Under the night, an old van was driving slowly on the streets of New York.

Trevor sang old songs from the 1970s loudly. Michael didn't want to participate at first, but after being squeezed by Trevor for a few sentences, he started singing along with him.

Franklin complained that they were old people, but he couldn't help humming.

Zhang Ming tapped his fingers gently on the car door, which was to give them accompaniment.

"When I finish this ticket, I will put these things." Michael patted his handbag. The heavy weight made the men present feel extremely satisfied.

Michael breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "We will sell them all. We will really have no worries about food and clothing in the next life. We can give up doing this dangerous business. Zhang Ming, what do you say in the words of China? Wash your hands with a basin made of gold? I will spend more time with my family."

The smile on Zhang Ming's face froze.

My brother, I have been successful all night, and I have to set up a flag here at the stall where I go home to divide my luggage?

"We might as well change the topic..."

Halfway through Zhang Ming's words, Trevor pinched his throat and said, "Oh, it's so touching, come to my mother's arms." His sharp voice completely overwhelmed Zhang Ming's words.

"Get out!"

Michael raised his middle finger.

Franklin asked Trevor, "Old Cui, where are you?"

Trevor said viciously: "I want to crush that damn fbi's egg first, and then make me bigger."

"I'm serious."

"Serious..."

Trevor touched his head. His motto in life was to enjoy the present. He felt that he was still young and could see the age before he could see it at a glance. It was a bit far away for him to plan to retire.

After thinking for a long time, Trevor finally said, "Get a car, bring enough guns, and then go around the country. When you get tired of traveling, come back and crush that damn FBI's egg. Then we come together and exchange all the anger we have suffered. I don't believe it. So many people can't deal with him!"

"I said guys, we're going to talk about anything else..." Zhang Ming tried to change the topic again.

"It's time for me, right?"

Several people were in high spirits, and Franklin continued to say:

"My dream is very simple. I buy a villa, buy a good car, and finally find a good girl to marry. You know, I am a black man and live in the most broken slum in New York. Many of my friends are sucking, committing crimes, and being kept in prison all their lives. I don't want to do this."

Franklin turned a corner and looked at Zhang Ming through the rearview mirror.

"We all said, what about you? Zhang Ming, you don't seem to be interested in money. What exactly do you want?"

The three men looked at each other, and Zhang Ming looked at them for a moment of speechlessness.

"I'll wash my hands after doing this."

"I don't believe it. So many people can't kill him."

"After fighting this battle, we will get married in our hometown."

Three consecutive sentences of flag world bombs hit the head, Zhang Ming said:

The other party didn't want to talk, and even wanted to jump out of the car and escape.

Thinking of jumping off the car, Zhang Ming subconsciously glanced at the window and saw a man in black standing in the corner of the wall at the intersection of the alley.

The man has a tall figure, strong but not bloated body, three-dimensional facial features and a cold expression. He is an absolute handsome guy.

model?

No, how could the model stand on the side of the road in the middle of the night?

Zhang Ming suddenly became alert!

Could it be...

duck?

This familiar and unfamiliar profession evoked Zhang Ming's memories. I remember that he almost entered this industry at the beginning. If it weren't for the editing ability, Zhang Ming would not "take the system to enter Marvel", but "a white-faced young actor who wandered around the world".

Zhang Ming's thinking gradually deviated, and suddenly noticed that the cold man's eyes were looking at him, and his eyes were filled with feelings that were necessary to you...

A chill surrounded Zhang Ming, but before he could urge Franklin to drive quickly, he saw the cold man picking up something black, thick and hard.

Carry it on your shoulders.

Damn it!

"rpg!" Zhang Ming yelled.

The rocket passed a red trajectory in the air and flew straight towards the van!

Franklin turned the steering wheel vigorously!

But it was too late. This was just a van for camouflage. No matter how good the driving skills were, it could not turn it into a sports car and instantly accelerated to avoid rockets.

Zhang Ming kicked open the car door, waved his right hand, and the cross cursor in his sight locked the rocket, and fifty barrages were fired at the same time!

Rockets and barrage exploded in mid-air, and a hot wind blew on Zhang Ming's face, messing up his hair.

Zhang Ming stared at the cold man, and the other party was also looking at him, still "you must be the one".

You must be, no one can survive, but you must be killed.

Zhang Ming understood the cold man's eyes.

The electric current that generates electricity with love flows in the body, Zhang Ming's heartbeats faster, and there are three points of fear, six points of excitement and one point of helplessness.

There are so many troubles when people are famous.

But ordinary video bloggers are at most criticized online.

Zhang Ming was so awesome, and the black fan came to the door with a gun.

The cold man seemed to have guessed that the missile was useless to Zhang Ming. After it was launched, he threw the shoulder-carrying rocket launcher to the ground and grabbed the grenade on his legs.

Click!

The grenades were loaded, and then accompanied by dull firing sounds, grenades flew over.

At the same time, five or six well-equipped men in black walked out of the roadside. Everyone was holding a gun in their hands and was spraying bullets out frantically.

Franklin turned the steering wheel and avoided shooting as much as possible. Zhang Ming fired a barrage and exploded the grenade in the air.

Michael and Trevor lowered their bodies and fired back, and the bullet penetrated the van and flew past their heads.

"Who are these lunatics!" Franklin asked loudly.

Didn’t you summoned by your flag?

Zhang Ming resisted the idea of ​​directly retaliating. When the crisis comes, it is better not to have internal conflicts.

Michael looked at several attackers through the gap: "Like a group of tough characters."

"Ha! A tough character!" Trevor picked up the gun and replaced it with a new magazine: "I let him see what a real cruel thing is."

Before Trevor's beep was finished, he heard the front tire thrust open!

Franklin barely kept his car from failing with his superb driving skills.

The car was forced to stop, Zhang Ming jumped out of the car, glanced at the road, and gave up the idea of ​​using editing.

The other party lays a row of nails on the ground every five meters. If Zhang Ming wants to drive away from this road, he must use the editing multiple times in a row.

It is not known whether there are any other traps later, so Zhang Ming does not intend to waste the number of editing times like this.

Since the other party wants to keep them...

Then leave a hard anus!

As soon as the car stopped, the cold man walked in front, and the gunshots stopped for a moment. The six men relied on their excellent tactical qualities to create a firepower suppression like an army.

The van was sieve and was on the verge of an impending explosion.

The gunshots stopped.

The cold man walked two or three meters away from the van and stopped. When he reached out, his subordinate tacitly handed him a grenade.

The whole process, from the initial attack to the current firepower suppression, no one said a word, they were like a group of evil spirits that harvested their souls.

The man pulled out the safety lock of the grenade, waited for half a second, and then rolled over from the ground.

The subordinates were waiting with guns. If Zhang Ming and the others didn't want to be killed by grenades, they had to jump out of the cover of the vehicle, and then...

He was shot to death.

The people in black have very stable hands, and it is obviously not the first time they have done such a job.

To kill, they are professional.

The cold man was also waiting. Suddenly he sensed the threat of death. He turned around almost under the control of his sixth sense and raised his gun behind him!

The grenade he had just thrown flew behind their heads at some point. Without a moment of thinking and hesitation, the cold man shot quickly!

There was a loud explosion.

The grenade exploded, and the team in black was disrupted under the shock wave.

An unlucky guy was directly inserted into his neck by a spike of grenade fragment and instantly lost his life.
To be continued...