Video bloggers in American comics

Under the night, an old van was driving leisurely on the streets of New York.

Trevor sang old songs from the 1970s loudly. Michael didn't want to join in at first, but after being coaxed by Trevor for a few words, he started singing along.

Franklin complained that the two of them were old people, but he couldn't help humming the tune.

Zhang Ming tapped his fingers lightly on the car door to accompany them.

"When you finish this job, put these things away." Michael patted the handbag. The heavy weight made the men present feel extremely satisfied.

Michael breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "If we sell them all, we will really have enough food and clothing in the next life, and we can give up this dangerous business. Zhang Ming, how do you put it in the words of your Chinese country?"

Wash your hands in a basin made of gold? In the remaining time, I want to spend more time with my family."

The smile on Zhang Ming's face froze.

Brother, after a successful night, do you have to set a flag here at the booth where you are dividing your luggage when you go home?

"How about we change the topic..."

Halfway through Zhang Ming's words, Trevor pinched his throat and said, "Oh, it's so touching. I'm almost in my mother's arms." The sharp voice completely drowned out Zhang Ming's words.

"Get out!"

Michael raised his middle finger.

Franklin asked Trevor: "Old Cui, what about you?"

Trevor said fiercely: "I'm going to crush that damn FBI's balls first, and then make mine bigger."

"I'm serious."

"Seriously……"

Trevor touched his head. His life motto is to enjoy the present. He feels that he is still young and has not reached the age where he can see the end at a glance. Retirement plans are still a bit far away for him.

After thinking for a long time, Trevor finally said: "Buy... buy a car, bring enough guns, and then travel around the country. When you get tired of shopping, come back and crush the damn FBI's balls.

Let's come together and get rid of all the anger we've suffered. I don't believe that so many people can't deal with him!"

"Guys, why don't we talk about something else..." Zhang Ming tried to change the topic again.

"It's my turn, right?"

Several people were excited. Franklin continued what Trevor said:

"My dream is very simple, buy a villa, buy a good car, and finally find a good girl to get married. As you know, I am a black man living in the worst slums in New York. Many of my friends have been smoking drugs and committing crimes all their lives.

I don't want to be in jail."

Franklin turned a corner and glanced at Zhang Ming through the rearview mirror.

"We've all said it, what about you? Zhang Ming, you don't seem to be interested in money. What do you want?"

The three men looked over, and Zhang Ming looked at the three of them speechless for a while.

"After I finish this job, I will wash my hands in a golden basin."

"I don't believe that there are so many people and they can't kill him."

"After this battle, we will get married in our hometown."

Three consecutive bombshells in the flag world hit his head. Zhang Ming said:

The other party didn't want to talk and even wanted to jump out of the car and run away.

Thinking of jumping out of the car, Zhang Ming subconsciously glanced at the window and saw a man in black standing in the corner at the intersection of the alley.

The man is tall, muscular but not bloated, with three-dimensional facial features and a cold expression. He is an out-and-out handsome guy.

model?

No, why would a model be standing on the roadside in the middle of the night?

Zhang Ming suddenly became alert!

Could it be...

duck?

This familiar yet unfamiliar profession evoked Zhang Ming’s memories. He almost entered this industry back then. If it weren’t for his editing ability, Zhang Ming would not be “bringing the system into Marvel” now, but “making a fool of himself”.

"Xiaoshenglang - wandering in another world".

Zhang Ming's thoughts gradually went astray, and he suddenly noticed the cold man's eyes looking at him. His eyes were filled with the feeling that he must be you...

A burst of coldness surrounded Zhang Ming, but before he could urge Franklin to drive quickly, he saw the cold man picking up something black, thick, and hard.

Carrying it on the shoulders.

Damn it!

"RPG!" Zhang Ming yelled.

The rocket traced a red trajectory in mid-air, flying straight towards the van!

Franklin turned the steering wheel hard!

But it was too late. This was just a van used for camouflage. No matter how good your driving skills were, there was no way to turn it into a sports car that could accelerate and dodge rockets in an instant.

Zhang Ming kicked the car door open, waved his right hand, the cross cursor in his sight locked on the rocket, and fifty barrages were fired at the same time!

Rockets and barrages exploded in mid-air, and a ball of hot wind blew on Zhang Ming's face, messing up his hair.

Zhang Ming stared at the cold man, who was also looking at him, with the words "I have to do it to you" in his eyes.

You have to, that is, anyone can live, but I have to kill you.

Zhang Ming understood the cold man's eyes.

The electric current generated by love flows through the body, and Zhang Ming's heart beats faster. There are three parts fear, six parts excitement and one part... helplessness.

There are so many famous people.

It’s just that the most common video bloggers are criticized online.

