Meiman Killer Daily

Every year on February 14th, it is a popular holiday all over the world. On this day, love will be a main topic. Show affection or integrate yourself into the hot emotion. No matter what kind of life, love

They are all like candied fruit, making people intoxicated with happiness and unable to extricate themselves.

But where there is sweetness, there is also bitterness. I don’t know how many people will like the new and hate the old, and how many people will die on this day...

I pushed open the back door of a hotel and walked through the kitchen. No one paid any attention to the stranger who suddenly appeared. Of course, a thoughtful person would definitely notice that the kitchen did not seem to be a good place to cause trouble. Three big men surrounded him.

He stuck Peter in the entrance hall going upstairs, pointed his pistol at Peter and signaled Peter to follow.

Jin is the emperor of the underworld no matter where he is. As an ordinary person, he is involved in various industries with the most huge profits in the world, and he has a lot of fun in many quagmires. He is a person with rights and ideas.

, it is difficult for you to understand why Kingpin is so lucky not to be killed every time. You must know that Kingpin is just a mortal, without super powers and not too many commendable high technologies.

"I received a letter this morning, and I have been waiting since then. I am very curious about what the person who dared to threaten me looks like!"

With a knife and fork in his hand, Kingpin was eating steak. When the elevator door opened, he smiled when he saw Peter. Peter also smiled, and his nether energy spread to protect his whole body. The bullets were fired at the moment, and his hands were as fast as knives.

Hitting the throats of Kingpin's men on both sides, he turned around and took a step closer to hit his knees.

The left and right throats were smashed and he suffocated to death. The man in front of Peter kept vomiting blood. Peter's knee smashed the opponent's xiphoid process, causing internal bleeding. If he couldn't... forget it, there is no if. According to the second personality, this

This method is the most intuitive way to kill the opponent directly.

"Five million a year is not a lot. Do you think my price is beyond your reach?"

The death of three men made Kingpin put down his knife and fork. Peter turned around and looked at Kingpin. There were at least thirty people around him pointing their weapons at him. I don’t know what model the pistol, AK, or submachine gun was. Anyway, it looked like he was walking out on his own.

With one step or an order from Kingpin, you can beat yourself into a sieve.

"You are really a bold person, but do you think you can make me bow my head like this!"

"I don't think anything is non-negotiable. Of course, the same thing is that you and I both have our own majors. I believe I am not a professional in the underworld, but when it comes to killing people... I am definitely a professional!"

Stepping forward, everyone in front fired. Kingpin stared at Peter gloomily. In the next second, all the bullets penetrated the afterimage. Peter's speed itself was already no less than ten times faster than a human being.

Moreover, the mastery and adaptation of dynamic vision can completely dodge bullets. In order to show Kingpin how powerful his killing methods are, Peter did not use his own weapons, but simply acted like a melee killer.

In the blink of an eye from ten meters away, the machine gun was still firing. Peter's palm was already pressed against the man's throat. The sound of a slight click was masked by the sound of the gun. He pulled out the knife from the man's waist, swung out a precise thrust and inserted it into the left

Two meters away from the man's throat, the man stepped forward and before he screamed, Peter cut his throat open with a knife. Then he turned around and took a step away, making a fist with his other hand and hitting the man's heart. The man's heart was shocked and suddenly stopped.

The sound of bullets was still ringing, and the killing was still continuing. Kingpin had lost his appetite. In three minutes, all the forty-two of his men present in the hall were killed by Peter using the simplest means.

Throat, beating his chest, crushing his throat, pulling out the chair at the table beside Jin Bin, Peter sat down as if he was tired, took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to Jin Bin.

"You are squeezing the world, and I am squeezing you! Kingpin, you have no idea how tempting you are to me!"

Kingpin's overall average score is 1,720 points. If he kills the opponent, he can directly bring himself a reward of 1,72 points. This is the highest score he has ever seen for a villain, but Peter doesn't want it.

After killing Kingpin, Peter endured it. Protection money was the theme this time. Kingpin was a complete bastard, but he was rich, and he was really short of money now.

"Who the hell are you!"

He took out his phone and dialed the number, and ordered five million in cash to the other party. He hung up and glared at Peter to question. Since the other party wanted to rob him, his life would not be ended by him. Jin was not a fool. He could do it easily.

Seeing Peter's purpose, Peter simply came to his place to enjoy the autumn breeze, just like he collected protection fees from ordinary shops. The bastard regarded himself as an ordinary person who could be exploited.

