My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 300 Hey Hey Hey Hey!I'm fucking coming!

puff!
A bullet precisely penetrated the vulture's head, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to fight back.

Skye was lying on his side on the ground, holding the Glock pistol tightly with both hands, and the faint smoke from the muzzle indicated that the fatal bullet just now came from Skye.

Pfft!
The unconscious vulture fell down limply. Until the last moment, he didn't understand why he reacted so fast just now, but if he was slower...

Seeing the enemy's corpse slowly collapsed in front of him, it took a while for Skye to slowly get up from the ground.

"Damn it, let you shoot my old lady with a spray gun!"

Skye kicked away the M870 shotgun still clenched in Vulture's hand, and then turned his attention to the crowd of onlookers not far away.

"Would someone please do me a favor? Watch them for me?"

Skye was referring to two other thieves lying near the cashier not far away, stunned but still alive.

However, the people around were still indifferent, just looking at Skye and the Glock still held high in her hand with fearful eyes...

Skye, who was belatedly aware of this, reacted when he saw this, and hurriedly lowered the muzzle of the gun, and moved his index finger from the trigger to the trigger guard.

"Just help me watch them. They have been hit by an anesthesia bomb, and they won't wake up for a while."

Skye smiled awkwardly, then took out the small S.H.I.E.L.D. communication headset from his pants pocket and stuffed it into his ear.

"Leni, it's settled here, how about your side?"

After a while, Leni's reply came from the headset:

"It's done too, good work, the police will be here soon and I'll explain to them."

"OK, then I'll wait for you."

After the call was over, Skye, who finally relaxed from his tense state, leaned softly on the shelf.

"I'll help you."

A familiar voice sounded from the side, Skye heard the words and looked at the owner of the voice, it was Santa Claus who bravely rescued the children before.

The child is now back in his mother's arms, and Santa sees that there is still blood on Skye's arm, so he offers to help.

"Thank you, just watch it for me, and leave the rest to me."

Skye nodded gratefully, then motioned for Santa to watch over the shotgun at her feet.

She wasn't worried about the gangsters. The few M870 shotguns she was worried about were picked up by others. Although these things are stolen goods now, who can guarantee that there are not a few fools who dare to take advantage of the chaos?
Taking two puffed food packages that were blasted open by vultures from the shelf next to him, Skye bent down through the plastic packages to remove the shotguns from the hands of the two unconscious gangsters, and carefully locked the safety.

Then he placed it in the middle of the aisle with confidence, together with the shotgun in the hands of the vulture.

It wasn't until all this was done that Skye breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to the corner of the shelf where he had just hidden, looking for the Frigga bullet that he had withdrawn earlier.

"Uh, what are you looking for? And your arm..."

Santa Claus was a little puzzled, obviously this girl's arms were bleeding, why did she still have time to look down for something?
"Ah? It's nothing. A bullet fell here. My arm is fine. Don't worry."

Skye stood up belatedly, and stuffed the Frigga bullet into his trousers pocket.

Santa Claus looked at Skye's arm suspiciously. The torn sweater sleeve had a hole visible to the naked eye, and the bright red blood almost covered half of his arm.

Can this be called okay?
Skye smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand to cover the "wound" on his right arm, and didn't explain much.

Seeing this, Santa Claus sighed, and glanced at the surrounding cargo area, but it was a pity that there was no emergency medical supplies he was looking for first.

Seeing what the other party was thinking, Skye waved his hand to indicate that he was really fine.

"Don't worry, I'm really fine. Do you understand superpowers? It's still healed, so please don't say it."

Santa Claus was stunned when he heard this, and after making sure that Skye didn't seem to be lying, he nodded and didn't say any more.

Such things as superpowers are no longer completely unacceptable to the citizens of New York today.

Although he was also curious about what the so-called superpowers were like, Santa Claus finally restrained his curiosity when he looked at the girl who was crying in his arms not long ago.

"thanks……"

There was a moment of silence, and Skye spoke softly in a voice only for the two of them to hear.

"I mean... thank you for forgiving my rudeness earlier."

Santa Claus smiled when he heard the words, and looked through Skye in front of him, as if he saw another figure.

"It's okay, as I said before, being able to make children happy is the happiest thing for Santa Claus."

……

The time went back to ten minutes ago, outside the Shangchao...

Leni pushed open the door of Shangchao, and then chased after the mouse running wildly with the purse!

"Meester! Go drive!"

With the effort of reaching into the pocket of the down jacket, Leni took out the car key of Panamera from the warehouse, and then threw it behind her without looking back.

Seeing this, Meister at the rear stretched out his hand and grasped the bunch of car keys in his hand without any mistakes, then turned around and went straight to the parking lot.

This distance, this is in the downtown area, Leni can't use the space ability in front of so many passers-by, and the speed of the mouse is not slow, as soon as it goes out, it goes straight to a Buick car parked by the roadside.

"What's going on! Boss and the others!"

The lookout guy in the Buick saw only one accomplice running out of the supermarket, and couldn't help but feel a bad premonition in his heart.

"They're dead! There's a note! Hurry up!!!"

The mouse yelled and ran, while running wildly. He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the two brothers before him. He already got the eyeliner money. How long would it be if he didn't run now?
The watchman was startled. Seeing the mouse carrying a purse in his hand, he also knew that this trip was not in vain, so he quickly put the car in first gear, and then pushed open the co-pilot's door sideways.

"Get in the car!"

The mouse was overjoyed when he saw this, and his steps became much faster. Seeing that there were only a few steps away from the car, he stretched out his hand and was about to throw the money bag into the car.

However, at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from behind his head.

boom!
Before the watchman could react, the mouse, who was still full of joy just now, gave a sudden stop, then slipped on the soles of its feet, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Dry!"

The watchman was trembling all over, and he couldn't help stepping on the accelerator with his right foot, and the Buick's engine immediately roared.

Coincidentally, at the same time the mouse fell, the money bag in his hand flew out immediately.

It's so hard to die, the money bag draws a precise arc in the air, and lands on the passenger seat of the Buick car with miraculous perfection!
Watching the wind was overjoyed when he saw this, he didn't even care about the mouse on the ground, and he lifted his left foot clutch lightly, and the wheels of the Buick spun quickly on the wet and slippery road for several times, until it regained its grip, and then rushed straight towards the intersection!

Bang!

The passenger's door, which was still open, slammed into a car parked on the side of the road, and with a loud noise, the door closed automatically.

"Aha!"

The lookout man laughed excitedly, he snatched a bag of money so effortlessly, this feeling is simply not too good!
"Villa! Yacht! Beauty! Hey hey hey! I'm fucking here!"

(End of this chapter)