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boom!

Another bullet, coming from another angle, almost pierced Zhang Ming's calf.

More than one sniper!

Coulson pointed to the subway entrance, wanting to avoid the snipers in high places. This is the easiest way.

Zhang Ming nodded, the three of them cautiously moved forward on the bunker, and the other party fired three or four shots in the middle. Fortunately, the goddess of luck was on Zhang Ming's side. No substantial damage was caused.

After entering the subway, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being targeted by snipers was not very good.

If the bullet of the sniper rifle hits the head directly, it may cause brain death in an instant.Zhang Ming doesn't know if there is still a chance to use editing in this situation. He doesn't want to try this kind of life-threatening thing.

"My colleagues are coming and we'll be safe soon," Coulson said.

Zhang Ming asked, "How long are they going to have?"

Coulson estimated the distance: "Fifteen minutes."

"We may not be able to wait until then." Zhang Ming pointed to a group of strong men in black, who were pushing away the crowd and running aggressively.

The temptation of [-] million dollars has driven the underground forces in New York into a frenzy, and it is impossible to make so much money even by robbing a bank.

Almost as soon as they got the news, the famous gang leaders and killers in New York stared at them.

The people who are rushing over now belong to the biggest gang force in New York, and their boss at the top is the famous Wilson Grant Fisk, that is, Jin Bing!

The biggest underworld leader in New York and even the United States.

This level of action is not a sign from Jin Bing, and it is impossible to attract the attention of this underground power emperor with only [-] million dollars. This is just an action organized by the small leader below.

But the members who can be accepted and accepted by Jinbian are naturally more difficult to deal with and terrifying than the ordinary underworld.

The vicious brawny man on the [-]th or [-]th came over, and all the pedestrians on the subway avoided. Zhang Ming just wanted to shoot, just at this moment the subway door opened, and a bunch of people came down. They used ordinary people as human shields and grinned evilly. Approach quickly.

Zhang Ming glanced at the entrance of the subway station, and there were still a steady stream of gangsters running in and joining them. He said, "We get on the subway, and they are always coming and going, so we can't be blocked by them."

The three got on the subway, and the gangsters followed.

Zhang Ming and the others walked towards the back of the car, and the gangsters were chasing them, and finally came to the last compartment. The ordinary passengers who were still in the car had already gotten out of the car in fright. After a few short alarms, the subway closed the door and restarted. .

The whole carriage was crowded with people, and there were about fifty or sixty people on the opposite side with weapons in their hands.

"Hand over that woman and a USB stick, and the two of you can get off at the next stop."

"You're fighting the government!" Colson exclaimed.

"Old man, do you think you will be afraid? What are you afraid of? Death?"

After the man in the lead finished speaking, his companions burst into laughter, "We are from Hell's Kitchen! We are afraid of not having money, of being looked down upon, of being bullied by others, but not afraid of death! We don't care about death, but I don't know if you care or not. ."

The gangster laughed wanton again.

Coulson was about to continue to say something when the little leader interrupted him and issued an ultimatum: "Shut up! Hand over that woman, we'll cut her off, and it's over."

Coulson was talking to the communication device in a low voice and quickly. S.H.I.E.L.D. is a huge international agency. Coulson has been an agent for so many years. find a way.

But no amount of methods can solve the urgent need.

Zhang Ming walked in front of Pepper and Coulson and blocked the gangsters' sight for them.

"Next stop, as long as my people are here!" Coulson whispered.

The distance of one stop is about three to four minutes, but the other party is about to pounce, and there are still three or four minutes.

"Small TV, how many clips and barrages do I have." Zhang Ming asked in the space of consciousness.

"If the host maintains the status quo and does not engage in activities that consume too much physical energy, there will be 13 edits left, and 27 bullet screens will remain."

Because it was on the subway, Zhang Ming couldn't use bombs, and the role of firearms in such a small space was just as pitiful.

Coulson is a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and his combat power is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary people, but after all, he is old and injured by a gunshot. Zhang Ming does not want him to participate in the war.

Zhang Ming held the gun in his right hand, took out a short knife from under his ribs in his left hand, and walked towards the gangsters.

Facing Zhang Ming with a gun and a knife, the gangsters did not show any expressions of fear, but became excited.Unlike the little gangsters like the tall and fat duo, they are real gangsters, and when they joined the organization, they had already made up their minds.

They put their guns away and drew their knives.

Clip!

Zhang Ming kept his last-minute state, and deleted the first few seconds. In the eyes of others, Zhang Ming, who was two meters away, disappeared and appeared in front of their leader like a ghost!

boom!

Zhang Ming put the gun on the trigger and pulled the trigger on the leader's face, and blood splashed on the face of a gangster behind him. At the same time, he raised his left hand from bottom to top, and the short knife pierced the jaw of a guy with tattoos on his face and pierced his brain. middle.

too fast!

From flashing, to shooting and swinging the knife almost at the same time, the two companions were killed instantly, and they reacted, shouting and slashing at Zhang Ming with their weapons!

Zhang Ming raised his head, a dozen knives were about to slash him, and the green cross cursor locked on the foreheads of the thirteen people in front of him.

Barrage launch!

The air behind Zhang Ming fluctuated, thirteen white lights flashed, and the thirteen gang members who were waving weapons in front of them suddenly stopped, and a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared on their forehead!

The corpse was still swinging the knife along the inertia, but there was no more strength. Zhang Ming grabbed one of the long knives and squeezed through the corpse into the surrounding circle behind.