Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 016 Go up and sit?

The fox kept a smile on his lips, did not speak, did not make a sound, just smiled and watched Lear operate.

From the time he checked the information to the time he made a plan, Lear spent two full days unhurried, unhurried.

The same goes for foxes.

Lear is not in a hurry, she is even less anxious, and she should give herself a vacation.

In the past two days, she watched Lear like this, from investigating the background, stepping on the point to probe, making plans, preparing guns, and a series of operations in an orderly manner.

It was an eye-opener for her to work as a team.

She is simple-minded, she has never thought of betraying the organization, among the killers of all organizations, after leaving the organization, the weakest person must be her, she can't even find funds, channels, and even can't buy a car or get a gun.

But it is precisely because she is as pure as a monk that her combat power is second only to Cross and X in the organization.

The burden of monitoring Vesri can only fall on her head, and only she can match the cross.

Lear knew in his heart that he didn't want to join the group so easily, in fact, he had never seen the core of the entire organization's cohesion: the Destiny Loom.

Sloan was just fooling him with this kind of righteousness and theology, and he just believed, not believed, hehe.

Killers don't matter if they kill one or two today.

And Lear is even simpler, more direct and rude, as a black household, he has no room for bargaining at all, after agreeing to Sloane joining the group, he has no way back, dare to disobey the order of the organization, and immediately a bullet will come.

Watching Lear prepare his guns and then prepare the car, she couldn't help but whistle.

"Didn't you want to make things a little easier?" She couldn't help but ask Lear.

"This is a human life, how easy is it to kill." Lear said to the fox without looking back.

The expression on the fox's face moved slightly, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

When Lear had everything ready, the fox followed him into the old Chevrolet.

"Are you planning to assassinate a prosecutor with this?"

She couldn't help but give Lear a hint.

Although they had checked, the car was not under Lear's name.

But it was always Lear who was driving.

Once in the midst of an assassination by a prosecutor.

This car must have been the focus of the police's investigation.

Lear didn't speak, just dropped his backpack with the gun on the back seat of the vehicle and hooked his hand at her.

The fox couldn't help but sigh, opened the co-driver's door with his long legs, and sat in Lear's co-pilot.

The modified old Chevrolet let out a dull roar, and if it were not for the silenced exhaust to mask the strong engine sound, the people around would immediately be able to hear the engine roar comparable to that of a sports car.

In the surprised expression of the fox, the old chevrolet suddenly flew out far away.

By the time Lear drove more than an hour from Queens to the Bronx, it was already night.

The black people who wander here also like to wear black sportswear, rude and casual crossing the road, if you are not careful, you may bump into a black unknown object.

Without jobs, idle sunspots are looking for any opportunity to make money today.

Touching porcelain is a good idea, and grabbing it directly is another, but the order here has not collapsed to the point where they can be unscrupulous.

Even in Gotham City, which is already very weak, the police have been weakened to an outrageous point, and the local bad guys have not directly blocked the road and robbed the car.

Of course, if Lear had parked his car here, it wouldn't be certain.

The thief was able to quickly open the door in a matter of seconds and quickly drive his car away to the neighborhood they knew best.

This group of car dealers who are familiar with the road may only give these petty thieves a few hundred dollars.

They will easily grind off the engine number, frame number, modification color of the car, and finally sell it to used car dealers for a few thousand dollars.

Of course, if it is a little more ruthless, it is too lazy to change, and the original car is directly sold to Africa and Latin America, and there is also a profit of several thousand.

It's just that Lear is very confident in his car, and compared with ordinary old Chevrolets, after tens of thousands of dollars of V8 modification, the anti-theft performance far exceeds this group of petty thieves.

After parking his car in a paid parking lot, he almost did not hesitate to find the most handsome Camaro Hornet in the parking lot.

A simple tool, a flat crowbar, gently reaches into the Camaro window and easily opens the door of the Camaro.

Then take out the master key, insert it into the keyhole of Camaro, and slightly violently poke, pound, shake.

Easily hit Camaro's engine, this time, Camaro no longer concealed its identity as a large-displacement V8, and let out a roar that resounded throughout the parking lot.

This is the car that Americans love, large displacement, large exhaust, very arrogant.

However, as a killer, driving this kind of car daily is too swaggering, and many killers would rather drive a Mercedes than a high-performance sports car.

But sometimes, in order to ensure that you can escape the pursuit of the police, such high-performance cars are a necessity.

It's hard to choose.

