Superman's Journey

Chapter 297

No one wants to join the team of Lincoln, who looks like a pervert, and no one wants to become "Sam on the Pillar", and they express their rejection of Lincoln's proposal very much. Simple, point the gun at the Lincoln and pull the trigger.

Although rashly pointing their guns at others might make enemies, but in their view, as long as they can kill Lincoln, they won't have one more enemy.

Da-da-da-

The firecracker-like flames at the muzzle were so bright in the darkness, and orange bullets swirled and leaped in the air, weaving a fine network and sifting towards Lincoln.

There was a clanging sound, and the rain of bullets collided with Lincoln, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, and then the bullets fell to the ground as if all their energy had been absorbed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds
Everyone was stunned, knowing the crackling sound of empty guns, everyone woke up like a dream: "You, what kind of monster are you?!"

"Don't worry, you will know later." Lincoln smiled slightly, and took out the lancet from his waist: "Want to experience extreme pain? I will satisfy you."

"No, no! Ah! Please! Let me go, let me go!"

In the empty park, there was another shrill scream, and hell came to the world.

Statutory Killing Day is the busiest day of the year in the United States today. There are no useless Christmas tree decorations on this night. Arson, shooting, and violence are the bright lights that adorn this night.

On this day, anyone can let out the evil in their hearts, even foreign visitors.

Therefore, a very strange situation has been created, that is, around the statutory killing day, the traffic will be very busy. Come here for fun, and nine times out of ten you will end up staying here forever.

For example, Lincoln, in his current situation, is an inexplicable guest from afar, who traveled thousands of miles from the Marvel world to participate in activities in the United States of this world.

If you count the distance traveled to participate in the event, he should be the most fanatical crowd on the legal killing day in the country where he is now, right?
Of course, Lincoln is not prepared to kill people in this world. If so, wouldn't he be no different from these thugs?
It is rare to come to such a fun world, of course he will bring more fun things to this world!

After determining his own program of action, Lincoln set off.

If you ask him, those thugs with guns in their hands are really brainless.

It was obvious that they were oppressed by capitalists and factory owners, but after the massacre, they ignored the big capitalists and attacked ordinary people with only a few taels of silver.

Of course, there are reasons why those big capitalists are not easy to mess with, but as long as you have the courage, it will be okay to get hit by a dump truck!No more direct train derailment therapy to come on!
Lincoln had a brain, so from the very beginning, his target was not the poor, but the rich and powerful.

Hunter William's name is popular, but his origin is not popular at all.

There is a saying that the United States is not actually a country, but a military-industrial complex disguised as a country. This is a huge interest group composed of the military, military-industrial enterprises, and some members of the US Congress.

It is a great honor that the West Group owned by Hunter William is part of this huge interest group, a military-industrial group that emerged because of the appearance of the Killing Day, specializing in the manufacture of guns recommended by the Killing Day .

The scale of the West Group is not very large, but the profit is considerable. Therefore, Hunter William owns this villa that can ensure him to rest easy even on the killing day.

This looks like a villa, but in fact, if you only use weapons below the fourth level, you can never break through the security and defense measures of the villa and threaten his life.

William installed a lot of cameras around his villa. These cameras served as a warning, and at the same time allowed him to see the wailing, rolling, and finally dead figures outside under the mob's knives, guns and sticks.

Whenever he saw this scene, William's heart became more and more joyful.

Don't get me wrong, it's not because he's a psycho, it's because it means another bullet is expended and his syndicate makes another bullet's money.

From the speakers on the monitoring screen, the screams gradually disappeared as the flames soared, and the scene fell. William took a sip of red wine and looked up at the security director beside him: "Has anyone brought it yet?"

The security director nodded: "It's already brought, it's in room 3."

"Very good!" William nodded in satisfaction, stood up and walked towards the guest room. Behind him, the security director looked at the screen again, as if he didn't care what William was going to do next.

As a loyal supporter of the statutory killing day, William not only let his company provide weapons for the killing day, but also participated in it extensively.

It's just that his method of participation is different from that of ordinary people. His security forces will kidnap the people he likes in advance. On the killing day, he will enjoy these kidnapped people and kill them completely afterwards. .

On Killing Day, all crimes will be wiped out with a gunshot. No one cares how women die on this day, and no one cares what they suffered before they died.

In this respect, William is a true pervert.

In front of the door of room 3, William seemed to have seen the beautiful woman behind the door. He loosened his tie with a grim smile, then pushed the door and walked into the room, ready to enjoy his supper.

But the next moment, looking at the strong man on the bed, the smile on William's face disappeared: "Who are you? Why are you in my room?!"

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Lincoln." Lincoln chuckled, holding a gold dagger in one hand, and pointed the muzzle of the revolver at William in the other hand: "As for why I appeared in this room, why not?" You come to guess?"

William looked at Lincoln with a gloomy expression. As the leader of a military-industrial enterprise, no one knew more about the threat of a gun than him, especially a revolver.

Faced with the black muzzle of the gun, William really didn't dare to move: "We can talk about what you want."

(End of this chapter)