Chapter 114

The black car smashed into the railings locked with chains and roared into the abandoned parking lot. The following three SUVs showed no weakness and also followed in.

The pursuers probably knew that the parking lot was a dead end, and they didn't shoot in a hurry. Instead, they pursued them. They should want to catch Sharon alive.

The tires screeched and the car barely stopped when it was only half a meter away from the front wall.

Sharon looked back at the SUV that stopped not far behind, smiled and said to Chen Meimei, "lie down, stay here, I'll be back soon."

Chen Meimei nodded cleverly. She was already curled up in the back seat and pressed down even lower at this time.

Sharon "Kala" loaded the pistol, moved his neck, pushed open the door and rushed out.

[low level pistol shooting Specialization - activate]

[low level melee fighting Specialization - activate]

[low level marksmanship - activate]

"Pa pa..."

Walking in the front, a big man with a gun trembled twice, and his head burst out a mass of plasma.

In the dark parking lot, Sharon was like a ghost, flashing between the pillars and abandoned vehicles. Every time you show up, you must take away a life.

The quality of the gangs at the end of the day is almost the same. Even these Russians are not as good as those Mexican militants. Without seeing Sharon at all, he just shot wildly around with a gun.

So in a short time of more than ten seconds, all the bullets in everyone's hands were shot out. So when he hurriedly changed the magazine, Sharon quietly appeared from the shadow, and the HK416 taken out from the grass sprayed a fatal flame!

With the rapid gunfire, these gangsters fell half in an instant. Looking at the corpses of their companions, the blood of these young maozi was also inspired. Two of them, tall and strong, simply raised their guns and howled and rushed over. He tried to attract Sharon's attention and give other companions time to change magazines.

Unfortunately, Sharon doesn't need to change the magazine.

If the other party keeps away from himself, he may cause some trouble, but taking the initiative to approach is to die. After all, with the bonus of "passive skill: low-level Mozambican shooting", the closer the distance, the higher its accuracy.

Sharon almost didn't need to aim, so he shot the two brave men in the head, followed by a shuttle to beat the wool of the other two who had just changed their magazine into honeycomb briquette.

"Kaka..."

Sharon's HK416 is empty.

At the same time, the last two gang members frantically pulled the trigger on Sharon. Just between the lightning and flint, Sharon flew a foot and lifted a corpse in mid air, attracting the enemy's attention.

He squatted down instantly, pulled out M9 and hit the last two gang members steadily.

"Plop!"

While the body picked up by Sharon landed, the two people killed by Sharon also fell to the ground.

"Hoo... Done! Even experience and points are not given. It seems that these guys have nothing to do with the case. "

Sharon stood up, looked at the corpses on the ground, took a long breath, and suddenly glanced: "Damn it, I forgot to ask the origin of these old maozi. It must be a big deal to dare to shoot in New York City in broad daylight. "

"They are the yollahs from the Bronx."

A familiar voice sounded.

Xie Lun didn't look back. While replacing the magazine for HK416, he smiled and said, "you're watching the play and don't say anything to help."

"No need." Looking at the bodies, the sweater man who kicked his hands in his pockets shrugged, "don't talk about them, even I'm not your opponent. Whether it's shooting or quick reaction, you're the strongest person I've ever seen. "

"Card" sound, Sharon loaded the rifle and looked at the sweater man: "how did you find here?"

The sweater man tilted his head to the parking lot: "follow the woman who wants to assassinate you on the subway. Don't say, take off the disguise. It's still a blonde. "

"Really? What about her? "

"After seeing the picture of you killing these people in the dark, she immediately retreated without looking back." The sweater man smiled, "if I were you, I would be careful of trap bombs or long-range sniper guns in the future. Anyway, I have no confidence to play close combat with you."

The sweater man was right. At this time, Mrs. Smith was gnashing her teeth and issuing an order with her assistant: "prepare explosives and sniper guns... Go to TMD to keep a low profile. You haven't seen that guy's skill. Close combat is death... Damn, is the strength of NIA agents so abnormal?"

Mrs. Smith would not have thought that at this time, her husband, Mr. Smith, was standing in the kitchen wrapped in towels, frying eggs and making a phone call: "accident, last time was a pure accident, otherwise I would have killed the target... Don't worry, I won't play those fancy things again this time and stab them in the back... That's right, Close assassination is my best skill! "

Not to mention how the two killers died, Sharon and the three had driven out of the parking lot and changed a car on the way.

"Luke Wright," the sweater man offered to hold out his hand to Sharon, "a former member of NIA's New York sixth action team."

Sharon glanced at him, did not shake hands with him, but said coldly, "as far as I know, there has never been a sixth action team in the New York branch."

Luke smiled bitterly: "there is this team, which is established by Mayor fili. The funds and staffing belong to the New York Police Department, just to declare that it belongs to NIA."

"Will NIA agree to do so?"

"Why don't you agree? It's just a name. Besides, mayor fili has a good eye in New York. If he doesn't have a good relationship with him, he can't stay in New York. "

"In that case, how did you leave the action team?"

Luke sighed: "nothing, just different ideas."

Sharon sneered, "you can't stand the black inside?"

"We did crack down on many criminals at the beginning, and most of the gangs were suppressed and transferred underground. But with the passage of time, they gradually deviated from their original intention and even went too far than the gang. "

Luke couldn't rely on his seat and said faintly, "in an operation, they killed an innocent child in order to kill his mouth. In a rage, I wrote a report letter to my superior. However, the result was that everyone was not affected at all. Only I was expelled from the action team. "

"Since then, I have lived a vagrant life. I have done enough work in sweeping the streets, collecting garbage, dredging sewers and so on. Later, my wife became ill. In order to earn medical expenses, I had no choice but to go underground and fight black boxing. "

"A year ago, because I didn't fight fake boxing, the people of the yulaier Gang brutally killed my wife, forced me to wander and killed anyone who had contact with me in order to force me to commit suicide."

"A year, a whole year, I really can't stand it. Just now, I want to commit suicide on the track. It was the child who saved me, so I want to save her. "

Luke looked back at Chen Meimei sitting in the back seat.