City Marshal

Bang bang bang!

Corrington was shot three times by Chutian on the spot, and Chutian mercilessly hit his legs and one hand. When the gunpowder smoke filled the air, more than a dozen armed guards rushed in, staring at Corrington and Chutian as if they were enemies. God, but after seeing that it was Chu Tian who shot, they tacitly put away their guns and retreated.

Everyone knows that Chu Tian is now the top person in charge.

"I want Death's hiding place."

Chutian threw the pistol to Smith, and looked at Collinton, who was already sweating, with cold eyes. Although the latter was in heart-wrenching pain, he stubbornly did not yell, and sneered hard when he heard Chutian's question: "You want to find the god of death? There is no way! Unless you let me out."

The corner of Chu Tian's mouth curled into a sneer, he stared at the gunshot wounds on his hands and feet and said with a smile: "Let you go out? Even if I give you freedom now, you still can't climb out of this door, Colinton, you better understand the situation, Don't think that they can defy the sky by relying on the god of death, it will only take two days for them to be destroyed."

"It's that simple, why did you come to me?"

Clinton grabbed the bed sheet with his remaining hand and exerted all his strength to relieve the pain: "The princess is dead. As the person in charge, you are under unprecedented pressure, right? Maybe you don't care or even hope that the second young master of Fubon will die. But don't you forget, there is also Prince Albert."

He stared at Chutian with eyes full of resentment, and spoke clearly: "If something happens to Prince Albert, Chutian, I think you will be in trouble in this life, and it is impossible for them to dig out the god of death, at least the god of death." You can control the life and death of the prince, you have no choice."

With a ferocious expression, Clinton gritted his teeth and added: "Besides, from the bombing of the concubine, you should know that Death can do anything. You like to gamble with your life, and he likes to gamble with your life. It's just that you are a grassroots compared to me. But you are china to him, as I told you."

"Reaper is a madman."

Chutian didn't have the slightest emotional ups and downs. He took a step forward and looked at Colinton with a sneer and said, "Crazy people will die! Even if the god of death can't die for a while, you Colinton will have to suffer a lot for him." He looked at the expression on his face. The pale latter: "I will come and torture you every day until you surrender."

Clinton's aching head lacked oxygen, but he still sneered: "Whatever! Then I will continue to hear your good news." As soon as the words fell, Clinton fell down on the hospital bed with three gun holes. Blood had stained half of the bed sheet red, and the old wound on his left hand was also ruptured due to scratching the sheet.

Chu Tian chuckled, picked up a potion bottle and hit the wound on his calf. Corrington's originally mild wound was hit hard, and he sat up reflexively, and then he fell on the bed like a snakeskin bag. The wound and the strong spirit made him fainted unbearably.

A smile crossed Chu Tian's face, he picked up the phone and muttered a few words before leaving.

When he left, the chief surgeon was stepping into the room.

When Smith left the hospital with Chu Tian, ​​New York was in a state of chaos. Thousands of military police were impulsively searching for the whereabouts of Reaper. Many forces also investigated and intervened. The search density was unprecedented. Their hideouts were also searched.

Fortunately, these two places were dealt with by people arranged by Haifeng, plus Chutian's intentional or unintentional instructions, so it was not impacted and its identity was verified, and then it spread out to check every corner of New York, and even the garbage dump was searched. Several times, to dig out the gods of death.

At the same time, the CIA and the Bureau of Investigation all intervened.

Smith also gathered two special forces of up to [-] people, equipped with light and heavy firepower to attack Reaper and them. Chu Tian kept receiving information at the Victoria Mansion, and then circled suspicious places with red dots for repeated checks, watching them being pushed forward by the military and police. city ​​buildings.

Chu Tian seemed full of confidence: "I don't believe you didn't show up."

Chu Tian didn't expect to search the whole city to catch the god of death or save the prince, but he believed that this large-scale investigation would definitely force the god of death and the others to come out. Thousands of military and police cast a net to track down without revealing the slightest trace.

