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Wearing a black helmet, the whole world seemed to be in cold colors. The buzzing roar of motorcycles echoed in his ears, and he was surrounded by vehicles that kept flashing by.

In Zhang Ming's previous life, the fastest means of transportation was a battery-powered scooter, but now he relied on the clip to stay alive. He turned the accelerator to the bottom, lowered his body, and traveled through the bustling streets of New York like a gust of wind.

The sound of gunshots was getting closer and closer, which meant that Zhang Ming was about to arrive at the center of the chaos.

The front of the car suddenly turned around, making a harsh friction sound between the wheels and the ground, and entered another street without slowing down.

Finally found!

At the end of the street, a dusty Ford sedan was swerving left and right. Through the shattered rear window, Agent Coulson could be seen driving the car nervously, with Pepper sitting in the passenger seat.

, holding his head and screaming.

There were two cars behind and to the right of Colson. The person in the passenger seat stuck his head out of the window and fired wildly at Colson, while the driver kept hitting them, trying to force them to stop.

Coulson relied on his excellent driving skills to support himself hard.

Suddenly, the jeep on the right slammed into me!

Coulson turned the steering wheel sharply, following the force of the collision, and completed a 180-degree drift in a small space, with the front of the car facing the pursuer behind him.

Then Coulson hit the brakes!

The two cars collided, and the hood of Colson's car flew off. The man who was sitting in the passenger seat and fired the gun flew out of the window due to the huge inertia because he was not wearing a seat belt, and hit the car beside him.

He passed out on the trash can.

Colson quickly drew his gun and shot the driver twice, killing the driver.

But this driver dared to chase him with a gun on the streets of New York in broad daylight. He was an out-and-out gangster. After taking two bullets, he just raised his hand and shot him back before he died.

"Damn it!"

Agent Coulson finally couldn't help but swore. He covered his shoulders and red blood flowed out.

After paying the price of an arm, Coulson tackled a car, but another car was about to hit him. He stepped on the accelerator hard to avoid the impact.

But no matter how Colson stepped on the accelerator, the car just didn't respond. The engine made a mournful sound and then emitted a plume of smoke.

After a series of pursuits, this old Ford sedan finally lost its mobility and slumped on the road, turning into a piece of scrap metal.

The two killers collided with each other with grins. Coulson fired again, using this method to make a final struggle. The bullet penetrated the glass but missed.

Pepper closed her eyes and waited for death to come.

Coulson fired the gun in vain. At this moment, he saw a small square box flying over and sliding into the bottom of the opponent's large jeep before it hit it.

Boom!

The impact of the explosion overturned the opponent's jeep!

It spun half a circle like a top, narrowly missed Colson's head, and hit the wall with a bang.

Looking at the two pools of blood on the front of the car, the two killers must have died.

"You guys look terrible." Zhang Ming took off his helmet.

"This is the third group of attackers." Agent Coulson used first aid spray to stop the bleeding on his shoulder. "Are they crazy? This is New York."

"It's Obadiah, it must be him. The contents of this USB flash drive are too important to him. He can't let me go."

Pepper tried to calm down, and she said to Zhang Ming: "You are the only one among the three of us who is not injured. Zhang Ming, take this USB flash drive and go to Tony immediately. I just called him several times, but I couldn't get through.

He is in danger now."

"You are in danger now." Zhang Ming did not pick up the USB flash drive.

Whether it was for system rewards or machismo, he could not leave Pepper at this time.

Zhang Ming comforted him and said: "Obadiah spent a lot of money to buy your life. Now the underground forces in New York are moving. I will not go anywhere before confirming your safety. Don't worry, Tony still has his

Steel suit, he didn't die in that cave, and it's even less likely that anything would happen to him in New York."

Pepper stopped talking and covered her mouth to restrain her fear and sadness.

A bullet flew from a distance and penetrated Zhang Ming's motorcycle. He looked in the direction of the bullet and vaguely saw a figure on the roof of the building a few hundred meters away.

"Sniper!"