The fox looked at his series of operations, raised his eyebrows, and after sitting in the co-pilot of Bumblebee, asked Lear: "This is all taught to you by the repairman?"

Lear nodded, he already had a certain talent and foundation in unlocking, and his lockpicking skills became stronger after being educated by repairmen.

He knew that he was a black family and had to undergo intensive training in this area.

But I didn't expect that his unlocking was already like this, and there were no skills to appear, which made Lear quite depressed.

"Let's go, go and kill him directly."

Lear had done a lot of preparation before, but now he directly killed the fruit.

This contrast before and after makes the fox quite strange.

"Now you're starting to get anxious instead?"

Amid the roar of the bumblebee, Lear drove straight to the target's house.

"This kind of thing must be fast, solve it immediately when the police and even the gangsters can't react, the essence of the assassin is to hit and go, if it is not hit, it is a sign of lack of confidence," Lear's car drove fast, always pressing the lowest milemeter in this block.

The United States, this strange country, is one of the few remaining countries in the world that still uses imperial units, and even his father Britain himself does not use imperial units, what feet of gallons.

This has caused a lot of trouble in the lives of ordinary people, and they are also mentally retarded.

But the bloated bureaucracy, the divided local polity, could not integrate these things in a unified manner, so that until now, the counting unit in the United States is still in chaos.

Some companies use the imperial system, some use the metric system, and it is no wonder that the American infrastructure is so poor.

The parking lot was close to the prosecutor's block, and after a while they stopped in front of the prosecutor's house.

Even Harlem has a high-class residential area for high-class people to live in.

If Lear was driving his old Chevrolet, the community police here would have targeted him the first time he entered the community.

But he now drives a 50,000-dollar Cocamaro Bumblebee, and community security guards and police officers don't look at him, watch him with a beautiful fox, and even take off his hat to say hello.

This is the United States, nakedly on par with money.

When Lear and the fox arrived at the prosecutor's door, his family was happily celebrating something in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Their parking space was less than twenty meters from the prosecutor, which was the best sniping distance for killers with adrenaline-control skills.

But both the fox and Lear were silent.

Is it really going to shoot her father at dinner in front of an innocent girl, in front of their family?

What a shameless, cold-blooded, cruel act?

"Have you investigated his background?" Lear slowly rolled down the window, took out the pistol from under the ribs, and slowly screwed on the silencer.

"What did you investigate?"

The fox's eyes flickered, as if he remembered something.

If Lear remembers correctly, her father, a former prosecutor, was murdered after being brutally abused.

She should have been adopted later, and her education could not keep up, so it was impossible to analyze how many people her father had offended as a prosecutor, and how could a murderer who escaped from prison accurately find her home and torture her father.

"He is a good man, with justice in his heart, fairness and justice, even those criminals admire him, he tries to let them go when facing helpless crimes, but he is fair and harsh for bad villains, Harlem people like him, even criminals face him, they will retreat, and the gangsters are respectful to him."

"He's a good prosecutor, he's done his best, because of his presence, the whole Harlem security rate is ten percent better a month, and if he continues to do it, the whole Harlem will become a good place like the rest of New York City."

Lear's words made the fox's gaze flicker even more, and it was clear that her heart was also constantly struggling, fighting heaven and man.

Even if she is a person with another background, even if she is praised by Lear, it is difficult for her to have this sense of substitution.

But now, she's really struggling.

"Such a good guy, who would want him to die."

"I guess that apart from God, only politicians who covet his position can have this kind of thinking and ruthlessness."

After Lear inserted a crowbar into the fox's heart, he did not continue to introduce the prosecutor's life story to the fox.

Like a truly cruel killer, he set up the silenced pistol with the elbow of his other hand, and the adrenaline quickly filled his body, constantly enlarging and enlarging the prosecutor in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The silenced pistol emitted a dull sound, which was quickly absorbed in the car.

The sound of glass shattering, the sound of human bodies exploding, and women's screams resounded in this space at the same time.

Lear put the gun back into his pocket, started the unstalled vehicle, and left the location smoothly, while slowly raising the window.

"But that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore."

Lear said calmly.

"People die like lights out."

"When you die, there is nothing."

The vehicle drove smoothly out of the neighborhood.

American communities are not the same as Chinese communities, although they also have clear demarcation lines, but most of the high-end communities are far from the side of the road, and there is basically only one trail to enter and exit, but this kind of path is undefended and has no security.

