes that there must always be a formality, since he is not short of money now, why bother with it.

After everything ended, I sat down with Lao Yasi and drank some wine and talked about the past. Mainly, Lao Yasi himself described his life, meeting his wife, watching the child being born, and walking through one-third of his life with his wife hand in hand.

Two days later, I watched my wife go away with the wind.

Now he is watching his son leave. If it weren't for John secretly controlling Old Yas's emotions, he would never be able to get over this painful blow.

"Thank you John!"

John smiled and waved his hand. Soon it would be complete and everything would return to normal.

"These are what I should do. I have found the murderer of your son. I will take her to Sanders's grave to repent. You can live your own life."