Beautiful Man

Franklin walked into the living room, his excitement has not faded: "Boss, today is a day worth celebrating, I will go out to buy some wine."

"That's right, it's really worth celebrating."

Jason smiled and waved.

He understood Franklin's mood very well, thinking that the night he robbed a convenience store and grabbed more than ten thousand dollars, he couldn't sleep with excitement all night.

After he went out, Jason changed his position and lay on the sofa, turning on the system light curtain to watch the reputation value increase.

Ding!Reach 300 reputation points and get a chance to recruit from the party.

Jason clicked to recruit, and his pupils shrank instantly.

"It's him!"

After a while, Jason was overjoyed.

awesome!

Now there is even his undercover inside the police.

Click!

At this time, the sound of opening the door with the key came from outside the door.

Apart from Franklin at home, only Dennis had the key.

Maybe it's back from shopping.

Jason ignored it and continued to browse the system light curtain.

Suddenly, his whole body was puffed up.

wrong!

Why is this person walking silently!

Oops!

Killer!

Jason bounced from the sofa, grabbed the Glock pistol in the lower waist with his right hand, bent his calf backwards, and kicked his heel on the pistol sleeve.

Click!

Load the bullet!

It only took Jason a second or two from detecting the enemy to loading the bullet, and the army sharpshooter probably did nothing more.

But... it's still too late.

The killer has entered the living room.

Dark linen tunic, plain Chinese face, eyes sharp as a falcon staring at its prey.

This is a master!

The alarm bell in Jason's heart was loud, and he raised his hand to shoot.

That person moved!

Flick the drooping right hand!

Huh!

A small flying knife instantly penetrated Jason's arm, and a few blades emerged.

The pain was unbearable, the palm of his hand reflexed open, and the pistol snapped to the ground.

Jason resisted the pain and threw himself to the ground, trying to pick up the pistol with his left hand.

Boom!

Another throwing knife hit the ground, no more, no less, just blocking the fingers of his left hand.

If he is one point slower, or Jason is one point faster, his fingers will be cut off.

What a terrible knife technique!

Jason felt bitterly cold and never dared to pick up a gun rashly.

The killer came over and kicked the pistol with his foot in cloth shoes.

"Jason Walter?"

The killer asked, the weird colloquial pronunciation sounding twisted.

Jason got up from the ground, pulled out his arm throwing knife, and answered in Mandarin: "Yes."

The killer was a little surprised. Having lived in the United States for so many years, it was the first time he encountered a fat sheep with such a standard Mandarin.

"Long admiring the name." The murder complimented in Chinese.

Jason snorted coldly: "Ask an unanswered question, who is your employer?"

The assassin moved his hands and feet and showed his boxing routine: "If you beat me, I will tell you."

This time it was Jason's turn to be surprised. Before he saw the killer kill for the first time, he had to try it.

But since he wanted to die, Jason naturally wanted to satisfy him.

"what!!!"

Charged up with a roar.

The killer showed contempt, slid away and then punched.

Jason fisted in his chest and flew out, hitting his back on the TV.

There was a tearing pain in the chest and back, and the smell of blood filled his breath.

This punch may hit the acupuncture point, and Jason's limbs were a little weak.

Am I being seconded?

Jason was completely confused.

For more than ten years of vertical and horizontal underworld, he has encountered countless powerful enemies, but it is the first time that he has been hit by a move.

Shit!

Isn't it said that boxing routines are all fancy?

What is the situation!

The killer retracted his posture, shook his head and said disdainfully: "In the underground world, your name is like a thunderous ear. I wanted to discuss it with you a long time ago. I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable. It really disappointed me."

Jason hurriedly smiled bitterly and begged for mercy: "I'm just an ordinary person. It's okay to bully a gangster. How can I beat a martial arts master like you!"

While arguing, he quietly opened the system light curtain.

Fortunately, I left 10 attribute points, otherwise I would really be planted here today.

Power 3843

Agility 4040

Endurance 3540

Intelligence 4040

Remaining attribute points: 0

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Attributes plus points, there is a certain effect of healing injuries.

Add 10 attribute points to strength and endurance respectively, and most of the injuries healed instantly.

"Master! You let me go, I can give you double how much your employer pays."

Jason knelt on the ground and slowly crawled towards him.

The most famous murderer in New York just knelt in front of him like this, and the killer's inner sense of accomplishment burst instantly.

He raised his foot and stepped on Jason's shoulder: "Sorry, you can't pay for what she can give me."

Jason's head was drooping, and his dim eyes suddenly became fierce!

"Oh shit you!"

He leaped forward and threw the panicked killer to the ground.

The killer reacted quickly and punched him in the face with a fist.

He fisted hard, feeling dizzy, but still grabbed his hands.

"Fuck!"

Jason roared, poured the power of his whole body into his arm, opened his fist, grabbed four fingers, and then slammed outward.

Click!

The finger was snapped abruptly.

Ahhhhh!!!

Ten fingers connected to the heart, severe pain and bone loss.

The killer's power surged, and he broke free from the restraint, kicking Jason away with his feet.

The 40-point endurance is no joke.

Jason held back the sharp pain in his abdomen, grabbed his ankles hard, and flew him up in circles.

After a few turns, the strength builds up.

Jason slammed his head against the wall.

Snapped!

The moment he knocked down the concrete wall, the killer's head exploded like a watermelon!

Brilliant red blood, milky brain plasma... splashing around.

Jason was covered in blood and pain, he collapsed directly on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Jingle Bell!"

The old cell phone rang.

Jason crawled over and pulled the phone out of the killer's pocket.

"Is it done?"

An old and familiar voice sounded.

A figure suddenly appeared in Jason's mind.

He furiously said: "Gao! You old bitch witch!"

Mrs. Gao was surprised: "Jason, you are not dead!"

Jason roared: "Yes, I'm not dead, but the killer you sent didn't even have his head."

Mrs. Gao remained silent, and the most powerful killer under her command was actually killed.

"Gao! There is no grudge between me and you, why send someone to kill me?"

After the surprise, Mrs. Gao said in a flat tone: "For the peace and stability of the New York market. You are a radical and dangerous element. If you continue to make trouble like this, sooner or later my business will be ruined by you."

"Okay, okay, great!" Jason smirked: "Wait, old witch, I will come to you soon, I want you to see with your own eyes that you have been running a business for many years and I have been burned!"

Madam Gao laughed, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in history.

"My kid, no one in New York dared to talk to me like that. I'm waiting for you, I hope you don't dare to come."