Zhang Ming pressed Pepper's body and hid in the blind spot of the shooting.

boom!

Another bullet came from another angle and almost penetrated Zhang Ming's calf.

More than one sniper!

Coulson pointed to the subway entrance, wanting to avoid the snipers from high places. This was the easiest way.

Zhang Ming nodded, and the three of them moved forward carefully relying on the bunker. The other party fired three or four more shots in the middle. Fortunately, the goddess of luck was on Zhang Ming's side. In addition to the splash of gravel that scratched Coulson's forehead, the bullets

No substantial damage was caused.

After entering the subway, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. It was not a good feeling to be targeted by a sniper.

If a sniper rifle bullet directly hits the head, it may cause brain death in an instant. Zhang Ming doesn't know if there is still a chance to use editing in this case. Zhang Ming doesn't want to try such a life-threatening thing.

"My colleagues are on their way and we will be safe soon," Colson said.

Zhang Ming asked: "How long do they have left?"

Coulson estimated the distance: "Fifteen minutes."

"We may not be able to wait until then." Zhang Ming pointed at a group of strong men in black, who were pushing away the crowd and running over aggressively.

The temptation of ten million US dollars has driven New York's underground forces into madness. Even if they rob a bank, it is impossible to make so much money.

Almost immediately after hearing the news, the famous gang leader and killer in New York targeted them.

These people running over now belong to the largest gang in New York, and their top boss is none other than the famous Wilson Grant Fisk, also known as Kingpin!

The largest gang leader in New York and even the United States.

This level of action was not a signal from Jin Bin. A mere US$10 million would not have attracted the attention of the underground power emperor. This was just an action spontaneously organized by the little bosses below.

But members who can be recognized and recruited by Kingpin are naturally more difficult and terrifying than ordinary underworld.

The ferocious strong man on the 70th and 80th came over, and the pedestrians on the subway all gave way. Zhang Minggang was about to shoot, but at that moment the subway door opened, and a bunch of people came crashing down. They used ordinary people as human shields, grinning ferociously.

Approach quickly.

Zhang Ming glanced at the entrance of the subway station. There were still a steady stream of gangsters running in and joining them. He said: "We are getting on the subway. They are coming here all the time. We cannot be blocked here by them."

The three people who got off the train got on the subway, and the gangsters also got on the train at the same time. Zhang Ming and the others walked towards the back of the train, and the gangsters were also chasing them. Finally, they arrived at the last carriage. The ordinary passengers who were still on the train had already been frightened.

After getting off the train, after a few short sirens, the subway closed the door and restarted.

The whole carriage was crowded with people, and there were about fifty or sixty people on the opposite side, holding weapons in their hands.

"Hand over the woman and a USB flash drive, and you two can get off at the next stop."

"You're fighting the government!" Colson shouted.

"Old man, do you think you are afraid? What are you afraid of? Death?"

After the leading man finished speaking, his companions burst into laughter, "We are from Hell's Kitchen! We are afraid of having no money, of being looked down upon, and of our brothers being bullied, but we are not afraid of death! We don't care about death, but I don't know that you don't care."

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The gangsters laughed wantonly again.

Just as Coulson was about to continue talking, the little boss interrupted him and issued an ultimatum: "Shut up! Hand over that woman, we will chop her up, and it will be over."

Coulson was speaking in a low voice and quickly to the communication device. SHIELD is a huge international agent organization. Coulson has been an agent for so many years. He has seen no matter how big the scene is. He is actively thinking about it.

Find a way.

But no amount of methods can solve the urgent need.

Zhang Ming walked in front of Pepper and Coulson and blocked the gangsters' sight for them.

"Next stop, as long as the next stop, my people will be here!" Colson whispered.

The distance of one station is about three to four minutes, but the opponent is about to pounce, so there are still three or four minutes left.

"Small TV, how many editing and barrage do I have?" Zhang Ming asked in the conscious space.

"If the host maintains the status quo and does not engage in activities that consume too much physical energy, there will be 13 edits left and 27 barrages left."