Zhang Ming was so powerful now that black fans came to the door with guns in hand.

The cold man seemed to have guessed that the missile was useless against Zhang Ming. After launching it, he threw the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher on the ground and grabbed the grenade by his leg.

Click!

The grenade was loaded, and then with a dull sound of firing, the grenades flew over one after another.

At the same time, five or six well-equipped men in black walked out of the roadside. Each of them had a gun in his hand and was spraying bullets wildly.

Franklin turned the steering wheel to avoid the shooting as much as possible, and Zhang Ming fired a barrage, exploding the grenade in mid-air.

Michael and Trevor lowered their bodies and fired back, bullets piercing the van and whizzing past their heads.

"Who are these crazy people!" Franklin asked loudly.

Wasn't it summoned by your flag?

Zhang Ming resisted the idea of ​​fighting back directly. Since the crisis was approaching, it was better not to fight internally for now.

Michael glanced at the attackers through the gap: "They look like a group of ruthless characters."

"Ha! A ruthless character!" Trevor picked up the gun and replaced it with a new magazine: "I'll show him what true ruthlessness means."

Before Trevor's beeper was installed, he heard the front tire exploding with a bang!

Franklin relied on his superb driving skills to barely avoid overturning.

The car was forced to stop. Zhang Ming jumped out of the car, glanced at the road, and gave up the idea of ​​using editing.

The other party laid a row of nails on the ground every five meters. If Zhang Ming wanted to drive off this road, he had to use multiple cuts in a row.

We don’t know yet whether there are other traps later, and Zhang Ming doesn’t intend to waste editing times like this.

Since the other party wants to keep them...

Then leave the hard anus!

As soon as the car stopped, the cold man walked at the front, and the gunfire never stopped for a moment. The six people relied on their excellent tactical skills to create a fire suppression like an army.

The van was beaten into a sieve and was on the verge of exploding.

The gunfire stopped.

The cold man walked to a stop two or three meters away from the van. He stretched out his hand, and his subordinates tacitly handed him a grenade.

Throughout the entire process, from the initial attack to the current fire suppression, no one said a word. They were like a group of evil spirits harvesting souls.

The man pulled out the safety lock of the grenade, waited for half a second, and rolled over from the ground.

The subordinates were waiting with guns in hand. If Zhang Ming and the others did not want to be killed by grenades, they had to jump out of the cover of the vehicle, and then...

He was shot to death randomly.

The hands of the men in black were very steady, and it was obvious that this was not their first time doing this kind of work.

Killing, they are professionals.

The cold man was also waiting. Suddenly he sensed the threat of death, turned around almost under the control of his sixth sense, and raised his gun behind his back!

The grenade he just threw flew behind their heads at some point. Without any time to think or hesitate, the cold man fired quickly!

There was a loud explosion.

The grenade exploded, and the man in black's team was disrupted by the shock wave.

An unlucky guy was stabbed directly into the neck by a fragment of a ejected grenade, and lost his life instantly.

Zhang Ming seized the time and jumped out from the back of the van.

Four hundred rounds of barrages were fired at the same time!

White light fell from the sky, covering the entire road, like the most violent storm in the ocean, beating the enemy crazily!

"Did it, is it done?" Michael asked.

After being washed with barrage, the asphalt road cracked into pieces, mixed with the blood of the man in black, and turned into a disgusting paste.

The only one still standing was the cold man.

He held a curled-edged dagger in his hand. Just now he relied on this dagger to block most of the barrages. If he couldn't stop them, he would use his body to block them.

The black shock-absorbing jacket worn by the cold man was made of an unknown material. The barrage crackled on it, but it was impossible to penetrate it.

He picked up a rifle from the ground, fired and rushed towards Zhang Ming.

One man and a gun suppressed Franklin and Michael who wanted to support them, unable to raise their heads.

Trevor was so angry that when he saw the culprit approaching, he loaded the shotgun with a click and pointed it at the man's face.

Different from Zhang Ming's cheating method of using editing, the man used real predictions. The moment Trevor pulled the trigger, he lowered his body, dropped the empty rifle in his hand, punched Trevor in the stomach, and quickly shot him.

The shotgun, with the muzzle reversed, was aimed at Trevor's head!

A silver-white metal wire was wrapped around the gun, and electric current surged out. The man seemed to know Zhang Ming's ability well. He immediately let go of his hand, grabbed Trevor's neck with his right hand and pressed it on the gun.

"Ah~~~~"

Trevor was trembling all over because of the electric shock. The man stepped on his body and jumped up, pulling out the spurs on his calves in mid-air.

Zhang Ming stood one step away and pulled out the short knife from his ribs with his right hand.