People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 23 023. How much am I worth?
"You shouldn't be in this city, Mr. Wilson."

In the shocked eyes of Deathstroke, the expressionless Kara tore off the only half of his helmet and crushed it into pieces.

"What the hell are you..."

Bulletproof body, faster speed than myself, powerful strength, and when the opponent touches the grenade silently...

Why are there these people in this small city?

Moreover, his body could not move again...

It was exactly the same feeling as when he jumped just now. If it hadn't been for this reason, he wouldn't have gotten that shot before!
[fk! 】

One day he would be arrested for working because he had never been the target's helper!

"boarding."

The all-black off-road vehicle parked on the road not far from the two of them, and sitting in the driver's seat was a warm-hearted old man.

Zhang San sat in the passenger seat.

"Boss, are we going there?"

In the distance, Captain Mark, who was standing next to the police car, turned to look at Chief Daniel beside him.

The director watched Kara pushing a heavily armed man into the off-road vehicle from a distance, and saw that she forced the man into it.

This looks like a scene of kidnapping...but Director Daniel ordered the blocked convoy to release the black off-road vehicle.

Because everyone in the police station knows this off-road vehicle and Kara.

"Thank you."

Zhang San, who was sitting in the car, greeted them, and the group of people had a tacit understanding not to ask, not to arrest, and not to see.

After Zhang San's car left, the police cordoned off the area again and handled the aftermath.

...

In the valley villa.

Death Knell, who was tied to the stool, looked at the surrounding environment. He didn't expect that a small police officer could afford such a big house.

but…

Xiaotiaozi's marksmanship and physical fitness no worse than his own made Deathstroke feel that everything was reasonable again.

There are not many normal people who can fight him back and forth, Batman is one of them.

Now I have to add another note.

"So, how much did they pay you?"

Zhang San moved a stool and sat opposite the famous death knell, and asked the question he hadn't said before.

"Zhang San, a patrol officer at Evergreen Police Station. A kid who used to hang out with vigilantes and peace messengers..."

Hearing the death knell report his own information, Zhang San resisted the urge to interrupt him and quietly listened to the information that basically everyone knew.

But Death Knell doesn't seem to know about the Fennel Field Restaurant, Director Daniel still has some skills.

"For a bill of 200 million, you, a little policeman, are even worth more than some big shots."

One-eyed Deathstroke, whose hair and beard had turned white, spoke the price.

Hearing that he was worth 200 million, Zhang San touched the stubble on his chin and felt a little lower.

The black people who clamored to sue him every day not only sprayed words on the streets, but also posted videos asking for help online.

What kind of child lost his father, why his own son was a sensible and obedient baby who was shot dead by unscrupulous policemen...

There is no shortage of brainless people in the United States. Men and women who are overflowing with the heart of the Virgin like to give money to family members who call themselves innocent and say they are victims.

A group of black family members earn money by putting on a pitiful appearance. Such a group of people get together to hire a killer to kill him and only pay 200 million?

Just hire a killer! ?

Where is the hatred?Where is the resentment?Where did the money earned by pretending to be victims go?
"You came here for 200 million? Are you so short of money?"

"Two million is not low, for an ordinary policeman."

That's what Deathstroke thought before he came over. After he got Zhang San's information, he didn't think this target was a difficult person to deal with.

According to Zhang San's intelligence, he was a kid who had been with the vigilante on the street.

Even if his body has undergone some changes, it will show nothing more than better shooting skills and stronger strength.

I have to add that I like to kill people according to the law.

"How much do you think I'm worth now?"

Zhang San became interested. He wanted to know what kind of price this old killer could give him.

Deathstroke looked at him first, then moved his eyes to Kara next to him: "500 million for you, 5000 million for her, and 1000 million for those two mice."

???

"Are you serious? Are you kidding?"

The price difference of ten times made Zhang San very unconvinced. No matter how he thought about it just now, he felt that he should at least make a bottom line, but he didn't expect that it was only worth 500 million!

and!

Are there tens of millions of rats?

Squeeze Ma Ma Drops!

Look down on people, right?

"If she doesn't come to help, you're dead."

"Ha ha."

Zhang San did not refute his words. His melee combat ability was a shortcoming for such a character.

Not the top fighting skills are difficult to deal with an experienced death knell who can go back and forth with Batman.

Especially when you have two rats on one hand.

But that's okay because he has the invincible Kara!

As soon as the atmosphere became cold, the three eyes looked at each other.

Zhang San is considering whether to hand Death Bell to Mu En in exchange for banknotes, and Death Bell is wondering what he will do with himself.

After a few minutes, Zhang San, who had thought of something, said to Kara who was lying on the sofa watching TV: "Do a small operation on this Mr. Wilson."

?

The death knell froze for a moment, then immediately said:

"We just had a misunderstanding. If you let me go, I can promise not to take your order again and promise you one thing."

This is equivalent to saying that Zhang San can let Deathstroke take one shot for free, but...

Kara, standing behind Deathstroke, put a small thing into her split finger, and then her finger gradually shrank into a needle.

"What are you doing..."

Death Knell, whose head was forcibly held down, was beating faster and faster, and even if he couldn't see anything, just listening to the mechanical sound made him feel panicked.

"Don't move, or you will die."

goo-dong...

Carla's calm voice fell into the ears of the death knell and became very terrifying. He kept swallowing his saliva to try to relieve his nervousness.

There was a cold tingling sensation in the back of his head, and Death Knell felt something extra in his head.

"Don't worry, it's just a tiny bomb."

Zhang San used his warm mouth to say cold words that were not warm.

Deathstroke really wanted to give him a double-take. What kind of person would think that having multiple micro-bombs in his head is no big deal!

Oh, that's right.

Because it's not you bitch who has a bomb in his fucking head!
"What do you want me to do, kill someone? Clean up an underground gang, or..."

Deathstroke sent greetings to Zhang San's family in his heart, but on the surface he still looked very calm.

(End of this chapter)