The Zhengfang Building has just been completed and put into use, and many of its floors have not yet been renovated, or are still in the renovation stage. This gave McCarron room to maneuver and engage in guerrilla warfare.
In the last battle, although he repelled the enemy, his arm was also scratched by a stray bullet. What's more important is that the opponent seems to have eyes behind him. No matter where he hides, the enemy will soon chase him.
Could it be that a locator is installed on me
McCarron groped all over his body. He had discarded everything he had taken from the enemy's corpse, but he still couldn't get rid of the trace.
Finally he looked at his phone.
No way, could it be that the other party has located his cell phone signal
McCarron looked around, dialed a number at random, kept the phone in calling mode, then stuffed it into a corner, and hid himself.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for several masked thugs to follow him and rush to where the phone was. But when they dug out the mobile phone from a pair of decoration materials, the thugs realized that they had been fooled.
Unfortunately it was too late.
McCarron appeared silently from the darkness with two guns in hand. Bullets shot out like a violent storm, knocking down all the thugs.
From here you can see the difference between Macallan and other Johns, such as John Wick.
John Wick is good at shooting skills and pays attention to killing with one hit. Whether he is fighting or shooting, he has a cruel beauty.
John McCarron, on the other hand, uses another method, no matter what the aim, accuracy or shooting skills, he just pours out all the bullets. Even if my marksmanship is not accurate, I can still kill the opponent with quantity.
It's really fun to shoot like this, but the price is a lot of bullets.
Fortunately, McCarron never seemed to worry about bullets.
After firing all the bullets in the pistol, McCarron flexibly removed the magazine. He just reached out to his waist and pulled out two magazines and loaded the pistol respectively.
It looked like there was no bulge in the lower back covered by his shirt, and it didn't look like there were traces of a large amount of ammunition hidden there. It was also unclear where he pulled the magazine out from.
"They really located my phone."
McCarron looked at the phone with its screen on the ground in amazement, snorted, raised his hand and shot the phone to pieces.
Just when he turned around pretending to be a lone hero, he was about to leave as a lone hero. The thug who seemed to have been shot to death by him suddenly got up slowly from the ground and roared at McCarron's back.
McCarron frowned and looked back suspiciously. The masked thug stood up again, his whole body making a crackling sound as his joints moved, and his muscles expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The jacket that had been shot to pieces was stretched open and torn, revealing a body of muscles that could be said to be abnormal. But in this dark room, the body's tendons emitted a faint green light.
McCarron snorted and looked at the strange thugs. Without saying anything, he raised his hand and fired.
But as soon as he raised his hand, the thug rushed straight towards him like a truck at full speed. McCarron was caught off guard, and he only had time to fire two shots before the thugs rushed in front of him and smashed them with fists as big as casseroles.
McCarron lowered his head hurriedly, and his fist whizzed past his head. The strong wind brought by it even swept away a few of his sparse hair.
At the same time, the thug bent his knees and lifted up, slamming into McCarron's chest. Fortunately, McCarron also had a lot of fighting experience and knew the attacks he might suffer next. When he lowered his head, he already had his hands on his chest to protect him.
But even so, the force of the knee collision was still beyond McCarron's imagination.
At that moment, McCarron thought his hands were about to break, and the pistol flew away involuntarily. Just like the goalkeeper, the ball flew into the air, smashed into the wooden wall behind, and fell hard to the ground.
With a groan, Macallan opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Watching in horror, the enemy smashed through another wooden wall and ran rampant like a monster.
This is still human
Under the neon lights of the building diagonally opposite, the light in this room is much better than before. That's why McCarron saw clearly that the opponent's facial features had been deformed and distorted, and there were countless small bumps on the skin of his body, which looked very disgusting.
The most important thing is that the other party's pair of red eyes, without a trace of white, are completely as scarlet as blood.
Seeing the other person's cold expression without any emotion, McCarron understood that the guy opposite him must be on drugs.
That's right, McAllen has arrested countless drug addicts, most of whom were high and in similar condition to this guy.
He himself has fallen into a state of hallucination, believing that I am invincible in the sky and on earth. Both strength and agility are indeed much stronger than ordinary people, but because his thinking has become chaotic, the threat is relatively small.
For example, this guy has forgotten to use his gun.
It’s just that I don’t have a gun anymore, what should I do
There was no room for McCarran to think of a solution here. The thug had already rushed over and reached out to grab McCarran. McCarron casually grabbed a steel pipe on the ground next to him and smashed it onto the enemy's knee.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and the thug's right knee was obviously deformed. But in McCarron's shocked eyes, the thug just tilted his body and then stood up straight.
His deformed and bent knees were bent back hard and immediately returned to their original shape.
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McCarron swallowed, turned around and ran away, almost rolling.
This guy's pill is definitely not an ordinary medicine. Damn it, it obviously goes against the common sense of the human body.
The thug grinned ferociously and jumped up, but he forgot that he was now taller and stronger. As a result, he jumped too high and hit the ceiling.
There was just a "dinging" noise, and the entire ceiling, which had not yet been fixed, collapsed, covering the thug firmly.
"Haha, you stupid guy deserves this."
McCarron still had time to turn around and extend his middle finger behind him. However, he was so happy that he didn't pay attention. A big foot stretched out from the darkness in front of him and kicked him back.
Pidos, who was holding a small video camera, smiled at McCarron who looked up from the debris in a panic, pointed to the camera in his hand, and then made a gesture to McCarran asking him to perform.
"You damn bastard"
Just as McCarron was about to rush out, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from behind and pushed him to the ground, and then his fists fell like a violent storm.
Looking at McCarron being brutally tortured on the TV screen, Vigo smiled: "How?"
Norman said calmly: "Although the physical fitness in all aspects has indeed become stronger, it is not stronger than I imagined. What's more, the side effects are also very obvious, that is, the intelligence has dropped significantly, which is nothing like a crazy beast. the difference."
Vigo smiled and said: "I admit that I have flaws, so I asked you to cooperate."
Norman put his hands on his chin, thought for a while, and then nodded: "I need to see your finished product first."
"No problem," Vigo stood up, "Please follow me."
He stretched out his hand and swung it on the bookshelf, and the bookshelf immediately separated to the left and right.
But neither Vigo nor Norman noticed that when they entered the darkroom, the battle situation on the screen changed.