Because he was on the subway, it was impossible for Zhang Ming to use bombs. The role of firearms in such a small space was equally pitiful.

Coulson is a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and his combat power is naturally much stronger than ordinary people. However, after all, he is old and suffered a gunshot wound. Zhang Ming does not want him to participate in the war.

Zhang Ming held a gun in his right hand, pulled out a short knife from his ribs with his left hand, and walked towards the gangsters.

Facing Zhang Ming, who was holding a gun and a knife, the gangsters did not show any fear, but became excited. Unlike the tall and fat duo, they were real gangsters. When they joined the organization, they were already

Become aware.

They put away their guns and drew their knives.

Clip!

Zhang Ming retains his last moment state and deletes the previous few seconds. In the eyes of others, Zhang Ming, who was two meters away, disappeared and appeared in front of their leader like a ghost!

boom!

Zhang Ming put the gun in the leader's face and pulled the trigger. Blood spattered on the face of a gangster behind him. At the same time, he raised his left hand from bottom to top, and the short knife pierced the jaw of a guy with tattoos on his face and penetrated the brain.

middle.

too fast!

From flashing up, to shooting, and swinging the knife almost at the same time, the two companions were killed instantly. Only then did they react, shouting and slashing at Zhang Ming with their weapons!

Zhang Ming raised his head, and saw more than a dozen knives about to strike him. The green cross cursor in his sight was locked on the foreheads of the thirteen people in front of him.

Barrage launch!

The air behind Zhang Ming fluctuated, and thirteen white lights flashed. The thirteen gangsters waving weapons in front of them suddenly stopped moving, and blood holes as thick as a thumb appeared on their foreheads!

The corpse was still swinging the knife according to its inertia, but it no longer had any strength. Zhang Ming grabbed one of the long knives, passed through the corpse and squeezed into the encirclement behind.

There was another overwhelming barrage of swords, guns and clubs, and the editing started. Zhang Ming flashed behind them, squatted down, and slashed horizontally with the blade. The two unlucky guys had their Achilles tendons cut off and fell to the ground. The blade got stuck on the bones of the third person, Zhang Ming.

Ming's strength was still too low and he couldn't pull it out after it got stuck. He simply dropped the knife and was about to shoot when the stick stretched out from the side knocked the gun out of his hand.

He activated the clip again, and before the stick came down, a barrage penetrated the opponent's chest.

The bullet was empty and Zhang Ming replaced it with a new magazine.

There was a pause, and a knife was slashed on the back. Zhang Ming endured the pain, changed the bullet, put the muzzle of the gun against the opponent's chest, and shot the opponent's heart three times in a row.

Editing and barrage were used alternately, and Zhang Ming's physical strength was declining rapidly.

The last bullet pierced one leg. When the opponent knelt down in pain, Zhang Ming grabbed the opponent's hair and hit the opponent's head with a hard knee.

After confirming that he was unconscious, Zhang Ming let go of his hand and threw the gangster to the ground.

"Is this the last one?" Zhang Mingjiao, who was covered in blood, looked at the trembling gang members and asked, "Are you still coming?"

They shook their heads.

Zhang Ming pointed to the corner and said, "If you don't want to fight, just squat there."

The gang members squatted in the corner, trembling with fear. Zhang Ming sat down on the subway seat, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming said: "Hey!"

"What, what?" the frightened gangster replied.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Several gangsters looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, a little man took out a chocolate from his pocket and carefully handed it to Zhang Ming under the push of his companions.

"Thank you." Zhang Ming opened the candy wrapper, put it into his mouth and chewed it, ignoring the smell of blood, to replenish his energy in this way.

"...Dear passengers, hello, we are about to arrive at station xx."

The subway door opened, and when the armed SHIELD agents rushed in with guns drawn, they saw injuries and corpses everywhere, gangsters squatting in the corner, a woman who fainted from fright, and their old colleague Cole

Sen.

And a man eating chocolate among the dead.