Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 22 Assassination
On Fifth Avenue, at the entrance of the Gucci brand store, there are thoughtful benches reserved for men.

Tang Song was sitting on a bench bored, looking at each other with several men carrying handbags.

It doesn't matter if you have money or not, no man likes to go shopping with women.

In terms of stamina, a woman who is shopping has almost awakened a mutant gene.

A slightly balding middle-aged man took out a box of Marlboro and smoked a circle of cigarettes.

There are no ordinary people who can accompany their girlfriends to this brand store.

Several men swallowed their clouds, and quickly pulled into the distance.

Several people, two are in finance, one is a rich second generation with a trust fund in his family, and the other is said to have shares in Las Vegas, plus Tang Song, a gangster.

It cannot be said that women care about money, but with enough money, there will never be a shortage of women around.

Tang Song finished coiling a string of rosary beads that looked like white jade on his left wrist, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he and several other people looked at the beauties passing by on the street with admiring eyes.

"Whoever can get me out, [-] million dollars, I will pay him [-] million dollars, trust me!"

At this time, a live TV broadcast was playing on a large TV screen not far from Tang Song.

A young prisoner in an orange prison uniform suddenly squeezed away from the guarding police and shouted into the camera.

The two police officers hurriedly pulled him away, and at the same time the live broadcast was cut off and replaced with an advertisement for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

"Are all federal criminals so arrogant now?"

No matter how coquettish a Victoria's Secret model is, it can't resist the temptation of [-] million US dollars.

As far as Tang and Song Dynasties could see, many people stopped after hearing the news.

That's [-] million US dollars. You must know that even in New York, the most prosperous state in the Federation, an annual salary of one million is already considered a rich person in the upper middle class.

[-] million US dollars, even a professional manager with an annual salary of one million dollars on Wall Street, will have to struggle for a hundred years to save enough.

By then their bones could beat drums.

Tang Song could feel the struggle and fanaticism in the eyes of these people. If the criminals on TV were not in Los Angeles, Tang Song estimated that they could directly charge the police station with guns.

Tang Song even saw a few people get in the car and leave in a hurry. If he remembered correctly, that direction was the airport.

"Sure enough, there is only one disease in this world,"

There is nothing more terrifying than being poor in the world.

Skye, who had changed into a new outfit, came out of the store carrying a new-style sachet.

Tired of holding Tang Song's arm.

For women, cure all diseases can also stimulate their enthusiasm.

Tang Song waved with several comrades sitting on the bench, and took Skye to the Rolls-Royce beside the street.

"Ok?"

Tang Song tilted his head, and a bullet grazed his cheek and shattered the glass of a shop.

"Sniper!"

Tang Song looked in the direction of the bullet, and met a sniper on the top of a tall building.

The sniper looked at Tang Song's real gaze through the sniper mirror, and his heart trembled.

He always has the feeling that the other party can see him, but this place is at least 800 meters away from the target.

No matter, let's kill the target first.

The sniper couldn't care less, aimed at Tang Song and pulled the trigger.

At this time, the shattering of the glass has alarmed many people on the street.

Two gunmen got off the Mercedes-Benz that had been following the Rolls-Royce. Together with the driver's bodyguard, the four pulled out their pistols to protect Tang Song and Skye, and moved towards the Rolls-Royce.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of fierce gun battles caused Fifth Avenue to explode immediately.

Many people fled to the shops on both sides in a panic, and many cars on the street even collided directly because of hasty acceleration.

"Hey, sir, put the gun down and squat down!"

Fifth Avenue is the busiest shopping street and commercial center in New York, where police cars are often patrolling.

Soon a police car stopped on the side of the road, and two policemen, one black and one white, pulled out their guns at the same time and aimed at Tang and Song.

At this time, the four bodyguards were protecting Tang and Song and hiding in the blind corner of Rolls-Royce.

They are holding M9 military pistols in their hands. Although the theoretical range of the bullets can reach 800 meters, in fact the real effective range is only about 50 to 100 meters.

Facing the long-range fire suppression of the sniper, the four well-trained bodyguards could only use Rolls-Royce's bulletproof ability to confront the sniper for a while.

"boss?"

Two police officers, one black and one white, raised their guns from behind them.

The two Germanic men turned around and squatted at the same time, pointing their guns at the police.

The two sides confronted each other, and a bodyguard asked Tang Song for instructions.

"Kill them!"

At this time, Tang Song was not in the panic of being assassinated. He took out a flat silver cigar box from his suit pocket, and slowly pulled out a long and thin cigar.

At this moment, there was nothing on his right thumb.

Although Skye's face was pale, she knew Tang Song's tricks. She reached out and took out a gold-plated lighter from the latest sachet, lit it and brought it to Tang Song's mouth to light a cigarette for him.

Tang Song was smoking a cigar, without even looking at the two policemen, he reached out and stroked Skye's hair.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Before the two policemen, one black and one white, could react, they were directly shot to death by two bodyguards.

"Are they killers too?"

Skye was held in Tang Song's arms, and listening to Tang Song's sonorous and powerful heartbeat, he was extraordinarily at ease.

Because of being a foster family, Skye has always felt insecure. She stole things and was put into a juvenile detention center because of it.

As a hacker, she fought hard on the Internet and joined the so-called Rising Tide organization, partly because of the so-called sense of responsibility to reveal the truth of the world to the society, and partly because she really lacks care and recognition in the real world.

"They came too fast!" Tang Song stroked Skye's hair, as if explaining to Skye.

He sneered in his heart, Tang Song didn't care whether he was a real policeman or not.

At this time, at this place, standing behind him and holding a gun, whether it is a policeman or not, he will die.

What if I made a mistake?He's a gangster, isn't it normal to kill a few federal policemen?

Besides, the few lawyers he hired were not for nothing.

.........

"Let's go!"

Tang Song stroked the black jade finger on his right hand. Two bodyguards blocked Tang Song and Skye with their bodies to protect them. One bodyguard opened the door of the Rolls-Royce and the two sat in.

A Rolls-Royce and a Mercedes drove off Fifth Avenue one after the other, leaving a messy scene.

"Sheriff, aren't you from our police district?"

Several police cars with flashing lights stopped on the side of the road, several federal policemen began to cordon off the scene and record information, and the forensic doctor examined the bodies of the two policemen.

A police officer walked up to the leading sheriff with a transcribed siren.

"I checked, and the alarm number is wrong!"

The white sheriff, who appeared to be in his mid-40s, was wearing a pair of sterile gloves and was holding a bullet in his hand.

"7.62 high-precision sniper bullets, an assassination!"

George Stacey handed the bullet to the evidence police on the side.

"Bart, take two people to a nearby brand store to get the surveillance and find out who the owner of the Rolls-Royce is?"

"House, take a team and go with me to the tall building opposite!"

(End of this chapter)