The wind in New York is still very strong, and the night is covered by dark clouds. A faint humidity shrouds the front of an inconspicuous hotel in New York. The quiet lights and the occasional sound of wind not far away make this night extraordinarily quiet Peaceful, but people can't sleep well.

In the ordinary hotel, the room is dim, and there is no lighting facility in the room. It is only illuminated by the light sent into the room by the open window with a gust of night wind. It is dim and quiet. In the darkness, a rough silhouette Leaning on the sofa, he was silent for a long time.

Death is thinking!

Just as he was planning his next move, Clinton's former confidant rushed into the room and reported solemnly: "Reaper, the military and police are still searching, and the military and police will investigate our small building in an hour." In the hotel, they won’t give anyone face with Chu Tian’s orders.”

There was a trace of anxiety on Yuan Fang's face, and he added in a low voice: "These military police will come in two batches, or will they be reviewed alternately, and whoever is found to have problems after the review will lose his head, so it doesn't matter, we must evacuate, otherwise It will soon be suppressed by Chutian."

"Chutian is forcing me to see my cards."

The middle-aged man leaned lazily on the sofa, glanced at the clock on the wall and said with a smile: "I made such a reaction in less than five hours. It seems that I still underestimated Chutian after all. Forget it, hurry up and put the prince and Fu Bang together." The second young master moved to find a place that the military and police have searched."

He lightly tapped the sofa with his fingers, and a hint of sarcasm curled up on the corner of his mouth: "Chu Tian thought I didn't dare to play hard with him, so he could threaten me with Collinson, childish! Now the death of the princess is enough to teach him a lesson, I If you want to negotiate with him next time, he will be more honest."

"Hard to say!"

Yuan Fang frowned slightly, then took the topic and replied: "Chutian is also a lunatic, if he is really forced to get angry, he may lose both sides. Although we have two hostages in our hands, it doesn't matter if the two are less than Chutian." , the only thing he cares about now is Prince Albert."

"Prince Albert is enough."

The god of death suddenly sat up straight, looked at the door and added: "We still have two hundred brothers and sixty sets of clothes for fingerprint identification. These costs are enough for us to rescue Mr. Clinton. Chutian is now holding the master with his left hand." , the right hand called the military and police to search for us."

"Of course we can't sit still, we have to prepare with both hands."

Grim Reaper gathered his fingers into a fist: "Pinch the prince with one hand, and attack with the other."

Yuan Fang was slightly taken aback: "Attack? Who else do you want to attack?"

The Grim Reaper didn't say much, but just looked at the TV news, which was broadcasting the news of the hurricane in New York. The hurricane ravaged the eastern part of the United States, and the number of deaths continued to increase. According to Reuters, the hurricane has killed at least 68 people in the United States so far. killed.

Affected by the hurricane, New York City's annual Halloween parade originally scheduled to be held on the evening of the 31st was forced to cancel. This is the first time in New York's 39 years that a Halloween parade has been canceled. The God of Death looked at the scene of the worsening disaster, and the corner of his mouth twitched Lightly ridiculed: "God loves Tiandao League after all."

Fifteen minutes later, Reaper led his elite to evacuate the small hotel. These days, Reaper lived in an old-fashioned hotel, relying on the reputation of the hotel to protect his whereabouts. To leave life-saving.

The God of Reaper knew that he was almost a terrorist in the hearts of the U.S. government. When they left one after another, the couple in the hotel tremblingly picked up the phone and wanted to call the police. Come back again and again.

"I don't want to kill too many people, but you all want to die."

The Grim Reaper in gloves sighed, and then slid his fingers across the throats of the two old men, a splash of blood spurted out, and the two fell down shaking, and then several waiters were also killed by him, and the bodies were quickly thrown into The sundry room, in order to delay the police's discovery time.

An hour later, Chu Tian, ​​who received the report, came to the scene in person.

After scanning the bloody scene, he set his eyes on the wound of the deceased. This was the first time he saw a person killed by the god of death. The wound was cut completely, and everyone was similar in fatal depth and distance. Chutian thought of himself The clothes that were caught torn in the alley had solemn eyes: "This clothes are too dangerous!"

After he sighed, he turned and left. He was going to discuss countermeasures with the black bear.bang bang bang!

