Meiman Killer Daily

twenty three

"Adams Hancock"

"Who are you?"

On a basketball court, Wade folded his hands in front of him and looked serious. A young man stopped dribbling and looked over unhappily.

"Miss Jamie doesn't like your behavior of singing in her dormitory every day, or even hinting at a date, so let me warn you!"

"Who do you think you are?!"

The young man was tall and a typical sports and fitness man. He pushed Wade backwards and pulled away the overlapping movements of his hands. An air gun appeared in Wade's hand, aimed at the young man's knees, shoulders and abdomen, and fired three times in a row. The young man was miserable.

Called to fall to the ground.

"ah……"

"I am your father, and this is just a warning. If you threaten or harass Miss Jamie, I will let you know what cruelty is. Do you understand now?!"

"Fake! Fake U! I'm going to tear it apart..."

Bang bang bang...

"ah!"

The basketball-playing men around him glared at Wade, but no one dared to step forward to help Adams. They watched Adams curse and be tortured by Wade with one shot after another. Although some people called the police, even the police could not do anything like this.

solve.

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore!"

Twelve rounds of marbles, although they were improved and would not cause death, the close range shooting still made Adams miserable. He fell to the ground tremblingly and begged for mercy. Wade was satisfied with the recording and turned around to leave.

"Don't let me get a call from Miss Jamie, or you will regret it, Adams Hancock!"

…

"How about it? The pistol I modified can't kill people but can also cause great pain!"

He quickly left the basketball court and got into a commercial vehicle on the street. Wade panted heavily and pretended to hold his chest. The weasel on one side smiled happily and asked as if asking for credit.

"I almost got hard. Wow, this feeling is so exciting. You don't know how I looked at him kneeling in front of me after I shot him. It was just like a gay gang, that kind of S&M movie.

To be honest, this job is perfect for me!”

Without the seriousness just now, Wade happily vented his true thoughts. John sat in the driver's seat, nodded, started the car and left.

"This is the first time and the last time I will lead a team. Prepare two guns and do not kill people unless necessary. Even if you break his hands and feet, it is best not to kill people. We are regular businessmen and we will never kill anyone."

Not bad guys and killers!”

"Isn't it considered a bad killer to break someone's legs and feet?!"

"I would rather you kill me directly than have my hands and feet broken!"

As soon as John finished speaking, Wade and Weasel behind him immediately complained. These two are real treasures. They talk more and are scarier than flies. John continued to explain seriously.

"Our job is to solve problems, not to cause trouble to people. If you break someone's hands and feet, it is also a legal issue. As long as you are not caught by the police, it is not a crime, but it is different if someone dies.

The client will also be implicated, and may even be involved in committing a crime. Although the behavior seems to be the same, there are still big differences."

"Why do I feel that you are scarier than the Black Organization!?"

"I think so too."

John was too lazy to take care of the two of them. He lit a cigarette with one hand and patted the car door and continued.

"This car will be your mount from now on. Treat it well. After all, I don't have the money to buy you a second one. There is an arsenal of weapons you like in the back compartment, including six submachine guns, fifteen grenades, and thirteen pistols of various types.

, 0 bullets, 1,000 rounds. If you run out, I will ask someone to fill in. I am on call 24 hours a day. I am not allowed to not answer my calls. If you do not accept the job or refuse to work, your basic salary will be deducted by 500.

If you refuse more than three times, your commission will be cancelled, and if you refuse more than five times, you will be directly expelled."

"Are you sure we are not a killer company?!"

With so many weapons stored, Weasel was a little doubtful about life, but Wade was getting happier and happier, as if he had discovered his talent.

"I just like a boss like you. Don't worry, I love this job infinitely now!"

boom……

Just after I finished talking about the ground shaking, at the intersection four or five hundred meters in front of the downtown block, the ground collapsed and a deep pit appeared. Countless giant rats over two or three meters taller came out of the pit, wreaking havoc and biting at the same time.

Human beings around.

"New York is different from the countryside. Even the mice have been injected with hormones. Are these the mice in New York?"

"Then they are monsters. Have you ever seen the mice in that house grow to two meters long?"

"Work! Serve the people!"

He threw the cigarette on the ground, stopped the car and gave orders to the two complainers. Wade complained with some resistance.

"No one gives me money, boss!"

"Building our company's name is absolutely free advertising!"

John replied with a chuckle. He was worried that there was no enemy to promote his company. Weasel understood this and turned around from the back seat of the car. He threw one of the two prepared clothes to Deadpool and the other to John.

"I watched from the car, so that someone wouldn't come and steal my stuff!"

"Everything House...

Phone 123-*****

No matter what the problem is, we will solve it for our customers, and everything will be no problem if the money is available!”

"What a show, boss!"

Wade also thought of John's purpose, quickly put on his clothes and gave John a thumbs up. John put on his vest, walked around to the back of the car and opened the door, and a series of weapons came into view.

“I’m still not prepared enough!”

I never thought about fighting monsters, so the weapons I prepared were not very professional for targeting large monsters. I had two submachine guns on my shoulders, and the Sand Eagle was mounted diagonally on the holster on my belt. Wade followed close behind, with bullets and grenades.

Wearing it all on the body, the expression is slightly unsatisfied

"Boss, we should prepare some rocket launchers and howitzers. These are boring to use!"

"We don't work to save the world and humanity, we work for our customers, and that's enough!"

Do you want rocket launchers and howitzers to fight a war? Even if the United States can privately hold guns, heavy weapons are 100% strictly controlled. Wade nodded in agreement and followed John towards the source of the rat plague.

The two of them walked in tandem and were very military-minded. In addition, they were both fearless people. When they entered the attack range of the rats, the rats felt scared. In fact, it was mainly John's aura that made the rats gather around them. They instinctively

I felt the fear of death.

The bullet accurately hit the mouse's head. It screamed like a frightened bird. It turned around and ran away without even daring to fight back. Wade was happier than John when he saw this. He fired and fired like the same, but his bullet hit him.

That's not the case with rats. His body odor does not scare the rats. Instead, it arouses the rats' bloodthirsty mania, and they pounce towards Wade one by one.