Wearing a black helmet, the whole world seemed to be in cool colors, the buzzing sound of the motorcycle echoed in his ears, and vehicles flashing around him.

The fastest means of transportation Zhang Ming rode in his previous life was an electric car, but now he relies on editing to prolong his life, twisting the accelerator to the bottom, lowering his body, and shuttled through the bustling streets of New York like a strong wind.

The gunshots are getting closer, representing Zhang Ming coming to the center of chaos.

The front of the car suddenly turned, and a sharp friction sound made between the wheels and the ground, entering another street without slowing down.

Finally found it!

At the end of the street, a gray Ford sedan was ramming left and right. Through the broken rear window, Agent Colson could be seen driving with a nervous look on his face. Pepper was sitting in the passenger seat, screaming with his head in his arms.

There was a car behind and on the right side of Colson. The man in the co-pilot poked his head out of the window and shot wildly at Colson. The driver kept hitting him, trying to stop them.

Colson struggled to support himself with his excellent driving skills.

Suddenly, the jeep on the right suddenly crashed into it!

Colson turned the steering wheel sharply, followed the opponent's impact and completed a drift of 180 degrees in a small space, with the front of the car facing the pursuer behind.

Then, Colson stepped on the brakes!

The two cars collided, and the front hood of Colson's car flew up. The man sitting in the co-pilot fired, because he was not wearing a seat belt, flew out of the window under the action of huge inertia, hit the trash can beside him, and fainted.

Colson quickly drew his gun, pounding two shots, killing the driver.

But the driver dared to chase after New York with a gun in broad daylight. After eating two guns, a gangster raised his hand before his death and returned a shot.

"Damn it!"

Agent Colson finally couldn't help but swear. He covered his shoulders and blood flowed out.

After paying the price of an arm, Colson solved a car, but another car was about to hit him, and he stepped on the accelerator hard to avoid the impact.

But no matter how Colson stepped on the accelerator, the car didn't respond. After a whine sound, a thick smoke came out.

After a series of pursuits, this old Ford car finally lost its power of movement and collapsed on the road, becoming a piece of scrap metal.

The two killers sneered and collided, and Colson shot again, in this way, and the bullet penetrated the glass but failed to hit it.

Pepper closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

Colson fired his gun in vain. At this moment, he saw a small square box flying over and slid into the bottom of the other party's car before the opponent's big jeep hit.

boom!

The impact force generated by the explosion overturned the opponent's jeep!

It rotated half a circle like a gyro, and it almost almost hit the top of Colson's head and hit the wall with a bang.

Looking at the two bloodstains on the front of the car, the two killers should be dead and cannot die anymore.

"You guys look bad." Zhang Ming took off his helmet.

"This is the third attacker." Agent Colson used first aid spray to stop the bleeding on his shoulder. "Are they crazy? This is New York."

"It's Obadaiah, it must be him. The things in the U disk are too important to him, and he can't let me go."

Pepper tried hard to calm himself down, and she said to Zhang Ming: "You are the only one of the three of us who are not injured. Zhang Ming, you immediately take this U disk to find Tony. I called him several times just now, but it has not been able to get through. He is very dangerous now."

"You are also in danger now." Zhang Ming did not accept the U disk.

He could not leave Pepper at this time, whether for a systematic reward or out of machismo.

Zhang Ming comforted him: "Obadeya spent a lot of money to buy your life. Now the underground forces in New York are moving. I will not go anywhere until you confirm your safety. Don't worry, Tony and his steel suit. He did not die in that cave, and he would not be able to have an accident in New York."

Pepper stopped talking, covered his mouth, restraining his fear and sadness.

A bullet flew from afar and penetrated Zhang Ming's motorcycle. He looked in the direction of the bullet and saw a figure vaguely on the roof of the building hundreds of meters away.

"Sniper!"

Zhang Ming pressed Pepper's body and hid in the dead corner of the shooting.

Bang!

Another bullet came from another angle and almost pierced through Zhang Ming's calf.

More than one sniper!

Colson pointed to the subway entrance, trying to avoid snipers from high places. This is the easiest way.

Zhang Ming nodded, and the three of them carefully relied on the cover to move forward. The other party fired three or four more shots in the middle. Fortunately, the goddess of luck stood on Zhang Ming's side. Except for the splashing gravel that cut through Colson's forehead, the bullet did not cause any substantial damage.

After entering the subway, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. It was not very good to be targeted by the sniper.

If the bullet of the sniper rifle hits the head directly, it may cause brain death in an instant. Zhang Ming doesn't know if there is still a chance to use editing in this situation. Zhang Ming doesn't want to try such a gambling thing.

"My colleagues are coming, and we are about to be safe," Colson said.

Zhang Ming asked: "How long will it take for them?"

Colson estimated the distance: "Fifteen minutes."

"We may not be able to wait until then." Zhang Ming pointed at a group of strong men in black, who were pushing away the crowd and running over fiercely.

The temptation of 10 million US dollars has already caused the underground forces in New York to go crazy. Even if you rob a bank, you can't make so much money.