Corrington was shot three times by Chutian on the spot, and Chutian mercilessly hit his legs and one hand. When the gunpowder smoke filled the air, more than a dozen armed guards rushed in, staring at Corrington and Chutian as if they were enemies. God, but after seeing that it was Chu Tian who shot, they tacitly put away their guns and retreated.

Everyone knows that Chu Tian is now the top person in charge.

"I want Death's hiding place."

Chutian threw the pistol to Smith, and looked at Collinton, who was already sweating, with cold eyes. Although the latter was in heart-wrenching pain, he stubbornly did not yell, and sneered hard when he heard Chutian's question: "You want to find the god of death? There is no way! Unless you let me out."

The corner of Chu Tian's mouth curled into a sneer, he stared at the gunshot wounds on his hands and feet and said with a smile: "Let you go out? Even if I give you freedom now, you still can't climb out of this door, Colinton, you better understand the situation, Don't think that they can defy the sky by relying on the god of death, it will only take two days for them to be destroyed."

"It's that simple, why did you come to me?"

Clinton grabbed the bed sheet with his remaining hand and exerted all his strength to relieve the pain: "The princess is dead. As the person in charge, you are under unprecedented pressure, right? Maybe you don't care or even hope that the second young master of Fubon will die. But don't you forget, there is also Prince Albert."

He stared at Chutian with eyes full of resentment, and spoke clearly: "If something happens to Prince Albert, Chutian, I think you will be in trouble in this life, and it is impossible for them to dig out the god of death, at least the god of death." You can control the life and death of the prince, you have no choice."

With a ferocious expression, Clinton gritted his teeth and added: "Besides, from the bombing of the concubine, you should know that Death can do anything. You like to gamble with your life, and he likes to gamble with your life. It's just that you are a grassroots compared to me. But you are china to him, as I told you."

"Reaper is a madman."

Chutian didn't have the slightest emotional ups and downs. He took a step forward and looked at Colinton with a sneer and said, "Crazy people will die! Even if the god of death can't die for a while, you Colinton will have to suffer a lot for him." He looked at the expression on his face. The pale latter: "I will come and torture you every day until you surrender."

Clinton's aching head lacked oxygen, but he still sneered: "Whatever! Then I will continue to hear your good news." As soon as the words fell, Clinton fell down on the hospital bed with three gun holes. Blood had stained half of the bed sheet red, and the old wound on his left hand was also ruptured due to scratching the sheet.

Chu Tian chuckled, picked up a potion bottle and hit the wound on his calf. Corrington's originally mild wound was hit hard, and he sat up reflexively, and then he fell on the bed like a snakeskin bag. The wound and the strong spirit made him fainted unbearably.

A smile crossed Chu Tian's face, he picked up the phone and muttered a few words before leaving.

When he left, the chief surgeon was stepping into the room.

When Smith left the hospital with Chu Tian, ​​New York was in a state of chaos. Thousands of military police were impulsively searching for the whereabouts of Reaper. Many forces also investigated and intervened. The search density was unprecedented. Their hideouts were also searched.

Fortunately, these two places were dealt with by people arranged by Haifeng, plus Chutian's intentional or unintentional instructions, so it was not impacted and its identity was verified, and then it spread out to check every corner of New York, and even the garbage dump was searched. Several times, to dig out the gods of death.

At the same time, the CIA and the Bureau of Investigation all intervened.

Smith also gathered two special forces of up to [-] people, equipped with light and heavy firepower to attack Reaper and them. Chu Tian kept receiving information at the Victoria Mansion, and then circled suspicious places with red dots for repeated checks, watching them being pushed forward by the military and police. city ​​buildings.

Chu Tian seemed full of confidence: "I don't believe you didn't show up."

Chu Tian didn't expect to search the whole city to catch the god of death or save the prince, but he believed that this large-scale investigation would definitely force the god of death and the others to come out. Thousands of military and police cast a net to track down without revealing the slightest trace.

The wind in New York is still very strong, and the night is covered by dark clouds. A faint humidity shrouds the front of an inconspicuous hotel in New York. The quiet lights and the occasional sound of wind not far away make this night extraordinarily quiet Peaceful, but people can't sleep well.

