Meiman Killer Daily

32

"CSA..."

The Superhuman Activities Committee is a capital team that is only responsible to the President of the United States and exists only for the interests of the United States. Its existence is to share the burden of the United States and American capitalists in world expansion and superhuman beings, to provide effective suggestions, and to properly

processing issues.

"The world seems to be more chaotic..."

After reading the information given to him by Phoenix Girl, John lay down on the sofa melancholy. It was still early at nine o'clock in the evening. He poured all the brandy that was left in the bottle on the coffee table into the cup, closed his eyes and fell into

meditation.

"We need to do something more ruthless..."

You must not provoke him. Only by labeling him like this can you make others fear you. You can't let anyone dare to turn you into a pawn, just use him casually and feel complacent behind the scenes.

But it's a bit tricky to do this without getting in the way of anyone, because there is a word in this world that represents a person who likes to make trouble!

"Hypocritical justice!"

This group of people themselves are inexhaustible and have tried many worlds. The first representative is Captain America, followed by DC Batman.

I don't know why I suddenly thought of Batman. I opened my eyes and picked up the wine glass, drank it all and stood up.

On the table in the living room, the infrared scanner and anti-machine sniper rifle were sorted, and all the bullets were sorted. There were a total of twenty armor-piercing bullets. If the bullets were empty and did not kill Curtis Jackson, there was no need to use the sniper rifle.

Already.

Smoke grenades and concussion grenades were both good treasures that Weasel found on the black market. He took three of each and used them at critical moments. After all, although smoke grenades are not expensive, they still cost three hundred dollars. The stingy bastard Weasel only spent a total of

I bought fifteen pieces.

"Are you still preparing a private arsenal?!"

After disassembling the anti-machine sniper rifle and putting it into the box, John looked up at the clock. It was ten o'clock in five minutes. At this time, Curtis Jackson should have just gotten off work from the company. It was thirty minutes away. He could be there at

I met him twenty minutes later, five kilometers away, in the parking lot in front of my house and across the street from a park.

The distance of 1,000 meters is just right, there will be no obstacles at all, and there will be no problem of accidental killing in the middle of the night. Just pick up the phone and make a call.

"Hello!"

"I may not go to the company tomorrow. You can temporarily receive the new guy. I'll give you a chance after being single for so many years."

"It depends on your own ability."

The call was made to Weasel. The last day of the three-day deadline has passed, and the black shaver will come to his company tomorrow. I really don't know how many monsters and monsters my shabby company can finally summon.

Take it one step at a time. Anyway, today's little life does have a different flavor. In the past, I was always scheming against others, and then solved the problem calmly. Even if there was a crisis, I knew how to deal with it safely. But now it is different. When things happen,

To yourself, everything is unknown.

…

"I said I don't know where the problem lies. Damn mutants should not be treated as human beings at all. If you are willing to provide me with more mutants, I can find the problem faster, and I can

Solve the problem.

Damn mole people, it was because of your fatigue that you allowed this to happen and ruined our great situation!"

Curtis Jackson clutched his cell phone tightly and cursed at the other side. He walked out of the parking lot and stood on the street. His face was filled with anger without any concealment. He turned and walked towards his apartment. There was no sound of gunfire.

Shot through Curtis Jackson's neck.

John confirmed the hit in the woods, stood up and began to disassemble the weapon and prepare to leave. There was a faint sound of metal friction, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of Curtis Jackson. The body was nowhere to be seen.

boom……

Da da da…

The monster's arms were embedded with machine guns and fired at John. John reacted quickly and retreated to avoid the attack. He looked like an exoskeleton mecha, and the ferocious face of Curtis Jackson appeared in front of John.

"You are looking for death!"

When studying superpowers, you will naturally not let go of your own cultivation. Even if a bullet pierces the throat, death is not necessarily certain. The protection formed by the energy link can stop bleeding. Naturally, the purpose of wearing the exoskeleton mecha is for revenge.

He put down his harsh words, had a mobile phone pistol in one hand, and a sharp blade in the other. He had quite a lot of combat experience in chopping and shooting. John was a little disappointed, but he was also pleasantly surprised. This kind of technology was not something that a genetics researcher could possess.

The straight attack was dodged. John's body seemed to be sliding on the ground, arcing around Curtis Jackson and coming to the opponent's back. He grabbed the shell with his palms and pushed forward, hooking his ankles with his steps. Curtis Jackson

Jackson lost his balance and fell to the ground.

In the face of absolute power, even high technology is a meaningless auxiliary. The sound of clicking sounded, and Curtis Jackson's whole body was tingling and he wanted to shout out. A bullet of 0 bullets was fired from back to front again.

Broken his throat.

Woo woo woo...

The anger that changed his face turned into fear, and John's smile was bright

"If you beg me for mercy, I will let you go!"

"As long as you say you're sorry, say it quickly!"

The throat is completely shattered, but a weak sound can still be made, but it is impossible to say a complete word, especially in this state, with the unstoppable blood and the broken waist, Curtis Jackson's mouth

Opening wide, but staring at John, he could only make some weak sounds that were not so comfortable.

"I just like people like you, who are fearless in the face of death!"

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Bang……

A bullet penetrated Curtis Jackson's head. John's other hand condensed his psionic energy and pulled out Curtis Jackson's soul. I'm curious who is controlling Curtis Jackson's back.

.

"Let me go..."

Curtis Jackson's voice came from the trembling soul. John ignored it and squeezed his soul hard to turn it into spiritual energy. He also needed nutrients to enhance his psionic energy. After all, this world only relies on his own practice and refinement. If he wants

It is too slow to enhance your psionic energy. The current rhythm may put you in crisis at any time. It is better not to be stingy when you can enhance it.

"You didn't tell me earlier."

Absorbing the soul and plundering the memory, he closed his eyes and read quickly, and George Tarleton emerged in the memory. A crazier scientist, eager for human super mutation to change his ordinary life, he was completely a man with a heart as high as the sky.

Mediocre ordinary people.