Almost the first time I heard the news, the killer targeted them with a famous gang leader in New York.

The people who are rushing over are affiliated with the largest gang force in New York. Their top boss is the famous Wilson Grantfisk, which is Jin Bing!

The largest underworld leader in New York and even the United States.

This level of action is not Jin Bing's sign. It is impossible for only 10 million US dollars to attract the attention of this underground emperor. This is just an action spontaneously organized by the small leader below.

But members who can be absorbed by Jin and recognize are naturally more difficult and terrifying than ordinary underworlds.

The vicious strong man from 70 to 80 came over, and the pedestrians on the subway were all avoiding him. Zhang Ming was about to shoot, but at this time the subway door opened and a bunch of people got off. They used ordinary people as meat shields and quickly approached with a grim smile.

Zhang Ming glanced at the entrance of the subway station, and there were still a steady stream of gangsters running in and joining them. He said: "We are on the subway, and they are always coming and going, so they can't be blocked here."

The crowd of people who got out of the car got on the subway, and the gangsters got on the bus at the same time. Zhang Ming and others walked towards the back of the car, and the gangsters were chasing each other. Finally, they arrived at the last car. Ordinary passengers who were originally in the car had already gotten out of the car. After a few short alarms, the subway closed the door and restarted.

The entire carriage was filled with people, with almost fifty or sixty people opposite, holding weapons.

"Take that woman and a USB flash drive, and you two can get off at the next stop."

"You are fighting against the government!" Colson said loudly.

"Old man, do you think you will be afraid? What are you afraid of? Death?"

After the man in the lead said, his companion burst into an uproar, "We are from the Hell's Kitchen! We are afraid of having no money, afraid of being looked down upon, and afraid of brothers being bullied, but we are not afraid of death! We don't care about death, but I don't know if you care."

The gangsters laughed wantonly again.

Colson was about to continue saying something, the little boss interrupted him and issued an ultimatum: "Shut up! Hand over that woman, we cut her down, and it's over."

Colson was whispering and quickly speaking to the communication device. S.H.I.E.D. is a huge international agent organization. Colson has been an agent for so many years and has seen any major scene. He is actively thinking about solutions.

But no matter how many solutions are, they cannot solve the urgent problem.

Zhang Ming walked to Pepper and Colson to block the gangsters' vision for them.

"The next stop, my people will come at the next stop!" Colson whispered.

The distance between one stop is about three to four minutes, but the other party is about to pounce on it, so there is no more than three or four minutes left.

"Little TV, how many edits and barrage do I have?" Zhang Ming asked in the consciousness space.

"If the host maintains the status quo and does not perform activities that consume too much physical energy, there are 13 editing times left and 27 barrage left."

Because it was on the subway, Zhang Ming could not use bombs, and the role of guns in such a small space is also pitiful.

Colson is a senior agent of SHIELD, and his combat power is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary people, but he is old and has gunshot wounds, so Zhang Ming doesn't want him to participate in the war.

Zhang Ming held the gun in his right hand, pulled out a short knife from under his ribs with his left hand, and walked towards the gangsters.

Facing Zhang Ming holding a gun, the gangsters did not show any fear expression, but became excited. Unlike gangsters like Gao Pang duo, they are real gangsters and have already made their enlightenment when they joined the organization.

They put away their guns and pulled out their knife.

Edit!

Zhang Ming kept his last moment of state, deleted the previous few seconds, and fell into the eyes of others. Zhang Ming, who was two meters away, disappeared and appeared in front of their leader like a ghost!

Bang!

Zhang Ming pressed the gun against the trigger that was pulling on the boss's face, and blood splattered on the face of a gangster behind him. At the same time, his left hand was raised from bottom to top, and a short knife pierced the jaw of a tattooed guy on his face and stabbed into his brain.

Too fast!

From flashing to firing, the sword swing was almost done at the same time, and the two companions died instantly. Only then did they react and shouted and slashed towards Zhang Ming with their weapons!

Zhang Ming raised his head, and more than a dozen knives were about to be chopped on his body. The green cross cursor in his sight locked the foreheads of the thirteen people in front of him.

Barrage launch!

The air behind Zhang Ming fluctuated, and thirteen white lights flashed by. The thirteen gangsters waving their weapons in front of them suddenly stopped, and a bloody hole as thick as a thumb appeared on their foreheads!

The corpse was still swinging the knife along with inertia, but there was no force at all. Zhang Ming grabbed one of the long swords and squeezed through the corpse into the encirclement behind.

There were another overwhelming swords, guns and sticks. The editing started. Zhang Mingshan was behind them, squatting down, and the blade slashed horizontally. The two unlucky guys were cut off and fell to the ground. The blade was stuck on the bone of the third person. Zhang Ming's strength was still too small and he couldn't pull it out after it was stuck. He simply threw down the knife and was about to shoot, but the stick stretched out next to him knocked off the gun in his hand.

Start editing again, and before the stick fell, a barrage pierced the other party's chest.
To be continued...