Community patrol officers are appointed to be employed by community management companies.

There is a right to shoot only within the community.

And they spend most of their time squatting in the office.

Only when the siren goes off will they leave the office and drive to the apartment or villa where the thief might enter.

Americans value privacy so much that they don't even like the prying eyes of their neighbors, and they like to plant shrubs or dwarf trees on both sides of the fence, not to mention these hired community patrolmen.

So this state is the most comfortable distance range for both sides.

But this also caused a certain problem, that is, if there are really thieves, it is difficult for the community patrol to ensure their safety in the first place.

But there is a new solution to this problem, and that is to buy a gun.

Most fools don't have guns, and even when they do, they are terrified when they enter the room and rob them.

Weak-hearted, they will already begin to be afraid and retreat in the face of the loud shouts of the homeowner.

If the homeowner still has a gun, whether it is a pistol or a Remington 870 shotgun, its deterrent power will be greatly increased.

What's more, in order to protect the safety of his family, the homeowner will really not hesitate to disarm the gun.

Due to the existence of the castle law, they shot and entered the house, and the robbers would not have any legal problems.

So they really will shoot.

In this way, the burglary is less daring.

Everything in America is full of the flavor of a game between the two sides.

All kinds of trade-offs are going on.

But when you buy a large villa at a cheap price in a remote area, whether it is network signal or security, you need to pay a greater cost to guarantee.

When Lear left the upscale neighborhood in the Bumblebee Camaro, the community's security guards hadn't even been alerted by the prosecutor's wife.

Americans are very skilled in handling gunshots, and it has the best gunshot wound hospital in the world.

Even ordinary people know what to do with gunshot wounds.

After the initial surprise and screams, the first thing his wife thought of was to go up and press the wound to prevent excessive blood loss.

Covered in blood, she pressed the wound on her husband's chest with tears in her eyes, and according to common sense, she had realized that her husband was no longer saved.

But even so, she tried to save her husband as best she could.

Their 10-year-old daughter was completely frightened, and after screaming, she could only watch her mother perform first aid.

"Honey, go ring the bell."

"Go ring the bell!"

In her mother's loud roar, she seemed to come to her senses and stumbled towards the entrance of the door.

In a few years, all single-family villas in the United States will be equipped with high-tech anti-intrusion systems that will be inspected by community patrol officers.

But now the early warning system button of the American villa is still in the master bedroom of the master and the entrance to the door.

If you see a suspicious person at the door, you can immediately ring the alarm bell at the door.

And if your house has been invaded, the alarm bell in the master bedroom is your last refuge.

How to ring the bell and how to call the police is a compulsory course for American children from an early age.

Even this little black girl is no exception.

Soon police cars and ambulances followed, blocking the entire neighborhood.

Many people involuntarily walked out the door, trying to ask the police what had happened.

But the police are not polite this time, even if they are upper-class people, even if they live in high-end neighborhoods, but in the face of a prosecutor's life and death events, everything can be checked.

They broke into his neighbor's room without a warrant from the prosecutor.

Trying to find any clues.

Ordinary people in the United States cannot afford to call an ambulance, and an ambulance costs thousands of dollars, but politicians who are prosecutors do not have to worry about this, and everything is paid for by the American government.

Even because of his special status, the ambulance was specially equipped with a top gunshot wound doctor.

"You're doing well, ma'am, and leave it to me next." Dr. Che also specially comforted her, and after a little channeling to ease her emotions, he began to examine the prosecutor's injuries.

But things on this side have nothing to do with Lear anymore.

He drove the Hornet all the way back to the parking lot, and parked the Hornet in the previous position, as if no one had noticed, or the owner had come and called the police.

But such a small thing as losing a car happens in the United States every day, and there are tens of thousands of incidents.

At most, the patrol police come to see the scene and open a list, and the things after that will not be under their control.

No one drove a car, under the helicopter of the TV station, and the police engaged in drag racing.

Otherwise, they can only pray that the stolen car happens to run into a police officer on patrol.

Along the way, both Lear and the fox were very silent.

Lear knew why the fox was silent, but he didn't say anything.

Facts and truth need to be investigated by her own to be effective, and for fanatics, other people's words simply cannot shake her.

The two drove the Chevrolet back to Lear's apartment.

"Are you going to go up and sit?"

Lear asked this because he wanted to part ways with her directly here.

Unexpectedly, the fox hesitated, bit her sexy thick lower lip, and suddenly nodded: "Good." "