American Comics: Begin to investigate the tax issue of Director S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 118: Noon Has Come
[Name: Peacekeeper]

[Type: Revolver]

【Quality: Rare】

【Physical: High】

[Attribute: Gunpowder]

[Special Effect: When you use this gun to hit the enemy's head with all six bullets within a short period of time, a special attack will be triggered.

You can charge once, and all enemies within the field of vision will be locked. When you pull the trigger, the peacekeeper will shoot a bullet to each target. The bullet must be headshot immediately, but can be attacked Blocked by objects, the power depends on your charging time.

Special attacks do not require reloading. 】

[Equipment conditions: A lighted cigar, in your mouth, and your right hand, my friend, it must be your right hand]

[Remarks: It's noon~
Somewhere in the world it's noon now - Jesse McRae
(Please don’t get entangled in its origin, you see, it was impossible for a gun manufacturer to make only one, right?)]

"Good stuff!" Lin Yu was overjoyed.

The so-called special attack is McCree's ultimate move - it's noon, theoretically speaking, no matter how many enemies are seen within the field of vision, they will all be locked!
In other words, it is the magical skill of clearing mobs.

Although the longer the charging time is, the higher the damage will be, but obviously there will be an upper limit, otherwise this item should be of a higher level than blue.

McCree, a character in Overwatch, dressed as a western cowboy, uses a revolver all the year round.

Lin Yu took the revolver and spun it in his hand, then took off a Glock on his waist and replaced it.

It's normal to abandon the old love when you have a new love.

Cough, how can I make myself look like a scumbag.

We are innocent boys, and we have never been in a serious relationship until now!
"Nice gun."

Firefox just came over and saw the scene where Lin Yu put the peacekeeper in his waist, and said.

"Of course other people's things become your own, they are all good things." Lin Yu replied, "So, what are your future plans?"

"I want to complete the list given by the loom of fate." Firefox's eyes dimmed slightly, "and then end myself."

"It's fine if you're happy." Lin Yu didn't intend to persuade, and after he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, and then he seemed to think of something, and added, "I don't care about anything else, if the names of the cross and Wesley appear in fate On the loom, you can't make a move, or I will kill you first."

"Why?" Firefox asked.

"Because they are already my default workers, and they need to work for me in the future. If you kill them, I need to work by myself, which is not acceptable." Lin Yu explained.

This is why Lin Yu has a certain tolerance for the cross and Wesley.

If it had been someone else who spoke so rudely in front of him, he would have been shot dead in the next second.

Anyway, in the United States, shooting is free, and you can die by suicide if you get shot in the back!
Of course, there must be a certain tolerance for beating workers.

The main reason is that it is not easy to find replacements. Those who are so capable, can work efficiently, and have the aura of the protagonist, are really too few.

Thinking that they will have to work hard in the future to make money for themselves, being appropriately tolerant is just a capitalist's balancing act.

Cough, do as the Romans do, we are still red in nature.

"Part-time job?" Firefox was full of doubts, "Aren't you from the IRS?"

"I didn't say no, who said that the IRS can't recruit people?" Lin Yu asked back, "The IRS doesn't necessarily need to understand tax laws, they only need to have enough fighting power to deter those who do illegal tax evasion. .”

"...Like this time?" Firefox was silent for a while, asking for confirmation.

"Like this time." Lin Yu nodded.

"There are not many eligible targets."

"It's not many, but it's big enough, like the Continental Hotel, and the high table behind it, are all within the current selection range." Lin Yu said.

"You must be crazy!" Firefox stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"Maybe, but I think this is more meaningful to the progress of human society, instead of killing people according to the list given on a loom, but thinking that they are doing righteous things." Lin Yu shrugged and waved his hands .

"Call Wesley to the IRS after he's healed. I hope you don't make any wrong decisions, or I will come to your door when the time comes. That will definitely not be the result you want to see."

After all, regardless of how Firefox reacted and what he thought in his heart after hearing these words, Lin Yu left directly.

Back at the IRS headquarters, Lin Yu entered the information database.

With his position in the IRS, he does not have the authority to enter the intelligence section to obtain intelligence.

But there's nothing wrong with an agent with top-notch hacking skills.

What's more, this hacker is still inside the IRS and can log in to the intranet openly.

"The League of Assassins has been resolved, and the matter of the high table has come to an end. What about the third one? What is the third world?" Lin Yu frowned, searching the massive amount of information.

The intelligence section of the IRS is quite powerful.

But this also means that it is easy to have all kinds of trivial information.

After filtering out the low- and medium-level intelligence, there are still many.

Lin Yu is basically aimless, searching like a cat encountering a dead mouse.

"Just let me find a familiar word..."

Lin Yu's eyes gradually became a little distracted, and suddenly he shrank suddenly when he touched a certain character. The mouse habitually swiped across it, paused, and then pulled it back.

"Chimaera?" Lin Yu raised his eyebrows.

In the memory chain, relevant information emerges instantly.

Chimera, a monster in ancient Greek mythology, has the head of a lion, the body of a goat and the tail of a python. It breathes out flames. It was finally killed by the hero Bellerophon.

Of course, this does not mean that what Lin Yu needs to intervene next is the event in the myth.

In this information, Kimmela is a virus, a newly researched virus, which can destroy the human body's hematopoietic function and make the human body's immune function invalid. People infected with this virus will die within 20 hours. die.

After seeing this information, Lin Yu finally understood what the third world is.

Mission Impossible!
"The man with the headgear...Grandma's, that's what happened!" Lin Yu was speechless.

If the most impressive thing in the Mission: Impossible series, apart from the elegant, handsome and intense excitement of the protagonist Tom Cruise, it is the simulation headgear that can be called a head change.

The effect of this technology in camouflage and infiltration is simply superb, and it often brings various magical reversals and unexpected effects, and this is brought into full play in the second part!

It's just that Lin Yu still has a problem.

How did this information appear in the IRS intelligence database?
After some operations, Lin Yu finally found the source of the information.

An IRS spy in the IMF (a fictional secret service agency in the Mission: Impossible world, the full name is Impossible Mission Intelligence).

"Good guy!" Lin Yu clapped his hands and exclaimed.

What else can I say?
That's right.

　code word code word

　　
　
(End of this chapter)