Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 297

No one wants to join the team of Lincoln, a guy who looks like a pervert. No one wants to become "Sam on the Pillar", and they are very uncomfortable with Lincoln's proposal to express their rejection of the idea.

Simple, point the gun at Lincoln and pull the trigger.

Although rashly pointing the gun at others is suspected of making enemies, in their view, as long as Lincoln can be killed, they will not have another enemy.

Da da da da——

The flames from the muzzle of the gun that kept exploding like firecrackers were so bright in the darkness, and the bright yellow bullets spun and leaped in the air, forming a fine network and filtering towards Lincoln.

There was a clanking sound, and the bullets collided with Lincoln, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, and then the bullets fell to the ground as if all their energy had been absorbed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Everyone was stunned until the sound of the gun being bored came, and everyone woke up like they were dreaming: "You, what kind of monster are you?!"

"Don't worry, you will know later." Lincoln smiled slightly and took out the lancet from his waist: "Do you want to experience the ultimate pain? I will satisfy you."

"No, don't! Ah! Please! Let me go, let me go!"

In the empty park, shrill screams rang out again, and hell descended on the world.

Statutory Killing Day is now the most lively day every year in the United States. On this night, there are no useless decorations such as Christmas trees. Arson, shooting, and violence are the bright lights that decorate this night.

On this day, anyone can express the evil in their heart freely, even foreign visitors are no exception.

This creates a very strange situation, that is, traffic is often very busy around statutory killing days. Some people in the United States who are afraid of death will go abroad on this day to avoid the killings, but there are always some people who are not afraid of death abroad.

If you come here to have fun, you will most likely end up staying here forever.

Take Lincoln, for example. His current situation is that of an inexplicable visitor from afar, traveling thousands of miles from the Marvel world to America in this world to participate in an event.

If calculated based on the distance he ran to participate in the event, he should be the most enthusiastic fan of the legal killing day in this country, right?

Of course, crowds are crowding, and Lincoln is not planning to go on a killing spree in this world. If so, wouldn't he be no different from these thugs?

It’s rare to come to such a fun world, so of course he will bring more fun things to this world!

After determining his plan of action, Lincoln set out.

He said that those thugs with guns in their hands were really brainless.

It was obvious that those who oppressed them on weekdays were the capitalists and factory owners, but after the killing, they seemed to be smart and ignored the big capitalists and attacked ordinary people who only had a few taels of silver.

Of course, there are reasons why the big capitalists are not easy to mess with, but as long as you muster up the courage, you can hit it with a dump truck, right? If not, just try the train derailment therapy!

Lincoln was a wise man, so his target from the beginning was not the poor, but the rich and powerful.

Hunter William's name is very popular, but his origin is not at all.

There is a saying that the United States is not actually a country, but a military-industrial complex disguised as a country. This is a huge interest group composed of the military, military-industrial enterprises and some members of the US Congress.

Fortunately, the West Group owned by Hunter William is part of this huge interest group. It is a military industrial group that emerged due to the emergence of Killing Day and specializes in manufacturing the recommended gun types for Killing Day.

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The scale of the West Group is not very large, but the profits are considerable. Therefore, Hunter William owns this villa that can ensure his peace of mind even on the killing day.

This looks like a villa, but in fact, if you only use the prescribed weapons below level four, you will never be able to break through the security and defense measures of the villa and threaten his life safety.

William installed many cameras around his villa. These cameras served as a warning and also allowed him to see the figures outside who were wailing, rolling, and finally dying under the swords, guns and clubs of the thugs.

Every time he saw this scene, William felt more and more happy.

Don't get me wrong, this is not because he is a pervert, but because it means that another bullet is consumed, and his group can earn one more bullet.

From the loudspeaker on the surveillance screen, the screams gradually disappeared as the flames soared. When the show ended, William took a sip of red wine and looked up at the security director beside him: "Have the people been brought here yet?"

The security supervisor nodded: "It's been brought here, and it's in guest room No. 3."

"Very good!" William nodded with satisfaction, stood up and walked towards the guest room. Behind him, the security director looked at the screen again, as if he didn't care at all what William was going to do next.

As a loyal supporter of the legal killing day, William not only allowed his company to provide weapons for the killing day, but also participated extensively in it.

It's just that the way he participates is a little different from ordinary people. His security forces will kidnap the people he likes in advance. On the killing day, he will enjoy these kidnapped people and then kill them completely.

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On the killing day, all sins will be wiped out with the sound of a gunshot. No one will care about how women died on this day, and no one will care about what they suffered before they died.

In this regard, William is a true pervert.

In front of the door of guest room No. 3, William seemed to have seen the beautiful woman behind the door. He smiled evilly and loosened his tie, then opened the door and walked into the guest room, ready to enjoy his late night snack.

But the next moment, looking at the strong man on the bed, the smile on William's face disappeared: "Who are you? Why are you in my room?!"

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Lincoln." Lincoln chuckled, holding a vibranium dagger in one hand, and pointing the muzzle of the revolver at William in the other hand: "As for why I appear in this room, why don't I

Come and take a guess?"

William looked at Lincoln with a gloomy expression. As the leader of a military-industrial enterprise, no one knew better than him how big a threat guns were, especially a revolver.

With the black gun pointed at him, William really didn't dare to move: "Whatever you want, we can talk about it."

(End of chapter)