Villain in MCU- CH-62. The God of Guns has arrived!

A yellow taxi was driving on the road near the southern suburbs.

David sat in the back seat, his eyes fixed out the window.

As a professional shooter, the first thing to do when arriving in an unfamiliar environment was to observe the terrain.

Even after leaving the war-torn country and returning to the United States, he still maintained this habit.

The driver was a middle-aged black man. He was probably too bored on the way, so he took the initiative to talk to David.

"Sir, are you traveling to Los Angeles?" The driver asked.

David nodded silently.

After successfully striking up a conversation, the driver continued, "It's really not a good time to travel to Los Angeles. Did you see the news today? Just yesterday, two big stars were kidnapped."

"One is the Hollywood movie star, Oscar-winning actress Christine, and the other is the super popular Canadian singer Avril Lavigne."

"Once the incident was exposed, everyone, whether they were rich or poor, became panic-stricken. Many people were so scared that they didn't even dare to go out."

David asked, "But you're still out, aren't you?"

The driver smiled and said, "I don't want to come out either, but I have to earn money to support my family. And I have a gun on me."

He patted the armrest proudly and said, "If I meet those robbers, I'll definitely give them a few bullets to taste."

"Sir, don't underestimate me because I'm old, but I'm a very accurate shooter. Whenever I have time, I go to the shooting range to practice. For example, with a pistol, I can hit 85 rings on a 50-meter moving target. Isn't that amazing!"

David smiled but said nothing.

He scored 85 points on the 50-meter moving target, which was probably his level when he was 9 years old.

The two were chatting when a police convoy roared past.

The driver suddenly became excited, "The police sent out so many people, could it be that they've found the kidnapper? Holy shit! There's a helicopter in the sky!"

David looked out the window, his eyes becoming extremely solemn. He quickly took out his cell phone and checked the address Jason had sent him.

Sure enough, this road was the only way to the abandoned factory.

The police's target was Jason!

This place was still four or five kilometers away from the factory. If they notified Jason now, he should still have time to escape.

David took out his cell phone and wondered what his boss's cell phone number was.

David was confused. How the hell was he supposed to find him?

Time was running out, and David made a decision in his mind before he had time to think.

When they meet again after a long separation, they must give each other a big gift.

He quietly reached into his backpack and pulled out a pen.

The driver followed the convoy not too far away. His attention was completely drawn to the cool-looking explosion-proof armored vehicle, and he was unaware of the unusual movements of the passengers in the back seat.

David pulled the cap off his pen, rushed over, and covered the driver's mouth with one hand.

"Hmm…"

The driver was shocked, but before he could struggle, a ten-centimeter-long pen pierced into his skull through his temple.

In an instant, the driver's life ended.

David loosened his grip and gave a gentle push.

The driver leaned forward and stepped hard on the accelerator with his right foot.

Boom!

The engine roared, and the taxi began to accelerate.

David opened the armrest box, took out a pistol and two magazines, and jumped out of the car with his backpack.

The out-of-control taxi continued to accelerate, getting closer and closer to the convoy, and then crashed into it with a bang.

Boooom!

The crash was so loud that the entire convoy came to a halt.

Fifty elite special police officers jumped out of their cars one after another, loaded their rifles, and walked towards the back vigilantly.

The taxi's engine was smoking, and they could only see the driver's face slumped over the steering wheel.

The special police were full of questions.

How much had he drunk to dare crash into a police car?

Two special police officers walked forward, one on the left and one on the right, to check.

When they opened the car door, they found the cab was filled with blood, and an unknown object was stuck in the driver's head.

"Something's happening!" One of the SWAT officers shouted at the top of his voice.

Bang!

A bullet shot from somewhere unknown, hitting him accurately between the eyebrows.

The special police officer fell to the ground and died on the spot without even a twitch.

"There are enemies, take cover!"

The special police officers involved in the arrest operation were the elite among the elite.

The moment the gunshots rang out, they fell to the ground and quickly sought cover.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and six special police officers fell to the ground.

They were all shot in the forehead, and there was no time to rescue them.

The special police felt a chill down their spines.

Judging from the sound of the gunshots, there was only one attacker, but the bullets he fired seemed to have eyes.

After a pause of two or three seconds, continuous gunshots were heard from another angle. After the gunshots stopped, another seven special police officers fell to the ground.

More than a dozen colleagues had died as soon as the fight started, but they hadn't even seen the enemy's shadow. This unknown fear continued to magnify, and the special police were on the verge of collapsing emotionally.

"Hurry up and ask for help from headquarters!"

A special police officer whose brain was still functioning shouted.

———

Conference room at New York Police Department headquarters.

The three bosses stopped their life-and-death quarrel and started chatting in a friendly manner.

The thoughtful subordinates had prepared champagne, and the moment the hostages were rescued, they let the three bosses drink happily.

At this time, a video communication signal came through.

The police chief laughed and said, "They are so efficient. They rescued the hostages in less than half an hour."

The military leader echoed, "These fifty-plus men are our most elite. It's easy for them to catch a few robbers."

The police technician answered the video call, and a panicked face appeared on the screen.

"The convoy has been attacked, requesting support, requesting support!"

After he shouted, the smiles on the faces of the three bosses disappeared instantly.

The police chief asked in surprise, "You were attacked! How many attackers were there?"

"One person! Only one damn person!"

The big guys were stunned and completely dumbfounded.

More than fifty fully armed elite soldiers were unable to defeat one person?

Today is not April Fool's Day! Right?

The police chief reacted and said quickly, "Hold on! I'll send someone to support you immediately!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Another burst of gunfire rang out, and the special police officer was shot in the middle of the eyebrows. Blood splattered directly onto the screen.

The police communicator fell to the ground, and the camera faced the desperate and confused face.

The conference room was completely silent, eerily quiet.

Everyone stared at the screen, eyes wide open in disbelief.

One man slaughtered an elite troop. What kind of enemy had they encountered?

"What are you still standing there for? Contact Rhodes immediately and have him send an armed helicopter for rescue! Notify all police officers, detectives, soldiers, and rescue teams to rush over as quickly as possible."

At the command of the military leader, the conference room suddenly became busy.

All the special police officers on standby at the police station rushed out and ran toward the parking lot.

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