Video bloggers in American comics

There were dense footsteps outside.

Click!

The door to the safe was closed.

Zhang Ming was embarrassed for a while. He felt good about himself before. He felt that he was as fierce as a tiger in one operation, like a thief in a movie or TV show, coming and going without a trace.

As a result, he turned around and asked others to catch turtles in the urn and beat the dogs after closing the door.

Hmm...this word doesn't sound very nice.

Mr. T left and returned with the security team leader. About thirty people stood guard outside the safe with guns raised.

"Boss, what should I do?" the security captain asked.

The surveillance camera in the art collection room was blown up by Zhang Ming, and they were unable to observe what was going on inside. If that nasty thief jumped over the wall and wreaked havoc inside, it would be a loss of hundreds of millions of dollars.

Mr. T said coldly: "Open the safe, go in and search. Once you find the target, shoot and kill without considering the loss!"

"Kill him? We can capture him alive."

From the perspective of the security captain, with so many brothers and so many guns under his command, even if the thief turns into a fly, he will be shot down randomly.

Killing people, especially in a foreign country (they set out from Europe), will definitely cause a lot of trouble.

He had just heard that the New York City Police Chief was on the ship, and if someone was killed, he, as the security captain, would be the first to be held responsible.

"I said kill." Mr. T glanced at the security captain, "Don't make me say it a third time."

The cold eyes made the security captain swallow his saliva.

Okay, you are the overbearing president, I listen to you.

The security captain walked over and entered the password. His subordinates were on alert and the pistol safety was turned on.

The last digit of the password was entered, and the thick metal door slowly opened.

There was no one at the door.

"Go in and look for it."

The boss gave the order, and the security captain had no choice but to lead a group of brothers in.

The space of the collection room is not large, and you can basically see the bottom at a glance. It is originally a place to store some high-value artworks, and there is no need to design it too big.

The security captain carefully searched every corner. Suddenly he heard a click behind him. When he looked back, he saw that the door of the safe was closed!

"Open the door! What's happening outside!"

A group of security guards were beating on the metal door inside, and the metal wall thirty centimeters behind completely blocked their shouts.

When the safe door opened, Zhang Ming slipped out using the clipboard and wrapped it around the ceiling with a hook lock.

After the security captain led a group of people in, Zhang Ming jumped down and closed the door.

Bang bang bang!

There were five or six security guards outside, who kept shooting at Zhang Ming. The gunshots continued, but none of them could hit.

Zhang Ming put down his handbag and rushed towards the gun. He flashed into the center of the crowd twice and punched and kicked the security guards with three punches and two kicks, stunning the security guards with the surging electric current.

After picking up the handbag filled with artwork, Zhang Ming was about to leave when the harsh sound of grinding teeth sounded behind him.

"Why?"

Mr. T's voice almost came out from between his teeth, "Why don't you kill me?"

Does anyone else make such requests?

Zhang Ming looked at Mr. T in surprise.

This man, who always had a dead face, was grinding his teeth with all his strength, as if this was the only way he could express his emotions.

Zhang Ming pointed to the safe and said: "They are still locked in it, we can't keep them locked in it, right? What if we are suffocated to death? You are their boss, you should have the password to the safe, I will leave later.

Remember to let them all out."

Zhang Ming spoke candidly.

He was giving Mr. T a reminder. The older brother was a little angry and worried that he would only remember to chase Zhang Ming and forget about the person in the safe.

It would be too sinful to really suffocate more than twenty people to death inside.

As for killing Mr. T?

It seems to Zhang Ming that there is little point in killing him. The real owner of the ship is still hiding behind the scenes. After killing Mr. T, Mr. S and Mr. B will appear later. They are just puppets anyway.

And...this Mr. T is a bit naive.

It's better to keep this kind of opponent.

With the things involved now, including in vivo experiments and the Osborne Group, it is no longer a problem that Franklin and his three wild men can solve.

Zhang Ming plans to bring SHIELD in, and when he returns, he will find Moira to study the ingredients of the potion.

As an organization whose purpose is to protect mankind, no matter how serious the Hydra infiltration is, as long as they don't rise up and shout "Hey! Sea grab!", then they have to do their best to show off.

"Hypocrisy!" Mr. T cursed in a low voice at Zhang Mingyuan's retreating back.

Another soil bomb exploded, destroying the stairs from the first floor to the ship's deck. Zhang Ming slowly carried his handbag up to the deck and pressed the communicator.

