I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

The black car smashed through the chained railing and roared into the abandoned parking lot. The three SUVs that followed did not show any weakness and also followed in.

The chasing soldiers probably knew that the parking lot was a dead end, and they were no longer in a hurry to shoot. Instead, they pursued closely, probably because they wanted to capture Xie Lun and the two of them alive.

The tires screeched, and the car barely stopped when it was only half a meter away from the wall in front of it.

Xie Lun looked back at the SUV that stopped not far behind, and said to Chen Meimei with a smile: "Lie down, stay here, I'll be back soon."

Chen Meimei nodded obediently. She was already curled up on the back seat, but now she lowered herself even more.

Sheron "clicked" to load the pistol, stretched his neck, pushed open the car door, and rushed out.

[Low-level pistol shooting specialization - activation]

[Low-level melee combat specialization - activation]

[Low-level Mozambique Shooting Technique - Activate]

"Papa..."

A big man with a gun walking in the front trembled twice, and a ball of blood burst out of his head.

In the dim parking lot, Xie Lun is like a ghost, flashing between the pillars and the abandoned vehicles. Every time you show up, you will inevitably take a life away.

The quality of gang members in the world is similar, and even these Russians are not as good as those Mexican militants. Without seeing Xie Lun at all, he just held his gun and fired wildly around.

So in just a dozen seconds, all the guns and bullets in everyone's hands were emptied. So when he was in a hurry to change the magazine, Xie Lun quietly appeared from the shadows, and the HK416 he took out from Xiaocao shot out deadly flames!

Accompanied by the rapid gunfire, half of these gang members fell down in an instant. Seeing the corpses of their companions, the bloodiness of these young men was also aroused, and two of them, two tall and strong men, simply raised their guns and rushed over howling. Trying to use himself to attract Xie Lun's attention, in exchange for other companions time to change magazines.

It's a pity that Schellen didn't need to change the magazine.

If the other party keeps a distance from himself, it may cause some trouble, but approaching actively is courting death. After all, under the addition of "Passive Skill: Low-level Mozambique Shooting Technique", the closer the distance, the higher the accuracy.

Xie Lun almost didn't need to aim, he shot the headshots of these two brave men, and then "chug chug" with a shuttle, smashed the other two men who had just changed their magazines into briquettes.

"Crack..."

The HK416 in Xie Lun's hand is also empty.

Meanwhile, the last two gang members frantically pull the trigger on Sharon. In the blink of an eye, Xie Lun kicked a corpse into the air, attracting the attention of the enemy.

But he himself squatted down instantly, pulled out the M9, and hit the last two gangsters steadily.

"thump!"

At the same time as the corpse picked up by Xie Lun fell to the ground, the two people who were finally shot to death by Xie Lun also fell to the ground.

"Phew... it's done! They don't even give experience and points. It seems that these guys have nothing to do with the case."

Xie Lun stood up, looked at the corpses all over the ground,

He let out a long breath, and suddenly curled his lips: "Damn it, I forgot to ask about the origins of these old men. They dared to drive and shoot in New York City in broad daylight, the background must be serious."

"They're the Urel Gang from the Bronx."

A somewhat familiar voice sounded.

Xie Lun didn't look back, and while changing the magazine for HK416, he smiled and said: "You are watching the show by the side, and you don't say anything to help."

"No need." Looking at the messy corpses, the sweater man with his hands in his pockets shrugged, "Don't talk about them, even I am not your opponent. Whether it is marksmanship or quick reaction, you are my experience The strongest man ever."

With a "click", Sheron loaded the rifle and looked at the sweater man: "How did you find this place?"

The man in the sweater tilted his head to the outside of the parking lot: "Follow the woman on the subway who wants to assassinate you. Don't mention it, she's still a blonde beauty without her disguise."

"Really? What about her?"

"After seeing the picture of you killing these people in the dark, she immediately retreated without looking back." The sweater man smiled, "If I were you, I would have to be careful of trap bombs or long-range sniper rifles in the future, anyway. I don't have the confidence to play close combat with you."

The man in the sweater was right. At this time, Mrs. Smith was gnashing her teeth and giving orders to her assistant: "Go and prepare explosives and sniper rifles... Go fuck and keep a low profile, you haven't seen that guy's skills, melee combat is just a trick!" Damn...damn it, are all NIA agents so perverted?"

And Mrs. Smith would not have thought that at this time in her home, her husband, Mr. Smith, was wrapped in a towel, standing in the kitchen, frying eggs and talking on the phone: "Accident, the last time was purely accidental, otherwise I would have done it earlier." Just kill the target... Don't worry, I won't play those fancy tricks this time, just stab me in the back... That's right, melee assassination is my best skill!"

Not to mention how the couple of killers committed suicide, the three of Xie Lun had already driven out of the parking lot, and changed cars on the way.

"Luke Wright," the man in the sweater offered Sharon his hand, "former NIA New York Team Six member."

Xie Lun glanced at him, did not shake hands with him, but said coldly: "As far as I know, there has never been a sixth action team in the New York branch."

Luke smiled wryly: "The one with this team was formed by Mayor Ferry, and the funding and staffing belong to the New York Police Department, just to declare that it belongs to the NIA."

"Doing this, will the NIA agree?"

"Why don't you agree? It's just a name. Besides, Mayor Ferry has a lot of hands and eyes in New York. If you can't get along with him, you can't get along in New York."

"In that case, how did you leave the action team?"

Luke sighed: "It's nothing, it's just a disagreement."

Xie Lun sneered, "It's so dark inside that you can't bear it, right?"

"We did crack down on a lot of criminals at the beginning, and most of the gangs were suppressed and turned underground. But as time went by, they gradually deviated from their original intentions and did things even worse than gangs."

Luke leaned helplessly on the seat, and said quietly: "In a certain operation, they killed an innocent child in order to silence them. In a rage, I wrote a report letter to my superiors. But the result was, No one was affected in the slightest, except for me who was fired from the action team."

"Since then, I have lived a life of ups and downs. I have done enough work such as sweeping the streets, collecting garbage, and dredging the sewers. Later, my wife fell ill. In order to earn medical expenses, I had no choice but to go to the underground arena to fight black boxing. "

"A year ago, because I didn't punch fake punches, people from the Uriel gang brutally killed my wife, forced me to wander, and killed anyone who had contact with me, with the purpose of forcing me to commit suicide."

"It's been a year, a whole year, and I really can't stand it. Just now, I wanted to commit suicide by lying on the train. This child saved me, so I want to save her too."

Luke looked back at Chen Meimei who was sitting in the back seat.