People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 58

“You seem surprised?” Winston said with a smile. “Your appearance and height are exactly the same as Josh. There is no flaw. Is it the latest technology or super Ability?”

“Super Ability…Is it.” Looking around, together with Winston, there were four people nearby, Mike replied, “How did you see through?”

“I have worked at the Continental Hotel all my life, and I know the facilities and staff well. The appearance is very good, but it is difficult for people to imitate a person perfectly, especially habitual movements.” Winston asked, “Where is Josh?”

“I’m fainted. If you send someone to the back alley, you should be able to find him in the trash can.”

“If you didn’t kill the hotel staff, then you have to talk about it.” Winston didn’t panic, “You are observing the surrounding environment, but I regret to tell you that Continental Hotel is different from ordinary hotels. Most of the employees are retired mercenaries. , Killers, soldiers. Also, don’t forget, most of the residents here are killers. As long as there is a reward, they will immediately become hotel temporary workers. It is not a wise choice to confront or escape.”

“Who said I want to run away?” Mike grinned and looked up to the ceiling.

What is special about the ceiling?

No!

But other people didn’t know, subconsciously, the others followed Mike up and looked up.

Three identical “Josh” appeared next to “Josh”, and then disappeared instantly. Just when the others were slightly stunned, thinking that they had hallucinations, the “Josh”s appeared behind them and knocked them out with a knife before they could react.

“Josh” stood behind Winston, with a sharp kunai on his neck.

Winston said lightly: “I am not afraid of death.”

Mike nodded: “I believe this…but I can live, why die? I have no malice against you, nor am I against the Continental Hotel, but one of your residents is on my kill list.”

Winston: “The Continental Hotel prohibits killings, and breaking the hotel rules is the greatest malice.”

“It seems that we have some differences, but it doesn’t matter…because the rules are used to break, and, has anyone said that you are really pretending to be forced.”

Obviously, they are a group of dirty people who provide services to dirty killers, but they disguise themselves like old nobles.

hatui~

Mike stunned Winston and threw everyone who had fainted behind the counter.

The elevator doors opened.

“Josh…”

In the elevator there was a tall black man with a bald head that was as bright as waxed and polished. His name is Charon and he is a hotel manager, second only to Winston.

Mike punched what he was about to say back in the throat, and the latter passed out in a daze.

The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor.

“Room Service.”

No response.

“Express delivery.”

No response.

“Check the water meter.”

Still no response.

“Did you explode.”

Bang bang bang…

A string of bullets shot out from the room.

Da da da……

The pistol was replaced by an automatic rifle.

Standing against the wall, Mike said, “It’s me, bullseye!”

The bullseye in the room is maddening: Labor and management definitely know it’s you! He glanced at the window, which was fitted with solid steel railings and bulletproof glass. The facility that originally protected the bull’s eye instead imprisoned him in the house.

“Go to hell bastard!”

The bullseye took out the grenade and threw it into the corridor from the hole made by the bullet.

Mike took advantage of the situation and kicked far away.

boom!

The grenade exploded and the fragments flew around.

A sturdy man leaned out from the guest room next to him, “What makes people not sleep well!”

Tuk!

Kuwu wiped the big man’s cheek and flew over, leaving a thin blood line nailed to the door panel.

“Do you want to stay up for sleep?” Mike asked with a smile.

boom!

The big man closed the door heavily.

Another door opened. This time it was a beautiful woman in a purple suspender pajamas. She gave Mike a thumbs up: “How dare you break the hotel rules, there is something! The old lady’s bed welcomes you at any time, provided that she can survive.”

Mike: “…”

Who are they, are the killer soy sauce crowds so powerful?

The grenade was only used by the bullseye to delay time. He pulled a box from the bed, took out the RPG, and pointed it at the window.

boom!

The bulletproof glass and the railing were blown up together.

The scene was spectacular.

The bull’s eye can’t fly, he can only use the prepared rope to speed down. This technique uses a lot and is very proficient.

“This time, I won’t let you run away.”

Mike, who had just entered the room, saw the bull’s eye jump from the window. There were two cool beauties shivering and a special toy in the room.

“Really know how to play!”

Thinking of this, Mike felt angry in his heart. He works overtime in the middle of the night and spends money, but the bullseye is exploring the tunnel in a fancy way. Is he out of breath?

Mike looked down from the window probe and saw a downhill bull’s eye raised the muzzle and aimed at him.

A bunch of bullets…

Mike retracted his head and slashed the downhill rope.

puff!

A muffled sound was the sound of bullseye falling to the ground.

Mike looked down again and saw that he was wearing striped underwear. The bullseye was lying on the ground.

Hehe~

When falling to the ground, the bull’s eye is at most two stories high. Can the bull’s eye be killed?

Mike didn’t believe it.

really.

The bull’s eye has a sharp limb, endure the pain, get up, and run wildly.

“Run, run quickly.”

When in the hotel, as long as Mike is willing, the bullseye will not have a chance to escape from the hotel. No, it should be said that I will die in bed.

Mike decided to give the Continental Hotel a face and kill the bullseye outside the hotel. As for the bullet holes in the corridor, the walls that were baffled by the grenade… That was done by the bullseye. What’s the matter with Mike?

Although it broke the rules of the hotel, everyone can still sit down and talk.

During the escape, the bullseye looked back and saw Mike running vertically on the outer wall of the building, as if ignoring the gravity of the earth.

Three forks.

The bullseye suddenly realized that it couldn’t run away. He is not the kind of person who waits to die.

In a hurry, it was too late to put on clothes, so the bullseye only carried a strap with many flying darts in it. He turned around, staring at Mike who came by with a fierce look in his eyes.

“It’s almost time to end.” Mike took out Senbonzakura, “Spread it, Senbonzakura.”

The bullseye recognized the pink dust that had blocked the sniper rifle bullet. He threw a large handful of flying darts.

Among the many flying darts, one is like a boomerang, which actually drew a big arc and went around behind Mike.

only……

“It’s useless, Senbon Sakura’s defense has no dead ends.”

The biggest weakness is the non-injury circle. But even if the bullseye knows this weakness, with his Ability, what can he do?

Ding Ding Ding…

All flying darts bounce off.

“Anything else?” Mike said, “Anything can become a weapon for throwing murder in your hands.”

The bullseye was silent, and Mike was helpless. The only hope of surviving was for the killers of the Continental Hotel to take action. At the hotel window, many eyes have noticed the two people at the three-way intersection.

“Who is the employer?”

Mike turned his head and glanced at the hotel. “Did you give me the money? Those killers who don’t have money don’t nosy… Don’t count on Winston, he’s probably still dizzy.”

Mike killed the last hope of the bullseye.

“what!”

The bullseye screamed and rushed over, the amount of gravel in his hand and the two knocked out teeth in his mouth all became his weapons.

Such a person, if it weren’t for Mike, would be really difficult to deal with, and he might be overturned by him accidentally.

Senbonzakura wrapped the bullseye and turned him into a veritable blood man.

“You will never tell you who your employer is when you die!” The bullseye’s eyes were spiteful.

“It sounds like I must know.” Mike sneered.

The target eye swallowed one last breath.

Easily, finish the work. (Very rhyming)