My Private Marvel System

"So you live in her house?"

After hearing Long Xuan talk about his new residence, Father Mike couldn't help but smile. He is lurking here as a priest. Sometimes I still feel that my identity is not safe enough.

This guy was fine, and went directly into the police's house. It is not hard to imagine that the policeman must be scared enough.

"Yeah, she looks like she can't wait to kill me." Thinking of the cold reaction at the beginning, Long Xuan couldn't help laughing.

"It's better to be careful, the so-called most poisonous woman's heart, if she really thinks of any vicious way to deal with you..." After smiling enough, Father Mike reminded him solemnly. Now that Long Xuan had taken off the human skin mask, even if he was caught, there was no evidence to prove that he was the original "Dragon Xuan". But it's better to be careful when doing everything they do.

Before Father Mike had finished speaking, Long Xuan interrupted him disapprovingly. "Relax, I have warned her. Tell her that if she plays any tricks, she and her relatives will be hunted down. I don't think she dare to make any tricks." Like last time, he took her The aunt's family threatened her, but she was obediently following him to the hotel to open the room.

"Then this is the case. When I reported to the organization, I made up a set of rhetoric, saying that you accidentally exposed your identity. You know that lying like this is also a risk. If you let the instructor know..." Father Mike paused, did not continue, a glint flashed in his eyes staring at Long Xuan.

"I know, I said I owe you a favor." Long Xuan said coldly. I really don't know why such an old man wants to be alone? Does he have any enemies he wants to kill himself?

After getting back with Long Xuan's affirmation, Father Mike smiled. "Then this matter is forgotten. Are you doing anything else today?" He shouldn't just come here just to tell him his new residence.

Long Xuan did have other things today, he came to ask Father Mike about one thing. "Why do I have so few tasks in such a big place as Long Country?"

Long Xuan was really depressed. As far as he knew, even the lowest-level A-level killers of the shadow law enforcement agencies in the small and poor African countries could receive at least two or three missions a month.

What is he doing, he came to the Dragon Kingdom, which is known as the largest market in the East, and he has only four missions so far.

Is Dragon Kingdom a paradise on earth without any hatred?

He couldn't know what heaven was like, he just knew that even in the peaceful age of the assassin, he hadn't cut off his career. Where there are people, there will be benefits, and where there are benefits, there will be grievances. It is these grievances that nurture the killer industry.

It only takes a little money to realize a desire to kill. Seeing the enemy fall in a pool of blood has nothing to do with him. The police will not doubt themselves, and they will not be in trouble, so why not do it.

Of course, the killer here refers to those who have received professional training, have a very high psychological quality, are proficient in all kinds of killing tools, use a variety of methods to kill people, and regard killing as a profession. Those who collect a tens of thousands of pieces and stab someone are not worthy of being called a killer, at best they can only be called a swordsman. There are many clues left on the scene, such a person can't escape the police chase in all likelihood, and once caught by the police, they will definitely not hesitate to confess their employers and try to reduce their sentence for meritorious service.

In contrast, many professional assassins use guns to carry out long-range snipers, and even if they perform an assassination, they rarely leave anything as a clue on the scene. In the unlikely event that he gets home and is caught one day, he won't reveal any secrets. Maybe the police can get a complete set of rhetoric from the professional killer, but in the end it won't have anything to do with the employer.

So although the price of hiring professional killers is a bit higher, many people are willing to spend more to find a professional to do things.

Is it true that Long Guo is really a master, and the business has been robbed by others?

"Don't be so impatient, it's a bit less now, but it will grow more slowly in the future." Father Mike drank his coffee leisurely, looking very confident.

Long Xuan frowned slightly, not knowing how he was so sure. Thinking for a while, asked. "Isn't it because the eldest made me deliberately?"

Father Mike was taken aback for a moment, put down the coffee cup and looked at Long Xuan, with a serious expression on his face. "X13, I know that the instructor promised you that as long as you complete ten tasks, you will let you do one of your own things. I don't know what you want to do. But I can tell you very responsibly. There are so few tasks for a reason, and it has nothing to do with the instructors. You will naturally know in the future."

"..." Since Father Mike had said so, Long Xuan couldn't ask any more. Depressed, he took the coffee in front of him and drank it, then got up and left.

Long Xuan came to Master Li's waste car recycling station and picked up a few guns, and carried a few boxes into a van. Master Li asked curiously after moving the last box of bombs. "Why do you want so many bullets? There are four to fifty thousand rounds."

Long Xuan smiled and explained. "I recently accepted an apprentice, but I still don't know anything, so I should practice more."

"Accepted apprentices?" Master Li nodded suddenly, and asked casually. "Ready to train him as a killer?"

Long Xuan shook his head. "Let's take a look first to see how far he can hold on."

Soon Long Xuan came to the door of a shopping mall that had an appointment with Loach. I saw the loach waiting on the side of the road all the way, this guy really listened to him, he must have fought a lot these days. There were wounds everywhere on his face and arms, and many places were blue and purple.

Park the car aside and roll down the window glass. "Loach, get in the car."

Loach looked at him blankly for a while, and said with some doubts. "Master?"

Just as Long Xuan was about to explain, dozens of gangsters holding sticks suddenly came from a distance, pointing to the loach and shouting. "Where is that bastard, kill him!" "Beat him!!" "TM's, don't run!!"

