Video bloggers in American comics

“Report the situation.”

"One team is in place."

On the roof of the apartment building, four men in black combat uniforms responded, fixing the rope to the roof, tied the other end with a pulley device to the waist, stepping on the edge of the roof, ready to move at any time.

"Where is the second team?"

Five people wearing the same clothes walked through the fire passage of the apartment. They carefully stepped on the carpet between the corridors. At the end of the corridor was Zhang Ming's apartment, whispering: "The second team is in place."

Andy lay on the top floor of the office building opposite, holding a sniper rifle. The unique cold touch of the gun touched his cheeks, helping him stay awake and calm.

As Obadaiya's most trusted bodyguard, Andy has always been a pessimist. He will think about problems from the worst angle. No matter what he does, he will make 25% preparations, which allows him to complete the task perfectly every time.

When dealing with Zhang Ming alone, in the case of a surprise attack, Andy still arranged a team of ten people, attacking from the window and the main entrance respectively. He stood on a high place. Once Zhang Ming was really lucky enough to get out of trouble, he could intercept the situation at the first time.

"The last check of equipment, take action in twenty seconds."

The team members quietly checked their equipment. They were equipped with anesthesia guns and pistols with conventional ammunition. Once they found that Zhang Ming had strong resistance and could not complete the arrest mission, they would be shot dead on the spot.

As time came, members of the first team quickly slid down through the ropes, and one person walked out of the second team and stuck a miniature blasting bullet to the door lock...

Hurry!

The glass in the bedroom was the first to shatter. Four armed personnel unbuttoned the ropes on their waists and rushed towards Zhang Ming who had just been awakened!

Zhang Ming reacted immediately. He pulled out the gun under the pillow. As soon as he raised his hand, he was pressed tightly by one person. Another person rushed up, and the muzzle was pressed against his thigh. A stinging pain came. Zhang Ming saw that it was a needle.

Anesthesia gun!

As soon as the word appeared in the brain, a huge wave of dizziness appeared, and Zhang Ming quickly started editing.

Going back to five seconds ago, Zhang Ming opened his eyes, picked up the pistol under the pillow, and pointed the muzzle at the window.

As soon as he finished this action, the window was kicked to pieces again. Four men in black, who seemed to be blending into the darkness, broke in!

Zhang Ming pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine without hesitation!

The attackers did not expect Zhang Ming to prepare in advance, and were caught off guard and were shot one after another. With a scream, they pounced on the ground and groaned in pain.

They were not dead. The heavy bulletproof vest saved their lives. Only one unlucky guy was penetrated by a bullet and could not stand up for a while. The other three hid at the edge of the bed, picked up their guns and started firing.

Zhang Mingfu lowered his body, rolled out and left the bedroom.

As soon as he walked to the living room, he heard a slight explosion. A burst of smoke floated from the main entrance. Through the smoke, the five people rushed in quickly.

They have excellent tactical qualities. The three men in the front scanned their guns and moved forward quickly. The two men in the back were half-squatted on the ground, ready to provide fire support to their teammates at any time.

Zhang Ming hid beside the wall and observed with a third-view camera.

There are four people in the bedroom and five people in the living room. This apartment is not big. At most, the other party can find Zhang Ming in one or two seconds, and attack him from front to back, surrounding him.

"Is it meaningful to still have a face covering?"

Zhang Ming couldn't help but complain that he had only been in Marvel World for a few days and had only been provoked by three groups of people.

The fat white gangster in Hell's Kitchen, the terrorists of the Ten Rings Gang and Obadaiya.

The first one is the poor, and they don’t have the courage. The second one is... Haha, if they dare to set foot on the land of America, capitalist sugar-coated shells will teach them to be human.

The only one who has the ability to organize a group of well-equipped and well-trained militants to conduct raids is the bald big brother, Obadaiya, who worked hard for the prosperity and revival of Stark's industry.

Zhang Ming glanced at the backstage of the Bee Station system and there were thirteen barrages.

“Enough.”

Squatting in the corner, he observed secretly through the third-view camera, calling for the barrage function in his heart, and a green cross cursor suddenly appeared in the center of his sight. The cursor moved with Zhang Ming's sight and automatically locked the five attackers in the living room.

"Barrel launch!"

The air behind Zhang Ming fluctuated like a tide. With Zhang Ming's instructions, five white lights shot out from behind, drew an arc and hit the bodies of the five attackers.

Ordinary barrage has the power of a rifle. Even if you wear a bulletproof vest, under the strong impact, the five people are like broken sacks, duang~duang~ hit the wall and fainted.

After using the same method to solve the four people in the bedroom, Zhang Ming turned on the light and dragged all nine people to the living room, tied them one by one, arranged them neatly in a row, and then poured them on cold water to wake them up.

"Who sent you here?"

The nine people, except for the guy who was shot in the crotch, were still humming, and the rest showed tough expressions and silently told their professional ethics.

"Do you have any other accomplices?"

Zhang Ming asked again, but no one answered.

He didn't care either. He walked to the most vicious man, took out a gun, and shot it into the knee of the vicious man with a bang.

"Ah! Farke!" The vicious man screamed.

