Struggle in the American Comic World

Shooting across the door, the bullets fell as if they didn't want money, and then they collided in twos as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

From time to time, rounded bullets pierced through the wooden wall panels on the side of the door.

The person on the opposite side definitely has adrenaline pumped.

Otherwise, an ordinary person would never be able to shoot against Jordan, who has a long-range block.

The intense barrage only lasted for a few seconds.

The gunshots at the door stopped, and Jordani smashed the dilapidated wooden door without hesitation. With a bursting and fierce momentum, he directly hit the knee and hit the figure inside.

Roaming Gunslinger, that's what a rogue is.

Not only can it reach the level of astonishment in terms of marksmanship, but it also has the most top-notch combat effectiveness in physical combat.

A muffled groan sounded, and the figure in front of Jordani was hit by a knee strike, and the whole person flew three feet up.

If you have MP, connect an M-137 Gatling machine gun, you can directly form a combination machine BBQ, and make the opponent reach the sieve.

However, Jordani was not so cruel when dealing with the former acquaintance of Guan Bao.

The figure in the room was none other than Jenny Fox.

For an ordinary person, even a burst of adrenaline and a knee bump are enough to make him completely lose his combat effectiveness in a few seconds.

Casually stuffing the gun into the holster on his waist, facing Jenny who was still struggling, Jordan just punched him.

Concussion therapy, which specializes in the treatment of various negative effects such as amnesia, confusion, and loss.

Moreover, this kind of therapy also comes with the effect of stealing teacher skills.

After four consecutive heavy blows, Jenny Fox woke up from the brainwashing amnesia without any surprise. With a naturally sexy pretty face, she looked at Jordan in front of her with severe pain and confusion.

"Jenny, are you awake, do you remember who I am?"

"Joe? Why does my head hurt so much?"

"Uh, it's not important! Jenny, I'm here to save you, and I'll take care of the damn rats in the Mutual Aid Club. Where are the others?"

Jenny glanced at the dilapidated appearance in the room, rubbed her head, and looked at Jordan suspiciously.

Jordani said calmly, "It was already like this when I came here."

Jenny didn't pursue it, but after judging the situation for a while, the aura of a strong woman rose, she picked up the gun directly, and said, "I know where Sloan is, follow me."

The combination of the two killers, naturally no one can stop it.

Jordani is a standard beast assault style. When he sees the crowd, he will directly use his skills to rush over. After entering the melee, he will use various skills indiscriminately.

Gun skills and physical skills are perfectly integrated in Jordani, and the fancy killing scenes are the purest violent aesthetics.

And Jenny was not as reckless as Jordan, but with Jordan to attract firepower, the two modified M1911s continued to spew flames, knocking down the killer who was a little further away.

The killing in the weaving room was fierce, because the CIA outside attracted 80% of the killers, so the two of Qiao Danny passed quickly.

At the entrance of the stairs, Jenny gave Jordan a meaningful look.

Jordani was confused: "Is there something wrong with me?"

Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "Have you always fought like this?"

Jordan raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there any problem?"

Jenny was speechless: "It's a miracle that you can survive till now!"

After finishing speaking, Jenny stepped out of the way gracefully, letting Jordani charge forward, acting as a target to attract firepower.

Qiao Danny didn't care about this, anyway, there were not many killers left in the textile factory.

Go upstairs quickly, under Jenny's gesture, in two directions,

One is the place where the repairman sits, a little far from the core of the mutual aid society, and the other is the slaughterhouse where the butcher sits. Although it is a shortcut, the butcher's methods are very cruel and weird.

Without thinking about it, Jordan directly chose the slaughter room, and said, "Jenny, you go to the repairman. He doesn't know that you have recovered your memory, so he won't suspect you. This time we clean up the mutual aid club, we must not leave hidden dangers."

Jenny's sex appeal is deep down, and her behavior is more masculine, so she left without saying a word.

Qiao Danny looked at Jenny's back and the twisting buttocks, and was taken aback for a moment. Suddenly, he felt nostalgic, and then he slapped Jenny very cheaply.

Jenny was fine, she looked very indifferent, and turned her head to throw a provocative look.

At this time, John Smith just led a small team to the bottom of the stairs, watching the scene where the adulterers were teasing each other, his eyes burst.

"F..k, dogs and men, I'm going to kill them!"

"John, calm down, now is the time for combat, you are not here to catch rape!"

"Shet, get out of the way..."

The quarrel between John Smith and the team members, who had been far away, Jordani didn't notice at all, and he didn't even know that there was a green panicked agent behind him, who wanted to kill him wholeheartedly.

At this time, Jordani had already entered a dark, bloody, and smelly slaughterhouse.

It is different from other killers in the mutual aid club.

Butcher is a killer who focuses on using knives to fight. He is fat and tall, but he still has exquisite stealth and concealment skills.

As soon as Fang entered the slaughter room, Jordani was already under the care of the butcher.

With a slash to the head, the white horse is like a snowflake, shining with a sharp edge that makes the skin chill.

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Jordani instinctively used his pistol to resist, and the blade of the knife drew a sliver of fire on the body of the gun.

By the time Jordani reacted, the butcher had completely disappeared from Jordani's vision.

Wo Rili Niang, is it a ghost?

Jordani stood against the wall, and did not rashly rush into the room full of steaks.

Throwing away the pistol whose rifling had been chopped off, Jordani pulled out two pistols from his backhand again, and without thinking, he shot a rain of bullets.

The fat butcher is obviously very proficient in concentrating on the body, and then fighting in close quarters.

Jordani didn't have the intention of playing hide-and-seek with the other party in the room, and the gun was precise, and he directly broke the iron hooks on the huge steaks.

The field of vision became much clearer in an instant. Behind a huge steak, the fat butcher held a knife in one hand and an iron hook in the other, showing his figure with a dazed face.

What the hell, playing cards out of common sense.

There was a distance of ten meters between the two sides. Seeing that he had been exposed, the fat butcher decided not to hide anymore. His body was full of evil spirits, and he rushed towards Jordan with a knife.

Bang bang bang!

After shooting out all the bullets in the gun in his hand, the butcher's knife flashed in the hand of the fat butcher, but he split all the bullets away by relying on the hand speed he had practiced alone for many years.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was less than three meters, and the fat butcher's face was already showing a murderous and ferocious smile.

Quickly draw a gun, three bursts, mobile shooting, step shooting, air shooting.

The succession was only a short period of two seconds. After five consecutive gunshots, Jordani calmly stuffed the revolver in his hand into the holster.

At this time, the fat butcher appeared where Jordani was.

In his hand, the butcher's knife fell to the ground, and there was a hole in his chest, bleeding, and he fell to the ground. Only then did the other party realize the horror and severe pain coming like a tide.

In the blurred vision, a figure gradually became clear.

Jordani fiddled with the butcher knife on the ground, and said, "There is nothing that cannot be broken. If there is, just shoot again."

The fat butcher couldn't speak anymore, he just looked at the butcher knife that he had been with for many years.

On the butcher knife, each of Jordani's five shots hit the same point, forcibly making a red hole.

With the last shot, Jordani's bullet went through the hole and into the fat butcher's chest.

"This is impossible……"

"Oh, nothing is impossible, some people call it magic, and I call it a good target!"