I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

"Peer?"

Sensitive nerves made Wick notice the difference in the black man for the first time. However, adhering to the principle that more is better than less, as long as the other party does not trouble him, then Wick can't bother to take care of the other party's nosy.

The train started slowly, and with the swaying of the carriages, the speed increased quickly, and it drove into the dark tunnel in the blink of an eye.

The carriage swayed like a cradle, and after a while, Smith lay on his seat and snored loudly. Wick sighed and looked at Smith with complicated eyes. Isn't the life of men so miserable after marriage?

"...I solemnly give you a suggestion, Jinpen wash your hands..."

Smith's words circulated in Wick's ears, and Wick became meditative. After an unknown period of time, suddenly the black man stood up and awakened Wick.

Wick stretched out his hand to press on his waist, seemingly indifferent, but in fact stared at the man in black. I saw the burly, cold-looking black-clothed man passing in front of the two of them expressionlessly and walking towards the next carriage.

Wick breathed a sigh of relief. After watching the car door close, he glanced at Smith who was still asleep at Roar Roar, snorted, took out his phone and took a photo of him.

"Tsk, brother Smith, how much would you pay to redeem this photo?"

Just when Wick suddenly had a bad taste and was thinking of taking tricky photos of Smith, a tall, thin man with a camera walked past them.

Wick frowned slightly, looked suspiciously at the man's back, hesitation for a moment, he got up and followed.

At the moment it was already midnight, and there were not many passengers on the last train. After leaving Wick, who was obviously troublesome, the black-clothed man found that the car behind was empty, and then walked backwards. There was only one blind man in the next car.

The man in black did not choose to do it, until he walked into the third carriage.

Looking at the three men and a woman who were obviously drinking up high before him, the man in black silently drew out a huge, shiny silver steel hammer from the black suitcase in his hand.

Then in the blurred eyes of the four, the man in black slammed down mercilessly.

"my God!"

Hiding behind the car door, watching the blood flying in front of him, Skoff felt that he had an urge to go to the toilet. Clamping his legs, shaking his hands, shooting quickly.

However, before he took a few shots, the black-clothed man who was going to kill him found him and immediately chased him with a bloody sledgehammer.

Skoff really couldn't hold it anymore, turning his head and running backwards as he opened the gate and released the water. When he looked up, he just saw Wick who was about to open the door and walk in. He hurriedly shouted: "Run, kill!"

Wick's pupils shrank and he looked at the black-clothed man who strode out of the opposite car with a sledgehammer in his hand. He drew his pistol without hesitation: "Get down!"

"I wipe it!"

Looking at the boss from the opposite side, Skoff pulled out his gun and hurriedly drilled into the seat next to him.

In fact, before Skoff escaped, Wick had already aimed at the man in black and pulled the trigger neatly. Hearing only two sounds of "bang" and "clang", the sledgehammer in the hands of the man in black actually blocked the bullet shot by Wick.

The stray bullets flew randomly in the car, and after ejecting in several directions, they finally rubbed Skoff's head and shot into the back of the seat opposite, directly letting Skoff release the last bit of stagnant water.

"Dude, can you do it? Aim, you can't change mine."

Skoff's words did not have any effect on Wick. Although his expression was slightly startled, the muzzle in his hand was not messy, and he steadily pulled the trigger again.

"Boom boom..."

Three shots, standard Mozambique shooting skills, two torso shots, one headshot.

It's a pity... it was completely blocked by the black man with a hammer.

"This guy... is not an ordinary person!"

Wick narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the man in black who was walking towards him. In his opinion, the man in black is full of flaws, and according to his marksmanship, he should have shot his head long ago.

But why can he block the bullet with a hammer every time?

One time can be said to be a coincidence, but all four times?

"...I only know one thing, contact with him will be unlucky for no reason..."

For some reason, these words of Smith came to Wick's mind.

"Is it true that Smith is right, as long as you have had contact with Sharon, you will be unlucky?" Wick shook his head immediately, "How could it be possible that I am a staunch materialist, how can I be superstitious about this kind of thing? ."

At this time, the man in black had already walked to the middle of the carriage. The blind man, who was curled up in the seat with his head, just like Skoff, suddenly stretched out his blind cane, which happened to be inserted under the feet of the man in black by accident. He tripped and fell and a dog chewed on the mud.

"..."

Wick didn't know what to say for a while.

The BOSS, who was still murderous in the last second, tripped over a thin and long blind stick in the next second, lying on the ground.

This change in style of painting is a bit unpredictable.

However, Wick was only slightly taken aback for a while, and then he raised the muzzle, and the man in black was blasted away from the back of his head with one shot.

Red and white splashes showered Skoff's face all over.

He vomited an unknown object flying into his mouth, trembling with his legs, stood up tremblingly, carefully walked around the body of the man in black, hid behind Wick, and whispered: "This guy should be dead, right? ?"

Wick looked at the black-clothed man with his head open, frowned and said, "It must be dead. If I don't die, I will..."

For some reason, Wick's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't say enough.

The blind man who made a great contribution also stood up, groping to walk outside. Just as Skoff wanted to step forward to help him, the man in black suddenly grabbed the blind man's ankle with his hand and yanked him to the ground.

"Oh my god, what's the situation?"

Skoff jumped three feet high and hid behind Wick at a faster speed.

Wick was thankful that he hadn't finished speaking just now, raised the gun, and shot all the remaining bullets in one go.

Then just as he quickly changed magazines, the man in black who had been beaten on his back like a hornet's nest, slowly straightened his waist, picked up the hammer on the side, and smashed the poor blind man's head with one hammer. It's sloppy.

"damn it!"

Skoff turned his head and ran away very unscrupulously.

Looking at the man in black who stood up again, he said that Wick didn't panic. It was a fake, but as a brother in the assassin world, the male god in the circle had to be polite even if he escaped.

Wick shot twice at the knee of the black-clothed man, then turned and stepped on his long legs, and Sa Yazi ran away. Before Skoff could react, he surpassed Skoff.

Despite being shot in both knees, the disabled man in black still insisted on holding the hammer and limply chasing Wick and Skoff.

It's just a bit slower.

After Wick and Skoff passed through the empty carriage, the man in black reluctantly opened the door of the carriage.

"Smith, you drunkard, don't TMD sleep."

Wick had no regard for his image of a male god, and even swear words came out. Flew a kick and kicked Smith: "Get up and run, and I will explain it here if you don't run."

Smith just opened his eyes in a daze, the door of the car they were in opened, and a subway worker in uniform walked in and said in a deep voice: "I am the conductor, what are you doing?"

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