"Since someone spoke, this is a good sign." Zhang Ming said, "I know who sent you, Obadaiah, one of you woke up before the others, and he had told me everything he should say."

Zhang Ming moved a chair, sat opposite them, and continued to fool him: "But I don't believe him very much, so I can only verify it with others."

"Every time I ask a question, whoever tells me the answer, I will let him go and the people on both sides of him. You are exactly nine of them. You only have three questions and you can go together. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

"You can also continue to be tough guys, but every time, I will randomly pick a guy who doesn't like him and break his knees. Think about it, after his knees are broken, can you continue to do your current job? It's impossible. At most, you can find a supermarket to be a security guard, and then complain to your family and friends every day. I turned out to be a warrior, until I was shot in the knee. Do you think anyone would sympathize with you?"

Zhang Ming's words were heartbreaking, and the nine men looked at each other and showed a little hesitation.

"It's still the question just now. Do you have any other accomplices?"

Zhang Ming walked to a bearded man, forced his legs to straighten, and pointed his muzzle at his knees.

"Yes! Don't shoot, we have one more person."

Zhang Ming looked at the bearded man with a smile: "It seems that there is a smart man among us." He said, shooting and smashing the knee of the tall and thin man on the left side of the bearded man.

"What are you doing!" the tall and thin man shouted in pain.

"When I asked him, wouldn't you answer quickly?" Zhang Ming shouted, turned around, smiled and patted the bearded man's shoulder and said, "Congratulations, you three can leave later."

Zhang Ming's actions completely caused the nine men to collapse.

This is just a mental illness. They have been tortured and forced to confess in this business, but they have traces to follow, and every fist they get has a purpose.

"The second question, where is he?"

With the first one to open his mouth, it became much easier this time. A man with triangle eyes immediately said: "Our captain is on the roof opposite."

Zhang Ming nodded and suddenly raised his gun and broke the knee of Triangular Eye.

"You're lying."

He said as he pointed the gun at the bald man next to the triangle eye. The bald man immediately said: "The captain is really on the roof. I swear to God! At least before we set out, he is on the roof."

"real?"

"real!"

"Okay, then I believe in you."

“…”

The eight people looked at the triangular eyes screaming in pain on the ground and fell into deep silence. If they had not been tied up, they would have pressed the hateful Asian boy in front of them to the ground.

“The last question.”

Zhang Ming squatted on the ground and looked at a man with scars on his face on the edge. "How do you contact your captain?"

Andy's arms were numb on the rooftop. Several of his friends had been in for a while, but they didn't react at all, and the communicator didn't respond.

They were Andy's old comrades-in-arms in the past and were once masters in the army. Was that Zhang Ming so difficult?

Andy was almost touching the scope, but Zhang Ming's curtains were tightly pulled, without any crack. Just as Andy was thinking about rushing in with a gun on his own, a buzzing sound came from the communication equipment.

"Hey hey hey? Can you hear it? Hey... I knew I wouldn't splash water just now, why didn't it work very well..."

The sound was intermittent, and there was still a familiar voice of Andy, who was whispering to remind him how to use it.

"Who are you!" Andy shouted at the communicator for fear of his teammate's safety.

The communicator calmed down, and Andy gasped slightly, and only after a few seconds did Zhang Ming's voice come again.

"You are very interesting. You sent nine strong men to attack me at night in the middle of the night. Now I'm asking who I am?"

"What's wrong with you?" Andy asked.

"Everyone is still alive, but it's 2:17 am now, and you have three minutes. If you can't show up in my apartment within three minutes, I can't guarantee their lives."

After saying that, Zhang Ming completely interrupted the communication. No matter how Andy shouted, he didn't respond. It was related to the life of his old comrades. Andy didn't even have time to clean up his sniper rifle and rushed to the stairs.

Zhang Ming hung up the communication and took a deep breath

Cool.

No wonder the villain likes to threaten people so much. The pleasure of making others angry but not daring to speak is really unforgettable.

Zhang Ming opened the refrigerator, took out a box of iced milk, inserted it into a straw and drank it in a small sip. Several unlucky guys whose knees were broken collapsed to the ground, and blood soaked the carpet.

Zhang Ming didn't want blood on his feet, so he jumped onto the dining table, sat cross-legged, waiting for Andy's arrival.

Three minutes later, Andy pushed open the door and walked in.

"You are late in three minutes and forty-one seconds." Zhang Ming said.

"Impossible! I counted the time, it only took two minutes!" Andy took out a stopwatch from his arms.

"Well……"

Zhang Ming wanted to imitate the villain in the movie, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him was really counting on time.

"Anyway, they are still alive for the time being. But whether they can live next depends on you."

Faced with Zhang Ming's threat, Andy asked: "What do you want to do?"

Zhang Ming looked at Andy, who was upright and arrogant across the street, and couldn't tell whether he was the victim tonight.

He walked to the window, "My request is very simple, don't mess with me, at least before 'that day' arrives." Zhang Ming raised his hand, shot Andy in the arm, and then jumped out of the window.

"Of course, you can try again, but next time, people will really die."

Andy came to the window with pain and disappeared again, exactly the same as last time.