"Preparing to evacuate, where are you?"

"On the right side of the cruise ship."

Zhang Ming walked to the cruise ship's fence, and there was a speedboat not far away with its lights flashing.

Shoot out the hook lock and wrap it around the speedboat.

Zhang Ming tied the other end to the cruise ship. Michael drove a little farther out, and the rope suddenly became straight.

In this way, Zhang Ming and the handbag can row directly across. With the weight of the speedboat and cruise ship, his weight will not affect the stability of the rope at all.

Although tonight's operation had some twists and turns, it was basically completed successfully. As for Mr. T's future revenge... let's wait until he survives SHIELD's inspection.

Zhang Ming tried the rope and made sure it was OK. He was about to leave when Gwen's voice came from behind.

"Jonathan?"

Gwen had just come out of the cabin. She looked at Zhang Ming happily. She had heard continuous explosions before, and this kind girl had been worried about Zhang Ming's safety.

She was about to come over, but Director George stopped her.

"Gwen, don't come near this man."

"dad?"

Director George stood in front of his daughter and stared at Zhang Ming.

He worked his way up from a low-level police officer to the police chief. Chief George has seen too many dangerous people in his life and has almost an instinctive sixth sense for such people.

Now this sixth sense was reminding him crazily that the thin and frail young man in front of him was more dangerous than any criminal he had ever seen.

Zhang Ming felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Director George and looked down at himself.

There is nothing abnormal, the zipper is not open, why is this uncle looking at him like he is a pervert?

Director George glanced at the handbag in Zhang Ming's hand, and through the gap in the opening, he could see what was inside.

He shouted a warning: "I am the Commissioner of the New York City Police Department, Jonathan, and I order you to put down the package in your hand and submit it to inspection."

"What if I say no?" Zhang Ming asked curiously.

Director George put his hand into his arms, and then... took out a fork for eating.

Zhang Ming said helplessly: "You don't have to do this. The owner of this ship is not a law-abiding citizen, and you are not on official business now. Even if you really catch me, no one will thank you."

Chief George said righteously: "I am a police officer, and this is my responsibility."

"Even so?"

Zhang Ming opened his suit jacket, revealing a dark pistol that he had just snatched from the security guard.

Director George's hand tightened on the fork. He felt like a fool.

But doesn’t the police profession require a bit of a fool’s spirit to persevere in the face of difficulties and dangers?

Otherwise, if all the police officers run away, who can protect the citizens?

"Gwen, Dio, please step back." Director George said in a deep voice.

"dad!"

Gwen didn't understand why things had developed to this point, and Dio on the side was completely dumbfounded.

Are you Americans so rough?

Half an hour ago, we were still holding hands and being good friends.

Half an hour later, when we met, I was holding a knife and you were holding a gun, fighting to the death.

Dior glanced at the watch on Zhang Ming's wrist.

Besides, you are so rich, why are you still doing such illegal things?

At this moment, Dior wanted to go back to England and his family's castle. Although it was gloomy and very cold and wet in winter, he still wanted to go home.

Americans are so crazy.

Zhang Ming smiled and pulled out his gun.

Director George's muscles tensed up, and the night wind blew over his face, making it particularly cold.

He was ready to pounce at any time.

However, Zhang Ming's actions stunned Director George.

He squatted down, put the gun on the ground, and pushed it over.

"You are a police chief after all. Get a gun and say what you just said."

Director George didn't understand what kind of medicine Zhang Ming was selling in his gourd, but his body was faster than his mind. He quickly picked up the gun, then half-crouched and took aim.

Zhang Ming has disappeared.

"Where are the people?"

Dio stuttered and said, "He...just jumped down."

A group of people came rushing behind, including the security guards who had just climbed up. Mr. T was walking at the front. He grabbed the railing and stared at the speedboat as it went away.

Zhang Ming seemed to be still smiling and waving at him.

Chief George walked over: "I am the New York Police Commissioner. Do you need to call the police? It seems that a young man just made a lot of trouble."

"No, it's just a minor problem, so I won't bother the police." Mr. T said coldly. He turned around and returned to the cabin, without even looking at Director George from beginning to end.

Looking at Mr. T's disappearing back, Director George remembered what Zhang Ming had just said.

"...Even if you really catch me, no one will thank you."

A gust of night wind blew by, and Director George felt a chill on his back.

His back was already covered with cold sweat.