The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

I don't know when the heavy rain stopped, and in the darkness, a cool breeze blew through the window.

Lance opened his eyes and looked up at the dark night sky, the moonlight was clear, but this dark night sky made Lance feel a chill, frowned, and after not finding other abnormalities, he closed his eyes again, sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room.

Early the next morning, the sky was hazy and the sun was shining on the earth, making people feel warm, Lance came to the window, looked at the scenery of the city, and stretched by the way.

The buildings and streets in the city are very bustling, and the streets are full of people coming and going, and there is a lot of noise and noise everywhere.

"Meow~" Tom Cat jumped on Lance's shoulder and looked directly at him with big round eyes.

【I'm hungry! I am hungry! I'm going to eat foie gras steak, Paris lobster, red wine pheasant!

Lance rubbed its head: "Hey! You don't go too far! How can I have so much money!

"Meow!" Tom Pouted disdainfully, then immediately jumped down and took out a few dollars from his pants pocket, and disappeared with a puff of smoke.

The stunned Lance shook his head helplessly, sat back on the sofa and watched TV, let it go, anyway, there was no way to take little Tom.

"When are you going to go back?" Brian came over with a glass of water.

"I don't know, Amanda doesn't know when she'll wake up yet, and Brownie estimates he'll come over today or tomorrow, how about you?" When are you ready to go? "

Today." Brian smiled and continued, "I thought you would go back with us.

"No way, who told me to be employed?" Then I wish you all the best of luck.

"Then I'll go first, you remember to help me say hello to Amanda." Brian waved at Lance.

Lance smiled and didn't speak.

Half an hour later, Brian left the apartment with the reluctant Jean and headed for the airport, Lance stood in front of the apartment window and watched the two people leave, then walked into Amanda's room and checked Amanda's condition again.

"It seems that the recovery is not bad." Lance said to himself.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a noisy sound from outside, as if someone had rolled down the stairs.

What's going on? Fighting in the morning? Lance frowned and walked out of the room, just about to open the door to see the bustle.

Unexpectedly, several people who scuffled together directly broke through the door of his apartment and fell in, lying on all fours on the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged sideways, otherwise he would have been pressed under the door.

Look at their appearance as two to one.

The middle-aged white man lay at the front, his face swollen and high, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and the bone of the bridge of his nose was broken.

The other younger man, on the other hand, was no better, with blood flowing out of his nostrils and mouth, bruises on his forehead and nose, and he looked embarrassed.

And the black man opposite them was much stronger than the two of them, and I don't know if it was too dark or for some other reason, Lance couldn't see any injuries.

"Let's go! Someone will come right away!

The middle-aged man lying on the ground shouted at the young man, and just got up and was stunned when he saw Lance.

Isn't this the young man who was in front of the hotel before? This is his home? Could it be that he was also involved in this?

Three times of doubt appeared in his mind.

The other, slightly younger man, who did not recognize Lance, immediately stood up and prepared to run towards the gate.

"Wait!"

Lance, who inexplicably flashed to the door, blocked them and shouted to them: "You want to run after breaking my door?" Nothing so cheap! Gotta lose money!

The corner of the young man's mouth showed a hint of ridicule and said, "Stinky boy, I advise you to stay busy."

"No, you broke my home, of course I have the right to deal with it." The three of you must compensate me for my loss. Lance didn't eat his set, and rightfully said: "This is my apartment, you will pay me compensation if you break my things!"

"Hahaha, boy, you're crazy! I don't have time to mess with you! I don't care about you! He glared viciously at Lance, quickly stepped forward and bumped him before leaving.

Who knew that his strength was simply like a mayfly shaking a tree, which was not worth mentioning to Lance, but he took half a step backwards, and before he could speak, his collar was directly grabbed by Lance, and an over-the-shoulder fall smashed him to the ground.

Stretching out a foot to step on the white man's chest, Lance glanced at the three expressionlessly: "Let me ask again one last time, is it a loss of money?" Or beaten? "

Pique! You fucking let him go! The middle-aged man saw that Lance actually dared to make a move, and he rushed up with a roar. As a member of the Special Emergency Response Unit, he actually couldn't beat a child? It's just funny, it must be because of his sneak attack!

The speed of the middle-aged man looked like peeing on his pants when the wind was strong, and he was very sure that this product would not hit him.

After tilting his head slightly, he punched the white man's stomach, and the severe pain in his abdomen made him bend down directly and kneel on the ground: "Wait... Wait! I pay! I pay! "

Why is he so strong!?

The man, who was afraid that he would suffer again, endured the pain in his stomach, took two hundred euros from his pocket and handed it over.

"No, one person is a thousand euros, one less point you can't get out of this door!" Lance, who took these two hundred pieces, was a little dissatisfied, and kicked Pico next to the middle-aged man.

"What!? A thousand pieces! You insatiable vampire! You..." When did Pique who rolled twice on the ground suffer such grievances?

"Huh?" Lance glanced at Pique with slanted eyes, and after a cold snort, he suddenly did not dare to speak again, and silently closed his mouth.

"I give!" The black man, who had never spoken, took out more than 1,300 dollars directly from his pocket and handed it to Lance: "I don't have euros, only dollars, all for you." He

can't help it, he has never encountered this situation in his decades of CIA career, this person easily suppressed these two suspected agents, and he doesn't have this ability!"

"Man, you did it right, listen to your accent is American? Thanks, you can go. Lance reached out and took it, then put the dollars in his pocket and looked very polite.

Lance, who had a kind expression, did not look like a blackmailer at all.

The black man nodded, looked back at the two lying on the ground and quickly left the apartment, his steps seemed a little hurried, as if there was something urgent.