American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 402: The Gold Medal Killer Who Loves Dogs and Spends Money

At this moment, in Arkham Asylum's exclusive single room.

In an instant, Alan disappeared out of thin air.

However, the picture on the TV screen continued.

……

On this day, the whole city was filled with grief.

Not long ago, the world faced an unprecedented disaster, and the heroes paid a heavy price to defend all mankind against the invaders.

Among them are many well-known superheroes.

To commemorate the victims, it is named Heroes' Day.

Moreover, on this day, the villains reached a consensus and would not come out to cause trouble.

"Don't run!"

Two white policemen on patrol, with their big bellies swinging, were chasing a young man in a hospital gown in front of them.

There is no doubt that the young man is Alan.

He traveled through time and happened to appear in front of two patrolmen who were eating donuts.

Under normal circumstances, one would naturally not want to bother with a spirited young man.

The problem was that before Allen traveled through time, he pulled his pants down to his knees and faced the TV, but he forgot to put them back on after the time travel.

The patrolman, who was thinking of keeping out of trouble, discovered that someone was openly walking his bird in broad daylight, which constituted a crime of nudity.

The key point is that there is a ring-like ring on it, which is really eye-catching.

Therefore, as a righteous American police officer, he is determined to crack down on eccentric people.

Thus a chase scene ensues.

Alan put his fingers together, tilted his upper body back, and ran with his arms swinging. He looked as normal as possible.

A normal person should lean forward when running, but he did the exact opposite.

However, after chasing for several hundred meters, at a subway corner, the fat policeman was already panting and looking around for the person.

"Why is the person missing?"

"I just saw it."

After a while, choose a direction to continue tracking.

In a corner of the subway, which was filled with daily necessities, a black homeless man saw that the police had left, so he patted his tent and reminded them, "The person has left."

The zipper was unzipped, Alan stuck his head out and said gratefully, "Thank you, Beggars' Sect Leader."

After saying that, he got out of the tent and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

The black homeless man shook the tin can, and the coins inside clinked against each other.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

Alan shyly reached out his hand to reach into the tin, not looking embarrassed at all.

The black homeless man retracted his hand and took back the tin can. Wen angrily said, "I asked you to pay."

Forehead…

Alan turned the pockets on his pants inside out and said bitterly, "Or I can beg for it and give it to you."

"If you don't have money, get out." The black homeless man waved his hand impatiently.

At this moment, heavy footsteps echoed in the subway.

When I looked up, I saw two policemen running back in a hurry.

Seeing this situation, Alan went back into the tent to hide.

"Headquarters, requesting backup, there is a gunfight in the waiting area of ​​subway line 13."

"Please note that officers on duty in Brooklyn should not approach the following accident site..."

However, an evacuation order came over the intercom.

This is very intriguing.

Upon hearing the message, the two policemen cursed and quickly fled the subway, immediately realizing that there was a gunfight organized by an official background.

Often when a gunfight is over, someone will come out to clean up the traces, as if nothing had happened.

There is no reason to work so hard to get involved in this mess when you only earn 2,000 or 3,000 yuan. Not long after, a middle-aged man with long hair and a suit and tie ran to the homeless man.

"Feel sorry…"

Bang!

Before the black homeless man could say no, the long-haired middle-aged man threw a golden coin into his beggar's stuff.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and the black homeless man's attitude changed drastically.

"Don't hide in here."

Seeing the long-haired middle-aged man trying to get into the tent, he hurriedly stopped him, lifted up a pile of dirty and old clothes beside him, and signaled him to hide inside with his eyes.

After a slight hesitation, the middle-aged man with long hair endured the moldy and sour smell and pushed forward to get in.

In less than a minute, several cold-blooded killers caught up with them.

He held the pistol blatantly and quickly locked eyes with the black homeless man.

"Have you seen John?" the leading man asked coldly.

The black homeless man was not afraid. He shook the coins in the tin can. The gold coin had been hidden long ago. He said in a calm and hoarse voice: "Follow the rules."

The killer seemed to be very afraid of the other party and did not dare to force him. However, he could not take out the valuable gold coins, so he could only give his subordinates a look, suggesting that the target was in the tent.

They are a huge assassin organization with an internal rule that requires colleagues to pay a minimum of one gold coin as compensation when doing work for them.

The gold coin not only has symbolic significance, but one coin can be exchanged for one million US dollars and is the organization's hard currency.

Several killers approached slowly with pistols raised, ready to empty the magazines at any time.

"It stinks to me."

Suddenly, Allen unzipped his pants, stretched out his whole body and took a deep breath. He couldn't help but ask loudly, "Boss, how long have you not showered? The smell in the tent is like old vinegar, sour and smelly. I will never be able to eat dumplings in my life."

"..."

The killers stared at the strange young man in front of them in amazement.

The open tent was in full view, and there was no sign of the target at all.

"go!"

When nothing was found, the leading killer no longer wasted time and continued chasing in one direction.

"who are they?"

Allen looked at the killer's back and muttered, "Why does it look like a scene from a movie?"

The black homeless man was too lazy to pay attention to the mental patient and instead dug John out of his pile of old clothes.

John was covering the gunshot wound in his abdomen, his face as pale as paper and looking very weak.

"Constantine!?"

Obviously, Allen recognized the wrong person at first sight. After carefully identifying who it was, he suddenly realized, "It turns out to be the dog lover who was chasing him quickly, commonly known as John the Money-Throwing Killer."

Hearing this, the black homeless man frowned slightly and asked, "Are you a killer?"

"That happened decades ago. I was a trainee in the Assassin's League for a while." Allen said proudly, flicking his hair.

"..."

What Assassins League?
Never heard of it.

How could the assassin council based in New York possibly reach out to the multinational assassin league?

There is absolutely no comparison between the two.

"Take me to the Continental Hotel."

"Ok."

The weak John took out another gold coin, but Allen took it first and carried him on his back without saying a word, not giving the black homeless man a chance to stop him.

"..."

Looking at the two people who ran in the wrong direction, the black homeless man remained silent for a long time.

"Hold on John, think about your dog."

Alan was walking briskly with someone on his back. When he saw John walking in the wrong direction, he wanted to give him directions, but the bumpy ride caused severe pain in his wound, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"I'm sorry, your dog is dead, but you can still think of your wife waiting for you..., I'm sorry, I remembered that your wife is dead too."

"..."

(End of this chapter)