Fox, the same top assassin, saw that her face was cold and not surprised, and once again took out a silver pistol and kept shooting at the red devil’s front window glass.
"Why don’t you want to …" Du Yu had a bad feeling that the fox smashed his window glass for no reason, definitely not because he wanted to enjoy a racing blast.
"Hold the steering wheel!"
The fox has no unnecessary explanation. The small fire extinguisher presses the throttle and wriggles out of the car. The silver pistol in the hood keeps breathing flames.
"I’ll go …"
Du Yu hurriedly controlled the red demon and stared at the front. To tell the truth, he was not looking at the road because the fox opened his legs and blocked most of the line of sight. Du Yu could try his best to keep his eyes open and rely on luck to avoid the traffic in front.
"Pink lace …"
Du Yu swore that he didn’t want to see it, but how could the fox not be seen when he was wearing a white lace dress? Du Yu suddenly liked Father Cross.
"With lace … I’ll go ahead. What should I do if the police set up roadblocks?"
Du Yu slaps the fox’s calf and feels good. Wake her up. If she is forced to stop, she will definitely be invited to the police station for coffee.
The fox realized the seriousness of the problem and didn’t hesitate. Her hole suddenly contracted, her heart beat rapidly increased, and her ability to play time started. The world in the fox’s eyes slowly stopped, and everything was slowed down. She kept processing the information received by the outside world and looked for ways to break through the card.
"Sit tight!"
Flying at top speed, the red demon fox suddenly slipped out and pulled the handbrake. The sports car jumped up due to great inertia and flipped 360 degrees to land perfectly.
If this move can be scored, Du Yu will definitely say that the difficulty is nine, and I will give full marks.
But the eye Du Yu has passed out, not because of shock, but because the fox just shooting positions is too ecstasy.
This red demon, ravaged by the fox cross, escaped the bullet and walked slowly to the destination to wait for Du Yu, which will be another test.
Chapter 22 Ann brera is a cat
Hum! Hum! Hum!
A few flies surrounded Du Yu’s ear and woke him up from a coma. Du Yu found himself lying on an old tool table and looked around. This is an old factory. For the assassin, their identities really match.
"Have you arrived yet?" Du Yu heart andao "this is the assassin’s alliance base? No, no, it seems to be a stronghold. After all, the financial resources of the Millennium organization are absolutely rich. "
"Hello"
Looking up from the floor to Du Yu, the old voice is an old black man with gray hair and a suit and tie. He gives people a sense of peace. No one thought that he would be the head of the Assassins’ League-Si Long.
"I’ll give him a higher one."
After saying this, the fox came slowly from the building, followed by a good knife. The butcher was proficient in firearms, and the gunner specialized in close combat and repairers came out one after another.
"VR coins, full VR coins"
Du Yu is very excited, and all the games are famous, the core members of the Assassin League with 5VR coins, and the black old man Si Long is worth 2VR coins.
Du Yuzhen wanted to take out M9 to kill someone in the place, but reason told himself that his realistic strength would be smashed just after he pulled out his gun and didn’t pull the trigger.
"Sir, I heard from this lady that you know my father. He just died on the top floor of the Metropolitan Building and he is a top assassin." Du Yu said slowly, "I want to know the truth and why you brought me here."
This is the line he wrote last night. The so-called urban routine is deep and has been practiced since ancient times. People know that before the plot develops, some routines can keep the top assassins in front of them.
"Your father is the top assassin among us. It’s a pity that he killed the enemy’s hand." Si Long took out a silver-gray pistol from the building. "You have the responsibility and ability to avenge him."
"I … I haven’t seen my father since I was a child. Twenty years later, you suddenly told me that he was dead and asked me to avenge him and let me kill him." Du Yu pretended to be difficult to understand, and his expression was slightly exaggerated. "I think you’d better have some evidence."
Si Long pulled out the trash can from the tool table and just woke Du Yu up. Most of the flies moved around the trash can.
"Hit the wings of flies with a gun."
Du Yu’s heart sinks, and he will always come and hide. No matter how perfect he plans, he can’t change the fact that Du Yu is not Wesley. He has no natural skills-how can he pass the Si Long test when playing? By luck? You can get rid of flies’ wings by luck?
"How is it possible to say that I’ve never had a gun before, and how can such a thing be done?"
Du Yuxin had a plan long ago and must be calm. After that, he can not only join the Assassin’s League, but also get the training of the top members of the Assassin’s League. Finally, the Assassin’s League should be destroyed in the cross.
Bang!
I don’t know when the gunsmith came behind Du Yu. He put a gun to Du Yu’s head. "If you don’t shoot on the count of three, I’ll shoot you."
"Don’t shoot me! I will fight! "
The silver-gray pistol is very heavy. Du Yu once again flashed a message from the shooting proficiency-pistol analysis information
Du Yu extracted important information from it and blurted out, "The gun weighs about one kilogram, and the magazine clip has been modified and expanded, and the barrel has been replaced with alloy material with better heat dissipation to ensure the stability of the gun during high-intensity continuous shooting, and the gun handle is engraved with marks, which is deliberately removed."
Du Yu’s voice fell, and the whole factory was stunned. The gunner looked at the monster and looked at Du Yu. His assassin’s alliance gunner Du Yu had a silver-gray pistol, which he personally modified.
Du Yu, who has never touched a gun, can know where the performance of the gun has changed just by starting with a pistol, which is incredible. It took him ten years to achieve this ability.
"Assassin’s talent skills are a little crooked?"
Si Long’s doubts will not be left to future generations when he rises from the bottom of his heart, but the descendants of top assassins will inherit some assassin talents more or less. Du Yu shows his innate affinity for guns, which means that he can become a top gunner with a little training.
But Si Long doesn’t need a gunsmith now. He needs an assassin who can kill the cross.
"How do you know all this?" Asked the gunsmith in surprise
"I didn’t know that I could feel all the information when I held a gun like a gun talking to me. It’s incredible that I still have this ability."
Du Yu looked surprised as if he had learned his ability for the first time.
"A lot of things were incredible to you before today. This gun is your father," Si Long said, taking the gun from Du Yu and shooting it at the trash can.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"It’s his code name, just like her code name is fox butcher, gunsmith, repairman, etc." Si Long squatted down from the ground and picked up three flies in front of Du Yu. "What you just experienced is not a neuropathy, but an assassin’s talent from your blood, which proves that you are a member of the Assassins’ League."
Du Yu stared at the three flies whose wings were knocked off in front of her eyes, and the secret passages in the heart of this group of assassins were horrible when they were abnormal.