The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Lance, who had just walked out, found that dozens of people had surrounded him, apparently they had run over to support after hearing the movement, glanced back, and found that Jack was hiding behind the door and did not come out immediately.

Lance looked around with indifferent eyes, now he was no longer interested in playing anymore, so there was no nonsense, and he shot directly.

The knees were slightly bent, and the force was instantly exerted, and before the other party could say a ruthless attack, he came to the crowd almost in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!" A sweep of the whip kicked one of the unlucky bastards directly to the ground, followed by a side-spin kick that knocked another man with a gun to the ground.

As if in and out of no-man's land, there was no enemy at all, and a minute later, with the crisp sound of bones shattering and bullets that did not know where to shoot, everyone fell to the ground.

It all came so suddenly that Lance knocked everyone down as if by magic, and the Albanians didn't even see his movements. Jack, who came out deliberately late, looked at Lance with a shocked face, and couldn't help but swallow his spit: "You... You—

" "Can I go?" Lance turned to look at him, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Go! Go now! Jack hurriedly agreed, and ran towards the outside, he did not dare to stay for another second, he also did not dare to look at the cannibalistic eyes of his compatriots, he was finished....

And Tom Cat, who had just hid on the side, also jumped over at this time and climbed onto Lance's shoulder, looking intimate. This softened his eyes a lot, and he patted Tom's head and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go." Then he

walked towards a black car next to him. Jack drove and Lance sat in the back as the car raced straight to the place known as Paradise.

Along the way, Lance's fingers tapped on the glass of the window, once, twice. With a certain rhythm constantly tapping, Jack, who was sitting in front, felt a lot of pressure on himself.

"What are you worried about?" Lance turned to look ahead.

"It's not... I didn't worry about anything. Jack quickly denied it.

"Yes?" Lance smiled and continued to tap the glass next to him.

"Of course..."

"Bang!" The co-pilot's seat was punched through by him.

"Don't play tricks with me!" Lance's voice suddenly became much colder, and he looked at the rearview mirror in front of him, and two cold lights shone through his eyes.

Jack was frightened by Lance's performance, and he quickly turned his head, not daring to look at him again or speak.

About an hour and a half, Jack led him to a stop in front of a red gate.

"Are you sure this is here?" Lance opened the car door and jumped down, looking at the well-decorated door in front of him, and turned to stare at Jack.

"Yes... This is our stronghold...," Jack said timidly, a look of fear flashing in the depths of his eyes. The psychological pressure caused by Lance on him along the way is too great, if he can live today, I am afraid that he will live in this shadow for the rest of his life.

"Very well, you, take me in."

Jack looked at his expression, gritted his teeth, and took the lead towards the door, he did not dare to refuse, nor was he qualified to refuse.

"Snap." Jack's hand pressed on the handle of the door, and with a hard push, he pushed the door open and stepped into it.

What comes into view is a small courtyard with some flowers and plants planted in it, and the creeper winds a few steel bars and struggles to climb up. At the back of the yard is a separate building, three stories high, which covers a large area.

It seems that the Albanians are mixing well here.

"Jack? How did you come back? "There were two people sitting in the courtyard, one of them was watering flowers, and after seeing Jack coming, he put down the kettle in his hand, walked over, and asked suspiciously.

"I..." I didn't know how to answer, Jack was already oozing sweat beads on his forehead at this time, and his face was pale.

"Who is he? How do you bring strangers over? Seeing this, the fat man on the side frowned, looked at Jack with a look of displeasure, and questioned.

"He..." Jack swallowed and didn't know how to explain it, looking like he wanted to say nothing.

"Tom, close the door!" Lance's eyes narrowed into a slit, his tone was cold, and his body exuded a dangerous aura. Tom, who received the order, jumped off his shoulder and closed the door in a humane manner, standing in front of the gate with an air of monogamy.

"What the fuck are you? Jack! Say something! The fat man seemed to sense something wrong at this moment, glaring at Lance and questioning Jack, and his big fat hand also held a pistol at this moment and aimed it at the stranger.

Lance glanced at the fat pig-like man in front of him faintly, raised his hand and threw out a bullet, hitting the hand he held the gun in, and directly smashed it.

The bullet was picked up by Lance after beating those people on the construction site, but he didn't expect it to work.

"Aaaaa

Seeing the fat pig-like man injured, Jack was stunned, Lance's speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react. Another tall thin man who was still preparing to play the round was also frightened by Lance's sudden appearance, and his feet couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Bang!"

"Snap your fingers!" Another bullet flew out and hit the tall thin man's arm with precision, blood splattered out, and the man let out a miserable cry.

Jack, who became a traitor, was blank in his mind at this time, looking at Lance with a murderous face, his lips kept trembling, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Lance's body exuded a palpitating momentum, which made him dare not speak.

"Lead the way!" Lance's icy voice sounded.

"Oh... Oh...... I...... This leads the way! Jack stammered in reply, looking relentless and led Lance inside.

"Jack! You traitor! The fat man lay on the ground and roared.

At this moment, people who heard the noise outside poured out of the house, and when they heard this sentence just out, they immediately turned their eyes to Jack.

"It's not... It's not my fault! Jack's face was pale, his mouth was slightly open, he wanted to explain but didn't know how to say it, he only felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"You bastard, I raised you for twenty years! He betrayed me! Shoot! Shoot! In the center of the crowd, the bearded man who should be the leader was furious, and he couldn't wait to crush this traitor to pieces.

And Lance below looked at the angry thugs with cold eyes.

"Are you all dead? Shoot me! Burst his head! The gangster boss roared, angrily slapped the person next to him.

Under the pressure of the leader, even if some people are no longer willing to kill their own people, they have no choice but to shoot and attack at this moment.