In the ordinary hotel, the room is dim, and there is no lighting facility in the room. It is only illuminated by the light sent into the room by the open window with a gust of night wind. It is dim and quiet. In the darkness, a rough silhouette Leaning on the sofa, he was silent for a long time.

Death is thinking!

Just as he was planning his next move, Clinton's former confidant rushed into the room and reported solemnly: "Reaper, the military and police are still searching, and the military and police will investigate our small building in an hour." In the hotel, they won’t give anyone face with Chu Tian’s orders.”

There was a trace of anxiety on Yuan Fang's face, and he added in a low voice: "These military police will come in two batches, or will they be reviewed alternately, and whoever is found to have problems after the review will lose his head, so it doesn't matter, we must evacuate, otherwise It will soon be suppressed by Chutian."

"Chutian is forcing me to see my cards."

The middle-aged man leaned lazily on the sofa, glanced at the clock on the wall and said with a smile: "I made such a reaction in less than five hours. It seems that I still underestimated Chutian after all. Forget it, hurry up and put the prince and Fu Bang together." The second young master moved to find a place that the military and police have searched."

He lightly tapped the sofa with his fingers, and a hint of sarcasm curled up on the corner of his mouth: "Chu Tian thought I didn't dare to play hard with him, so he could threaten me with Collinson, childish! Now the death of the princess is enough to teach him a lesson, I If you want to negotiate with him next time, he will be more honest."

"Hard to say!"

Yuan Fang frowned slightly, then took the topic and replied: "Chutian is also a lunatic, if he is really forced to get angry, he may lose both sides. Although we have two hostages in our hands, it doesn't matter if the two are less than Chutian." , the only thing he cares about now is Prince Albert."

"Prince Albert is enough."

The god of death suddenly sat up straight, looked at the door and added: "We still have two hundred brothers and sixty sets of clothes for fingerprint identification. These costs are enough for us to rescue Mr. Clinton. Chutian is now holding the master with his left hand." , the right hand called the military and police to search for us."

"Of course we can't sit still, we have to prepare with both hands."

Grim Reaper gathered his fingers into a fist: "Pinch the prince with one hand, and attack with the other."

Yuan Fang was slightly taken aback: "Attack? Who else do you want to attack?"

The Grim Reaper didn't say much, but just looked at the TV news, which was broadcasting the news of the hurricane in New York. The hurricane ravaged the eastern part of the United States, and the number of deaths continued to increase. According to Reuters, the hurricane has killed at least 68 people in the United States so far. killed.

Affected by the hurricane, New York City's annual Halloween parade originally scheduled to be held on the evening of the 31st was forced to cancel. This is the first time in New York's 39 years that a Halloween parade has been canceled. The God of Death looked at the scene of the worsening disaster, and the corner of his mouth twitched Lightly ridiculed: "God loves Tiandao League after all."

Fifteen minutes later, Reaper led his elite to evacuate the small hotel. These days, Reaper lived in an old-fashioned hotel, relying on the reputation of the hotel to protect his whereabouts. To leave life-saving.

The God of Reaper knew that he was almost a terrorist in the hearts of the U.S. government. When they left one after another, the couple in the hotel tremblingly picked up the phone and wanted to call the police. Come back again and again.

"I don't want to kill too many people, but you all want to die."

The Grim Reaper in gloves sighed, and then slid his fingers across the throats of the two old men, a splash of blood spurted out, and the two fell down shaking, and then several waiters were also killed by him, and the bodies were quickly thrown into The sundry room, in order to delay the police's discovery time.

An hour later, Chu Tian, ​​who received the report, came to the scene in person.

After scanning the bloody scene, he set his eyes on the wound of the deceased. This was the first time he saw a person killed by the god of death. The wound was cut completely, and everyone was similar in fatal depth and distance. Chutian thought of himself The clothes that were caught torn in the alley had solemn eyes: "This clothes are too dangerous!"

After he sighed, he turned and left. He was going to discuss countermeasures with the black bear.