People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 22 022. Rats, the situation is urgent now...

squeak...

Picking up the two mice that sprang out from the crack in the wall next to them, he smiled after looking at the backpacks on them.

Each of the two small backpacks contained half of the gold bars that had been chewed off. It seemed that the superpowers he gave the rats were quite powerful.

It's a pity that the mice can only steal once a day, if they can go out for 24... no, 12 hours in a row...

He has already imagined himself swimming in the pile of money, and a lot of beauties waiting for him.

After touching the little heads of the mice that poked their heads out of the paper cups, Zhang San thought it was necessary to equip them with space.

Since you can't increase the number of thefts, expand your backpack!

When he passed by the black district, he took a little look at everyone on the street inside.

There was a woman alone with her child, and there were also a group of young men using wooden sticks to hurt each other. The gangsters who ran away from Zhang San before were also smoking leaf cigarettes here.

But when he looked at others, there was also a group of people watching him secretly.

Zhang San, who seemed unaware of this situation, withdrew his gaze from the black area, turned around with a paper cup and continued walking forward.

Just after taking two steps, Zhang San, who had always been on alert, suddenly drew his gun and fired two shots into the air on the right.

Ding Ding!

call out…

Bang!
Ding!
The collision of bullets in the air gave him a chance to hide behind the car.

If there is no such strong physical fitness and magical shooting ability, then this wave of him will lie on the ground.

After replacing the magazine, Zhang San picked up the paper cup in one hand and his black extended version of the Desert Eagle in the other, ready to charge.

Based on the trajectory of the collision just now, the other party was probably hiding on the roof of the abandoned factory next to the black area.

His pistol has enough shooting range, and the opponent is holding a sniper rifle, so as long as he is careful, he will be fine.

"Competing with marksmanship, I've never been afraid of anyone!"

With a sprint, Zhang San who came out from behind the car took the lead and shot the figure lying on the roof.

Bang!
However, an accident occurred and his shot came up empty.

The figure on the roof reacted extremely quickly and dodged the shot!
"Oh shit!"

Realizing that Zhang San, who had a serious problem, was in danger in the open space, he raised his gun and watched for flying bullets while running while letting the mouse hidden in the paper cup shake him:

"Call Kara! We're in trouble."

The other party is 100% superhuman, because there is no way in this small town that there is anyone who can escape his bullet!

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!!"

In the villa, Kara, who got the news, instantly became indifferent.

She put down the rag in her hand, drove the car in the yard and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

At the police station, the police officers, who were disturbed by more than a dozen calls to the police, felt that the matter was not simple, so they reported the situation to Chief Daniel.

Hearing that it was Zhang San who was shooting wildly on the street, the director also noticed something unusual.

He ordered the patrol officers who were approaching the area to cordon off the area while he wore a body armor.

...

"How much did they give you?!" Zhang San, squatting behind a large green trash can, asked the air.

The trash can has two layers of thick steel plates. As long as the kinetic energy of the opponent's bullet can be reduced, he is not afraid that he will be shot.

As they ran over, the two of them exchanged shots for a while. Fortunately, Zhang San had a habit of carrying two pistols on his body so he could deal with the opponent's sniper rifle.

The fn5.7 pistol has 20 rounds of ammunition, which is just enough to resist the opponent's 20 rounds of rifle ammunition.

Fortunately, this person's marksmanship is a little worse than his own, otherwise Zhang San is really hard to say.

It's a pity that he didn't see the enemy's appearance clearly, but judging from the laning and the enemy's movement just now...

"Death knell! You don't go to Batman, what's the matter with me, a little policeman!"

Zhang San thought that he didn't offend the superhuman, so this person must have been hired.

In DC, there is only one person who has super reflexes, physical fitness, good marksmanship and also likes money.

There is only one now!
Since Deadshot is still doing hard labor in Waller's Dream Prison, it can't be him.

The answer is obvious: Deathstroke, a man who would do anything for money.

He is also an all-around king who can do everything, and his body is as tough as his young man.

And he is much more virtuous than Deadshot. Deadshot sold out his former employer after being paid by Batman in the Superman Justice League animation.

brush!
The knife flashed, and Zhang San, who sensed the danger, raised his pistol to block the knife.

"The gun is good."

Wearing a black and orange two-color helmet and armor of the same color, Death Knell held a long knife in one hand and praised the desert eagle without a gap.

Snapped!
Then a bullet flew towards Zhang San's head, because he had a pistol in his other hand.

When Zhang San crouched down to hide, a mouse in the paper cup jumped up and opened its mouth wide, blocking the bullet for Zhang San with its seemingly ordinary teeth.

Zhang San, whose heart was beating fiercely, quickly kicked Deathstroke in the crotch, and the opponent immediately retreated and dodged.

Snapped!Bang!
Ding!
The scene reached a deadlock again, and every bullet fired by Deathstroke could be intercepted by Zhang San's bullets.

He wanted to fight this guy with good marksmanship, but Zhang San, who was holding a paper cup in his hand, would not do it.

If there were no mice, then Zhang San would be willing to fight with the other party...

No wonder!
He found that the death knell was staring at his God of Wealth, probably because of the scene where the mouse blocked the bullet with its teeth just now.

boom!
While the two were chasing each other, a speeding off-road vehicle rushed towards Deathstroke.

In the car, Kara, who was holding the steering wheel, had a very calm expression, even though Deathstroke fired several shots at her!

Bullets hit her body one after another, making continuous metal collision sounds. Kara's body strength was far beyond what Zhang San's body could match.

Seeing that the gun was useless against the woman in the car, Deathstroke jumped before the car hit him...

Bang!
A precise bullet flew towards him in the air. Without any surprise, Deathstroke took the shot and rolled to the ground.

Kara immediately slammed on the brakes and jumped out. She caught up with Deathstroke who was running fast with a broken leg.

"Fk! What kind of monster is this!"

Feeling that he was going to overturn in this small town, Deathstroke didn't want to get too entangled with the strange woman in front of him. His hand touched his waist...

"Are you looking for them?"

Death Knell's pupils shrank, and the grenades that should have been hanging on his belt seemed to fall to the ground behind the woman when the two sides fought.

"I surrender!"

When the opponent was about to punch him in the face, he raised his hands and admitted defeat without hesitation.

However, the next second, his fist hit him hard in the face.

The helmet shattered, exposing half of Deathstroke's face to Kara's eyes.

(End of this chapter)