"A professional killer!"

"..."

Carrying two boxes, Peter nodded to Jinpin in a friendly manner and left. Jinpin knew very well that this was not the last time. As long as you have enough excuses for protection money, Peter will definitely come back. The key is that he doesn't have any at all.

The way to deal with the opponent, forty-five lives, is already the best testimony. Not only did he lose his elite men, but he will have to be like a cow in the future, allowing the opponent to milk and cut the flesh at will.

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"Jin Bin is really rich. This money comes so easily..."

I stayed in a high-end suite in the hotel and rented it for a year with a deposit of 1.2 million. This was the first thing I did after returning to the hotel. After all, if you are rich, you should live the life of a rich person.

, I am not a scientist, so I don’t need to rob banks to gain attention. There are obviously better ways to solve the problem. Why does everyone think that robbing banks of jewelry is the most profitable industry.

When you rob a bank or jewelry, you have to face the problem of money laundering and resale. The general handling fee is between 30% and 45%. It is even more tragic when you encounter gangsters and gangsters.

Even if you don't even have your life, let alone the messy methods, that is also an extremely terrifying thing.

Robbing gangs is different. There is no psychological guilt for killing. There is no police to manage the robbery. Even superheroes don't care which gangster you rob. Isn't this the best way to rob? There is always a chance.

A group of people whose brains are not wise but confused. Lying in a sea of ​​money, Peter stared blankly at the ceiling.

"This is a small day. Try to complete the small goals first. The matter of the nether energy suit can be put on the agenda."

Ding dong…

The sound of a text message on the phone rang. Peter did not open it immediately. Instead, he plugged the phone into the computer and opened a software to connect to his phone. The red countdown on the software lit up. Peter then picked up the phone and opened the text message.

A very simple shielding method, because of the passive reception function of text messages, can effectively prevent yourself from being tracked and locked. However, hackers also have the means to transmit viruses to track targets through text messages, and the software they open can be used for a short time.

Blocking measures to cut off the Internet can make it impossible for people to track you.

There are many communication companies in the United States, and even the largest communication companies are very complicated. The manpower, material and resources consumed by tracking text messages are also quite huge, so once you use this blocking method, unless the country wants to target you

, otherwise even Stark would not be able to find himself before the red countdown ends, because this thing itself was specially designed and created by Stark for himself.

"I live in North Brooklyn, sir, can you stop my father from beating my mother!"

It didn't seem to be a text message from an adult. It was an innocent thought. Maybe he saw something that shouldn't be seen by a child. Peter looked up and the sky outside the window was still clear. It seemed that there was still some time left in the little day before night came. Go and see for yourself.

It's not bad to watch. Although domestic violence is not within the scope of my expertise, if a man really doesn't deserve to be a father, then I can just treat it as a boring pastime.

Only mentally retarded people will become heroes, because they don’t want society to swallow them up, but want to turn the tide and change the society on their own. Unlike Peter, Peter doesn’t care about the rumors at all. It doesn’t matter if he hates himself, he just

Do it because you want to, not for the sake of doing something.

Within an hour, I went to the car shop to buy a car, paid more than 400,000 in cash, and drove to the place the child said. There are a large number of black and yellow people concentrated in the North District of Brooklyn, and racial discrimination is commonplace here.

, you can see a lot of negative points above your head with a casual scan, but their negative points are all between one and ten, and they have no tethering value at all.

The street number marked is No. 36, a slightly independent and quiet villa-type residence. There is a large tree of unknown species in the front yard. Peter parked the car on the street and began to observe the surroundings and then lay down to take a nap. Maybe

It was a mistake for me to come here, but now I am really bored and gossiping...

"That's enough! I've had enough of you!"

"ah!"

"Wow...Mom...Mom..."

The sudden shouting and quarrel woke Peter up from his sleep. Instead of looking in the direction of the problem, he opened the car door and walked towards the end of the street in the opposite direction to the quarrel. He passed the big tree on the street and Peter turned around on the other side.

The tree was in a dead spot, and when he emerged again, he had become a fat man weighing about three to four hundred pounds.

He walked back to the place where the quarrel took place with an expressionless face, but was surprised to find that the man who was grabbing his wife's hair had a negative number of 450 on his head. This was definitely not a score that could only be obtained by domestic violence. He laughed excitedly and watched.

The man looked like he was looking at a piece of fat. Not a single word was written all over his body. Death was the best way to thank him. (To be continued)