Chapter 1790: ? Shoot with confidence

Latest website: Needless to say, Wade actually has his own goals.
That was the small bag on Frank's shoulder, which contained Afu's drug money, which must be taken back.
The old lady is a black person or a blind person. It is a good thing to help her go out and buy things, right?
Sure enough, good people are not rewarded.
This punisher even grabs the pension of an old black and blind man. Does he have humanity? Is there still a law?
Wade raised the two guns in his hands and aimed at the punisher who shot at Hawkeye. His plan was to break the strap of the schoolbag with his precise marksmanship, and then picked up the money and ran away.
After all, the shoulder strap of the schoolbag is broken and it can still be used when I go home and sew it with stitches. But if the 100,000 dollars in the schoolbag is lost, when will I earn it back?
Especially now that he is carrying a ghost mission on his back, freedom seems to be far away.
He has the ability to kill people, but he didn't take on the task of these people. Killing was for nothing. It's better to save them when someone buys their lives in the future.
Anyway, these people in New York seemed to Wade to be like carrots in his own field. When he wanted to eat and when he pulled it, it was the most cost-effective.
The evening breeze took the exhaust gas from the street and formed the sultry summer cyclone. The heat wave hit Wade on the rooftop, but his heart was clear.
He concentrated his attention and adjusted his breathing with the rich experience of young soldiers.
In the next second, the world changed.
It is as if the souls of millions of souls of the Rwanda massacre are possessed by the souls, he is not fighting alone, the souls of the black uncles are helping him!
As he reached that absolutely calm state of unity between man and nature, everything in front of him seemed to slow down.
Whether it was a toothpick, a bullet, an arrow, or a short stick, they seemed to stop in mid-air, and only he could think.
This is the power of professional mercenaries! Shake, mortals!
"It's now!"
Wade condensed his gaze. He saw an opportunity to reveal the pink schoolbag behind him when Frank turned sideways to avoid the arrow flying downstairs.
The mercenary smiled, his smile full of confidence.
During the previous confrontation, he pretended to be emotionally unstable, and the hands holding the gun were shaking. As expected, everyone thought that he was a rookie, so they focused their attention on each other.
This gave him the best chance to shoot.
He gently squeezed the trigger, and a 45 bullet spun out of the barrel. He did what he did best, and that was shooting.
And when this bullet has achieved its effect, everyone, yes, including everyone watching the excitement nearby, will know how powerful and terrible they are.
When the time comes, will your business as a mercenary be rolling in? If there are many names to take orders, Sister Margaret’s Bar may be able to look at more elements, come forward to negotiate with the employer of this task, and let yourself be free?
"boom!"
The gunfire sounded, echoing between the buildings, and on the empty rooftop, the smell of gunpowder was blown away in an instant.
The flame of the gun flashed under the bright light, and the anger of the mercenaries was like this, hidden and dangerous.
Frank's body trembled and kicked the empty can aside that was stepped on under his feet, and continued to fight with eagle eye passionately.
On the other hand, the bullseye who was fighting Daredevil covered his thigh and fell down, looking at Wade in disbelief.
"You hit me?"
Wade shrank his neck and spit out his tongue. There was too much thinking in his mind just now. The trigger finger was wrong.
He raised the two guns, originally intending to shoot down the schoolbag with the gun in his right hand, but after thinking too much, the opportunity flashed away again, he shot the wrong shot when he was excited, and pulled the trigger with his left hand.
Hit the thigh of the bullseye on the other side...
"I said I didn't mean it, I just beat you crookedly?" Wade showed a harmless smile, blinking quickly and pretending to be innocent.
I really can't enter the bullet time. Those before are all hallucinations. The recently played "Max Payne" has no practical guiding significance at all...
"I you!"
The bullseye dragged the injured leg on the ground and rolled on a lazy donkey, avoiding Daredevil's chase. He didn't want to be knocked on his head by a stick. After throwing out a toothpick to force Daredevil back, he chose to use a cable to jump off the building. Escape, leaving only a fragrant place:
"Remember it for me, Wade! Don't let me find where your horse's cemetery is, I will definitely scatter her skull!"
