Chapter 7: It's dead

The black young man heard that his smile was more intense, his mouth widened, and his back molars were exposed: "It's great, some of us are going to the bar, but don't know the time, if you can tell us, we will take you with , By the way, please have a drink. "
"Coincidentally, I was thinking of a drink."
Russell opened the door with a smile, and meditated on the use of ‘item card: M9’, so when the car was opened, the young black man was pushed back by the pistol against his head.
The rest of the little punks saw that something was bad, and they turned to run away, but before they took two steps, they heard Russell screaming hard.
"Whoever runs the fastest, I will shoot anyone!"
The babies stopped helplessly, you look at me, I look at you, and finally they put the hands against the wall with great experience and stood in a row. At Great American, this is the basic skill needed to survive, and it is not surprising.
"Brother, we have no malicious intentions. We really just want to ask the time. Can you move the gun away?" The young black people want to cry without tears. Their purpose is very simple. They want to borrow a car for use. Tap pocket money.
"Sorry, you are not malicious, but I have it!" Russell's face still smiled: "Put everything out of your pocket. There is only one chance for each person. If I find something hidden, I might be angry. , The pistol went out. "
The puppets were screaming unlucky, dejected like fate, and took out change, dagger, driver's license and other things from their pockets. After Russell bombarded them, they picked and picked on the ground. The maximum denomination of a pile of change was $ 20, and the coins were thrown away for a total of $ 80.
"Not even a credit card ..."
Russell sighed, and then picked up a folding knife. The unexpected joy was to turn to an Asian driver's license. It looks like a small face, and it should be a college student who is often bullied by these gangsters.
Russell was so relieved that he used his driver ’s license for his own use. From the perspective of Lao Mei, the yellow people ’s facial features are poorly recognized, basically a face. Put Dong X Damu and Shuangjielun who sang Zhou to make sure they don't recognize it.
Uh ...
Bar!
It was eight o'clock in the evening at this time. Russell spent $ 10 to settle dinner with Grandpa KFC. To be honest, the set meal was so much that he didn't finish it.
晚餐 After getting dinner, Russell came to this bar across two streets. With the staff's speechless gaze, he dropped a tip of $ 10 and ordered a glass of ice water.
音乐 The music in the bar is very soft. Many people call friends here after work. Russell finds a corner and waits for the cross.
He didn't worry that the cross couldn't find himself, the top killer, it was easy to locate him as a rookie.
After a minute and a second passed, Russell drank two glasses of ice water, but his face remained calm. He showed calmness and calmness, showing no haste and impatientness. He knew that the cross must peep at himself secretly, so he needed to create a masterly style to facilitate the next meeting.
These are small tips in negotiation. They are simple and practical, and you can easily take the initiative.
"Ding Bells ~~~ Ding Bells ~~~"
The ringtone of the cell phone rang, Russell looked at the number above, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealed a calm smile, and put it in his ear after connecting.
The voice of the cross was still low, husky and magnetic, and he said coldly, "Damn, I didn't find you for two hours. Where did you hide?"
Russell: "..."
Uh ...
Twenty minutes later, the crucifix cross came to the bar at the address given by Russell. The two grandfathers each held a glass of ice water and were speechless.
Cross: "..."
Russell: "..."
The appearance of the crucifix was the same as his voice, and the dregs of the scum was slightly decadent. He was wearing a gray denim jacket and could not see anything special. But such a melancholic middle-aged uncle is the world's top killer, and no one can escape his assassination.
The cross was embarrassing. Previously, he had vowed to find Russell, but only found the empty pickup truck. If Russell did not report the bar address, he is still messing about in the street.
Soon after, the cross cast aside this embarrassment. He was the top killer, his face ... cough, strong mental quality, replaced the smiley face when his old friend met, and actively talked with Russell.
"This should be our first formal meeting. Introduce yourself. I am a cross. You can call me that."
"Russell!"
Cross frowned, "Russell, this name sounds like basketball, the Celtics supercenter."
"You mean Lord of the Rings? I thought you would say that ninja turtle!"
The cross puzzled: "Ninja Turtle ... Who is that?"
Russell is dumb, the world he belongs to is the movie world named [Assassin's League / Wanted Order], and the timeline at the moment is from the beginning of 2000. The ninja turtles in this world are still a hairy kid, and they haven't brushed up the triple double MVP. It is estimated that no one knows who it is.
Russell once again thanked him for his proficiency in English. Otherwise, with his English level of ‘because he ’s blown to death, struck his ass, run to death, and died in vain’, he will never be able to answer the cross.
The two talked awkwardly for a while, and the cross brought the topic to the topic: "I saw your battle on the top floor. It was wonderful. Ordinary people can't do it like you ... you are talented!"
Russell took the words: "What talent?"
"Talent to become a top killer!"
Russell: "..."
"Are you very confused, why do bullets turn, and why are humans physically strong enough to cross the building?" Seeing Russell not talking, Cross continued.
Because of screenwriter and director!
Russell gave the answer in his heart, but with a look of doubt on his face: "Why?"
The cross smiled slightly, and the fish hooked.
"It's a skill. You can do it with the rigorous training that develops the inherent potential of humanity."
Russell pretended to think, and frowned: "It sounds easy, but I have never seen such a person before, um, I have never heard of it!"
"It's right that I haven't heard of it. Even a genius will need 10 years to make a bullet turn, and 20 years to master that skill at will."
Russell spread his hand: "Twenty years ... This is really an exaggerated number. It will definitely not work for me. I can't hold it that long."
Cross laughed twice ~ EbookFREE.me ~ with a meaningful smile: "No, genius takes 20 years, and you are different, you are a natural killer!"
Russell: "..."
哪 Which of your eyes can see me as a natural killer? Dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not I elbow you!
The cross took a sip of ice water and explained, "When on the top floor, when you were most at risk, did you feel that you had entered a very wonderful situation? The heartbeat accelerated madly, and the air flow was clear. In your eyes, the opponent is acting in slow motion ... You don't have to deny it. I can see it clearly. At the last moment you did it. "
Russell: "..."
大概 You probably misunderstood something.
The cross lowered the ice water and lowered its voice: "Your heartbeat exceeds 400 times per minute, so your blood is full of adrenaline. You can observe and react faster than ordinary people. This is an innate gift. There are only a few people in the world with this talent, and they are all top killers. Explain so, do you understand? "
Russell nodded. He roughly understood the meaning of the cross. The blood in the top killer's blood vessels was not adrenaline!
"If I'm not mistaken ..." Speaking of which, the cross paused, and Russell continued and said, "Your father or mother, one of them must be the top killer, and your talent comes from this."
Russell was speechless, his parents were indeed killers, but I'm sorry, their daily routine is playing mahjong and collecting rent, and they are not at the top.
"It looks like I guessed it!"
No, that's all your brain supplement!

【Bash Street Diary】
I'm so good. When I finish this book, I can save another one.