Struggle in the American Comic World

Minty stayed at Jordani's house for a day. After hearing the news, the big daddy rushed to Jordani's house and took Minty away angrily.

By the way, Big Daddy also provides May and Peter with a safe and temporary place to stay.

The Big Daddy seemed very angry, but in fact, Jordan could feel that the Big Daddy was reducing the burden for Jordan in another way.

Whether it's Minty, or May and Peter, they are all burdens for the time being.

Jordan did not refuse the kindness of the big daddy. Besides Jordan, the big daddy also has a good friend Marcus, who is now a senior detective of the New York City Police Department.

With Marcus here, it is enough to ensure the safety of Big Daddy, May and others.

Jordani, on the other hand, needs to face revenge from the Osborne Group and the CIA.

Both of these parties are powerful forces, and coupled with Qiao Danny's intentional appearance at the police station last night, Qiao Danny believes that it will not take too long for these two parties to come to him.

As the evening approached, Jordani sorted out everything he had, and seemed to be thinking about something.

May and Peter are gone, but Jordani still needs a fight to make sure all the attention is on him.

It's just that Jordani is not sure whether he wants to put the battlefield here he rented.

Bang bang bang!

Before the sky outside completely darkened, there was a sudden loud knock on the door.

Jordani instinctively wanted to touch the gun, and then thought that if the other party came with bad intentions, he would not knock on the door at all, and if the other party came with good intentions, he would not be so rude.

Whether it is life or battle, many times, the details can reflect many things.

Jordani pressed the gun behind his back, came to the side of the door, opened the window next to him casually, and a vague reflection fell into Jordani's eyes.

"Jovovich, F..k, damn Russian, I know you're in there..."

Accompanied by another violent knock on the door, there was an extremely violent knock on the door. It was Jordani's landlord, Monta Evans, who came.

A greedy, gambling, lustful alcoholic and drunk.

"Mr. Evans, I don't know why you are here?" Jordani opened the door, frowning.

Monta Evans looked drunk, and said arrogantly: "You damn rich Russian, this is the territory of the United States, and I am American, why can't I be here, this is my house... ..."

Jordani stretched out his right hand behind his back very calmly, and said, "Mr. Evans, do you need me to show you the rental contract?"

Monta Evans was cowardly, and forced a smile: "Haha, Joe, you really know how to joke. I just want to do a survey and ask you whether you are comfortable living here? There is no other meaning."

Jordani said with a cold face, "Is there anything else?"

Monta Evans broke into a cold sweat and boldly said: "Joe, I actually don't want to come. Isn't the rent due in 20 days? A tenant has taken a fancy to this place and offered $5,000 a month. , insist on forcing me to ask, to see if you have any intention of retiring the lease, if so, I can refund you one thousand, no, two thousand dollars in liquidated damages!"

Jordani's expression became more and more unhappy, and he said, "Get lost!"

Monta Evans had a flattering look on his face, and jumped up a bit: "Okay!"

After the greedy landlord left, Jordani felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He turned over in an instant, made a small jump, and hid behind the stone pillar in the corner of the room.

At the same time, from the window next to the door, a bullet landed on Jordani's original standing position in an extremely unscientific way.

Assassin Mutual Aid Association, Wo Nima's!

Hiding behind the stone pillar, a drop of cold sweat fell from Jordani's forehead.

dare not have any stay,

In an extremely weird way, as if he was drunk, he ran crookedly and madly towards the stairs.

And behind Jordani, bullets fell crazily as if they had eyes.

Arc ballistics!

This unscientific attack method made it impossible for Jordani to judge the direction of the attacker, and he didn't even counterattack.

After Qiao Danny rushed to the second floor, not long after, an extremely fierce figure rushed into the room.

Gululu!

Just when this figure was about to rush to the stairs, a small melon was already crooked and just rolled down the stairs.

Jordani didn't dare to throw it. These people from the Assassin's Mutual Aid Association were all good at marksmanship, and he had no chance to show up.

boom!

A violent explosion sounded, and the flames overflowed.

After the explosion, amidst the gunpowder smoke that filled the sky, like a swift and fierce cheetah, Jordani tore through the billowing smoke, held guns in both hands, and shot wildly at the slightly embarrassed people in the room.

Floating shooting, archery, random shooting, three bursts.

A series of skills and bullets were handed over, in just one or two seconds, Jordani poured out at least a dozen bullets.

However, even at this high rate of fire, the opponent was able to fight back.

The gunshots were like thunder, and the rate of fire erupted by that embarrassing figure was not as good as that of Jordani, but the firearms and bullets were obviously unique, and the arc ballistic swing, even a single bullet, could knock down two of Jordani's attacks .

The jingling deformed bullets fell to the ground.

I am Nima!

The arc ballistic technique is unscientific enough, but after the bullet collided, it was able to shoot down the second bullet. Can this ballistic reflection be calculated?

As a wandering shooter, he was actually inferior in spear skills.

The old system doesn't want to lose face.

Competing with marksmanship is fine, Jordani rushed over like a goshawk, knee bump, instant kick, roundabout kick, a set of kick quality three combos.

With a bang, the figure stuck to the wall like a painting.

"Shet, are you Cassian?"

Until this time, Jordani had no time to look at the appearance of the figure on the wall.

It was getting dark, and the other party was another black guy.

This is not ridicule, but Jordani really didn't realize that the attacker was actually Cassian.

Seeing the black boy on the opposite side slipping down from the wall and still struggling, Qiao Danny hesitated for a moment, and then hit the opponent's head with the butt of a gun, knocking him unconscious.

And at this moment, a greater sense of crisis made Qiao Danny's whole body tremble as if a tail was erected on his back.

"It's so ruthless!"

With all his might, Cassian slammed Cassian out of the window, while Jordani slammed into the door abruptly, his windbreaker swaying, jumping, quick reloading, floating volley, three bursts, step shooting, moving shooting, random shooting.

A wave of bullets slammed wildly, and the killers outside the main gate were obviously weaker than Cassian by more than one level.

In just one or two short breaths, Jordani instantly cleared his troops.

Only then did the dead guy pull the trigger, and an RPG blasted into the room with a long trail of flames.