I'm Not a Hero of God, I'm a Driver in Meiman

Li Cha pointed out the door, "There!"

The armor was put on in an instant, startling Eddie.

Immediately, Li Cha pushed the sofa over, and Eddie's words were immediately blocked by the sofa and turned into incomprehensible woo woo woo.

Outside the door, a man in a suit with long hair combed back and a black man with an afro stepped cautiously into the yard.

"Vincent, I think it's wrong to borrow this mission." Afro said, while installing a silencer on Sandhawk.

"Jules, you forgot your identity. You are not a senior member yet, so you have no right to choose missions." Vincent said, looking at Jules' gun, "You have to use a gun like Sand Eagle, Also install a silencer? Isn't it awkward?"

"I have insufficient firepower syndrome." Jules said with a black face.

"Forget it, be careful, the hotel has already discounted a member, this investigation is not that simple." Vincent rushed to the house first and stuck to the wall.

Jules followed, but the premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

Coming here may be the wrong decision!

Suddenly, a figure flashed, blocking the moonlight, and Jules shuddered.

Bang!

Two heads, one black and one white, collided together, and the tomato juice splashed freely like graffiti, staining the wall in large swathes of red.

Karma +290!

Oh, it's worth the money!

Li Cha was excited.Is the Continental Hotel so stupid?Just a junior member is so valuable?

this is amazing!

More!I want more!

Kang busy, don't stop!

Of course, the Continental Hotel's investigation mission would not just send such a small number of people. After all, it was suspected that an intelligence officer had died and another member had been lost. This time, five groups totaling ten people were directly sent to investigate.

Li Cha soon met with the other four groups.

Among them, what impresses him the most is a couple of killers. The man has a bald head and the woman has blond hair. They call each other Mickey and Melory. They are dressed like rock singers from the previous era. They don't seem like killers. .

But the two of them were ruthless enough to get on the trolls, and the police came to the door.

Fortunately, Li Cha had experience, and the evidence was completely eliminated, so no suspicion was raised.

"The Flame Fist is really a must-have skill for killing people, killing people, traveling at home, and it's so easy to use." Li Cha couldn't help admiring the outstanding talent of this move in destroying corpses and traces.

If it is to control the common fire, it is impossible to burn it cleanly, but when the flame fist is used, it will be over once it is burned and exploded. There is no trace, not even the smell of burning flames.

perfect!

Eddie got out from under the sofa a long time ago. Seeing that Li Cha had nothing to say, he seemed to have completely accepted the fact that he would always be tied up.

After being busy for a short time, the day passed quietly, and New York entered the bustling night again, but a certain building was still busy at the moment.

###Chapter 28: Killers Assemble!Cassian, Perkins###

On a mysterious floor, a group of girls in pink sleeveless shirts, dark gray knee-length skirts, and tattooed shoulders and arms are busy in an orderly manner.

On a row of desks, six or seven girls were organizing files and recording information in an orderly manner, and the phone rang.

"Operator, which line will you guide?"

"Open an account."

The call was transferred to an older woman who was wearing the same blouse and knee-length skirt. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Open a special hunting account."

The woman picked up the paper, "Account name?"

"Location, 72 4003nd Street, Madison Avenue."

"Verification code?"

"ECB-110."

"The status of the killing order?"

"public."

"Bounty?"

"One million dollars."

"Processing, please wait a moment."

The woman printed a document with an old-fashioned printer and handed it to another girl. The girl rolled up the document, put it in a special transparent cylinder and sealed it, and then put it into a machine, and the cylinder was immediately ejected along the metal pipe.

Upstairs, a girl in front of the computer picked up the cylinder passed over, opened it, entered the content on it into the system, and hit enter.

The content of the killing order began to be sent immediately, and one mobile phone number after another flashed on the computer screen.

In New York, in a hotel with a very strange location that doesn't look like a hotel, a man with an elegant face picked up his cell phone, and there was a text message on it.

"Disclosure of Special Warrant - Location 72 Madison Avenue, 4003nd Street - One Million Dollars"