Chapter 14: Skill: Death Entangling

Seeing the hound approaching, Smith flashed a plan in his mind to pull the diaper from under the baby's ass. The dog's favorite thing was stained on it, and it tasted a bit unpleasant. It could be used as a bait to fool the dog and get a golden cicada to shell.
Smith was about to start making shit. Suddenly there was a roar of the engine at the position of the alley. I thought it was the other side to send reinforcements, but didn't want to poke a pistol out of the window, and it was a shotgun against the suit and tie.
Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
After 15 rounds of tilting were completed, the suits and ties didn't expect Smith and his associates to be hit by a black gun from behind. It was very difficult for the two to go side by side in the alley. A shuttle shot down and seven or eight people fell on the spot.
If you do n’t talk about the dead, you will be mournful without death. The short leader did n’t expect that he always thought that Smith was a lone man.
A group of people searched for hidden spots, and when they turned back, the sound of engines outside the alley had already left.
The walking dog was barking wildly because of the sound of gunfire. A group of people did not dare to come up, for fear of being shot again. They were right, Smith suddenly shot up and killed five people with five bullets.
Suddenly, the enemy suffered from the back. In the curse of the short leader, a group of people left their mournful companions, and Wolverine fled into the corner of the alley.
The sound of the engine outside the lane was ringing again. This time they changed directions. The short leader was forced by a gun, but no one wanted to rush out to die. When the engine sound disappeared, they walked out carefully, but the target Smith had disappeared.
"Shit!"
The dwarf leader's eyes flickered with anger, and he hit a hammer on the wall beside him, then blushed, and secretly hid the back of his hand and rubbed it behind his back.
If I punch this down, there will be nothing wrong with the gray cement wall, but my hand will hurt.
Uh ...
The Ford F-150 was driving on the road at night, Russell was driving, Smith was sitting on the co-pilot, and Quintana was holding the baby in the back row.
The car was a little quiet. Russell held the steering wheel and asked, "Smith?"
"who are you?"
态度 Smith's attitude is cold, he has no rescued consciousness, he can leave without Russell, he has this strength.
"My name is Russell, this is my letter of introduction."
Russell took out a letter from his jacket pocket and Smith took it. After watching it, the alert in his eyes weakened a little.
The special threaded bullet made Smith smile: "How has the cross been recently?"
"Honestly, not very pleasant, his son was ... the company he left."
"Oh, that company is going to be unlucky!"
Russell shrugged when he heard what he said. Was this a business nonsense?
坐 Smith was sitting tightly, with the word 'pretend to force' on his cold face: "Looking at the face of the cross, I promised to train you for a week, but now it won't work, waiting for me to finish the things on my head.
Russell said politely, "Do you need my help?"
不用 "No, a little trouble, I can do it alone."
After saying this, Smith closed his eyes and took a nap. He could see that the man was very tired, but he still tried to show a tough posture.
Russell is very self-aware, Smith did not show him, but to reassure the women in the back row. Russell looked into the rearview mirror. A very charming woman, the more familiar she became.
Well, this is not my goddess!
The woman's face is 80% similar to Monica Bellucci, and her body is also hot, but unfortunately, her makeup is not so stunning, and the pungent and inferior perfume makes it difficult to link her to the goddess.
In the rearview mirror, Quintana noticed Russell's inspection, and raised a wink at the corner of her mouth, and if no one pulled open her clothes, breastfeeding the waking baby.
Russell looked away with pain in his face, this temperament, this style, this is not the goddess in his mind.
When encountering Smith with a pick of dozens, Russell felt that he might have entered another story world, but when he faced Quintana with a goddess face, the word 'may' was directly removed by him.
妥 This properly is a new copy. I do n’t know which movie ’s plot. Forgive Russell. He does n’t have any impression in his memory, and the impression of the goddess is only ‘Beautiful Sicily’ and ‘Matrix’.
Obviously, neither of these are!
【Ding! 】
[The host contacts the story character Smith, triggers the draw, and gets two chances to draw. Do you want to draw now? 】
[The host contacts the plot character Donna Quintana and triggers the draw. Are you drawing now? 】
When he heard the prompt in his head, Russell responded immediately and opened the interface to start the lottery. Like the big back, Smith brought him twice. Donna Quintana can only say that the face of the goddess is not white and long, but she also provided a lottery.
Wu Mingming's cross has not been triggered in a single draw!
After three consecutive draws, the card obtained made Russell wonder how to spit.
物品 [Item Card: Carrots (Eating more vegetables is good for your body and mind)]
技能 [Skill Card: 100 hits (your enemy only has insufficient ammunition)]
Smith provided two cards. The skill cards in every hit were very high. Russell was eager to try, but the one-time might be very large. In order not to waste, now I can only experience eye addiction.
As for carrots ...
Russell did not want to comment, looked at ‘Hundred Fats and Hundreds’, and regarded it as an addition.
The third card, Russell just looked at it, and felt the full maliciousness from the world.
技能 [Skill Card: Entwined Death (Old Tree Packing Upgrade)]
Russell: "..."
My goddess, in this world, what exactly are you doing, so proficient enough to make the system recognized as a skill?
Also, does this card give me a fart?
Uh ...
With a bad mood, Ford drove into the city and parked in the parking lot of a hotel. Even worse, Smith was a poor ghost. Russell paid for the accommodation. He opened three rooms and eventually one was vacant.
Quintana said that he was insecure, so he embraced the baby and followed Smith into the room. The moment the door closed, Russell's face twitched.
"I paid ..."
Russell unscrewedly opened the door of the next room and fell asleep on the bed. He drove a day and was a little mentally exhausted.
He didn't know how long he had slept, and Russell heard strange noises in vagueness. He narrowed his eyes slightly and crawled softly from the bed. The sound came from the next room, which was Smith's room, which made Russell nervous for a while.
Russell moved carefully, with no movement as much as possible, and put his ears on the wall. The sound insulation of the hotel room was average, and screams of severe torture came around. Dogs, men and women, the noise in the middle of the night disturbs the people, will the neighbourhood neighbors go to work tomorrow?
The drowsiness was dispelled by the humming magic sound, Russell washed his face with cold water, and checked the M9 that he carried. At this moment, a dangerous warning suddenly rose in his mind, the door of the room was violently opened, and the man in black wearing special combat uniform rushed in.
Huh!
Russell hit the man in the black with a single shot. He turned around and shot again without looking. The glass window was broken and the man in black descending the rope along the rope screamed and fell from the air.
There was a squeaking murmuring, and the screams came to an abrupt end!
At the same time, the room next door was also full of gunfire. Russell took a breath and lay on the ground.
The wooden walls of the hotel were shot through, and Russell came to the door. There was no ghost in the corridor, and apparently all went to Smith.
Smith was fast, and when Russell came to his door, the battle inside was over.
"Smith !?"
OK "OK, I know it's you, don't make a sound, I can hear your footsteps."
Simple dialogue to avoid unnecessary crossfire, Russell strode into the door and saw dogs and men hugging each other. Quintana hooked her hands on Smith's neck, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Even if Russell came in, she didn't mean to leave.
Quintana made a skill death entanglement, the effect was out of control, Smith suffered heavy losses, and the ammunition depot was cleared!

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