Wade rolled his eyes and waved his hand at the bull's eye as a farewell. Anyway, he didn't know where his mother's cemetery was. The bull's eye had liked to say goodbye since he was a child, and he was used to it as an old classmate.
"Remember to watch the car when crossing the road on the way home! I will invite you to dinner next time!"
I don't know if the bullseye heard it, anyway, a stretched out from the edge of the roped roof, shook it towards Wade, and quickly shrank and disappeared.
One of the five was eliminated, and the scene became a little more orderly, but the small pink schoolbag was still on the back of the punisher. Without taking the money back, Wade would not give up to continue fighting.
"Striptease! Help me!"
At this time he heard someone calling him, it turned out to be the man with the bow and arrow, and he seemed to recognize himself.
It should be on Tony’s boat, right? But he was a very disciplined dancer. Although he was wearing a monkey headgear at the time, he was not a stripper.
"I'm not......"
"Help him hit him on the leg! I will give you 10,000!"
Hawkeye's melee combat skills were originally stronger than the Punisher, but Fury's order was to live, and Frank's now desperate play style left Clint at his disposal.
The military dagger's moves were all gestures toward his neck or chest, and he really couldn't subdue the punisher without keeping his hands.
But when he saw that the stripper had the courage to shoot, he suddenly thought of a coup, so he would first draw the dancer to help, and then catch him.
As for the 10,000 U.S. dollars, Hawkeye will not fall back, anyway, it is the reimbursement of public funds.
After the poisonous insect comes out of prison for a few years, he will definitely pay.
The mercenary's eyes lit up, it didn't matter whether it was a stripper or not, as long as he gave the money and said he was anything.
He immediately raised his guns.
"Aim at a little bit this time!" Hawkeye quickly emphasized. The man's unpredictable marksmanship just now made him feel a little confused.
Wade took a few deep breaths, moving his cervical spine to adjust his state: "Don't worry, I will definitely hit this time. I was a sharpshooter back then."
Well, the sharpshooters of small African warlords use heavy machine guns on pickup trucks. No matter how far apart the target is, the type of shooting will be done. It is completely different from the professional snipers in the US military with the title of sharpshooters.
At this moment, Daredevil heard that he was about to hurt the punisher, and rushed over and threw the short stick in his hand towards Wade, trying to kill the two guns.
Yes, knock out both, so you don't have to worry about accidental injury.
The bullseye has left. There should be no bad people among the few people present. It is just a simple misunderstanding. There is no need for bloodshed. Murdoch lawyers are fully confident to persuade everyone with their legal knowledge and eloquence.
Thanks to the professional martial arts training of the stickman, the angle and timing of Daredevil's shots are impeccable, and the full-featured stick "Billy" is like an extension of his arm, which can be manipulated as much as he wants.
When it hit, the red stick dragged the wire around the blond man's two wrists. With a violent pull, the pain caused the man to take off his hand, and both guns fell to the ground.
"boom!"
Mark Murdoch is a legal lawyer, and no one will sell a gun to a blind man in legal channels.
He has never heard of a word called-fire off.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief for the punisher's escape, his own side abdomen seemed to have been bitten by an insect, and one side of his body suddenly lost strength and fell to the ground.
Although his superpowers allow him to evade many long-range attacks~EbookFREE.me~, who would have expected that the gun would fire when it fell on the ground?
Not to mention that the bullet still hit the ground and bounced, forming a ricochet and hitting him. This was pure luck.
He was shot in the liver. This guy actually used a steel-core armor-piercing pistol. The bulletproof uniform on his body didn't have any effect at all...
The blood loss was so fast that Mark couldn't help the punisher here.
He could only pull back the rope short stick, and use it to ride other tall buildings, covering the wound with one hand and the hook with the other hand, drifting away like Tarzan.
He took a deep look at Wade, even though he was blind, he still had to print the silhouette and voiceprint of the other person in his mind.
But he was much more accomplished than the bullseye. He didn't say anything, and just disappeared from the lamppost in the dark alley.
Anyway, his purpose is only to prevent the punisher from going out to kill people today. In this case, Frank seems to have no chance. He should also run away, and he has to go home and find someone for treatment.