The loach was agitated, and without Long Xuan's reminder, he opened the car door neatly and sat up. Before the gangsters approached, the car had turned its head and drove away, leaving behind the furious gangsters.

Loach breathed a sigh of relief, then stared at Long Xuan's face curiously, and asked carefully after a long while. "Master, is it really you?"

Long Xuan nodded, simply told him about the human skin mask, and asked. "You provoke a lot of people?"

The magical loach who was sighing with human skin mask raised his fist excitedly. "Master, you don't know. The day before yesterday, I beat up a **** who used to bully me and beat him to death. He called these people and threatened to abolish me." The expression on the loach here was a little confused. "Master, the method you taught me is very effective. It's okay to hit three or four. But as you can see, I can't beat so many people at the same time?"

Long Xuan nodded and said relaxedly. "It's good to be able to fight three or four people. Fighting can't just rely on brute force to fight, but also to fight wit. When one enemy is the same, you must find a way to not be defeated, and break one by one at the same time."

Loach questioned. "Master, how can you beat them one by one?" Those guys are not stupid, they won't line up one by one against him.

Long Xuan glanced at him and said casually. "Aren't you good at running?"

The loach patted his forehead sharply. "Aha, that's right. I will run with them, and there will definitely be a distance between them. At that time, I will knock down the first one. Then continue to run, and then knock down the first one. Keep cycling." After Gu Zi gestured for a while, Loach asked carefully. "Master, how many can you put your bare hands down if you do?"

Long Xuan smiled faintly. "As long as it is a person, there is a limit, and the advantage of a killer is to hide in the dark and give a fatal blow to the target, and will not expose yourself when it is not a last resort. However, if you are like that level of punk, it will not be a hundred without hand. It's difficult."

Loach opened his mouth in shock. "Wow, one hundred. If you have weapons, then you can easily kill hundreds of people? Master, I used to read the news and said that the chief instructor of the National Armed Police and Putin's bodyguards easily defeated Putin's bodyguards. What are you doing? kind?"

"..." Long Xuan has also paid attention to this news before. The so-called "Putin's bodyguard" is just a reserve bodyguard who has just been appointed. He wears the hat of Putin's bodyguard on his head, but he does not have the skills of Putin's bodyguard at all. Want to be promoted from a reserve bodyguard to a full-fledged bodyguard will have to undergo a lot of rigorous training to be competent. I think this kind of training will not be as difficult as their killer training. After all, what they want to guard against is the real killer. Even a slight mistake can threaten the lives of national leaders.

"You can hit two at most." But it's hard to say with a weapon in hand.

"Wow, Master is a cow!" Even that kind of person can knock down two, if you change yourself, the other person can beat yourself to death with one punch, right?

After more than an hour, the car came to the foot of Phoenix Mountain, which was far from the city. Long Xuan drove the car into a small road down the mountain. "Master, what are we doing here?" Loach looked at the unpopulated mountain outside the window. Does the master come here to hunt?

Long Xuan did not answer, and continued to move forward. After driving on the bumpy road for more than 20 minutes, a large bush of grass appeared in front of him. This is the end of the road. "Master, there is no way ahead." Long Xuan nodded, but didn't mean to turn off the flame. Instead, he slammed on the accelerator and rushed into the grass. This car has also been modified by Master Li, and the horsepower of the engine is enough to match ordinary off-road vehicles.

After passing through the grass, he continued forcibly over two small hills, and the wheel sank into a small pool of water, unable to move. At this time, Long Xuan stalled and got off the car. Looking at the surrounding environment, he nodded in satisfaction, opened the back of the van and took out the guns.

When he saw the gun in Long Xuan's hand, the loach looked dazed, and he took a gun and squatted it, not daring to talk. "Master, is this a real gun?" He just played with a toy gun before. He had only seen an earthen pistol for a real gun. But this new gun can shoot people.

"Of course." Wow! Long Xuan pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger with the muzzle facing the air. Bang bang bang! The deafening gunfire immediately resounded through the woods, making the branches and leaves fly freely, and a large group of birds screamed and fled from the branches and leaves.

"Master, do you mean I can shoot too?" Loach swallowed his saliva and pointed to himself.

Long Xuan nodded. "Aren't you going to be a killer? How can you not shoot?"

"Wow, I can use the gun too, it's really cool!!" Loach couldn't wait to raise the gun and aim it forward, pulling the trigger. Bang bang bang! He obviously didn't estimate the recoil of the gun, he staggered, and half of the bullets hit the air. However, he blushed with excitement, panting and drew out the remaining bullets.

After slowly calming down, Loach found that his performance was terrible. The tree trunk he aimed at only had three or four bullet holes, and the other two dozen bullets did not know where they were flying. Some embarrassed look at Long Xuan. "Master, do you think I have to start from scratch? What kind of kneeling and standing posture?"

Long Xuan shook his head and asked rhetorically. "What do you think is a sharpshooter?"

Loach replied without hesitation. "A sharpshooter is a master with a hundred shots and a hundred strikes and a hundred moves through Yang."

Long Xuan continued to ask. "Then how do you think you can become such a master?"

Loach seriously thought for a while. "It should be to practice the basic skills and train hard. I have seen many recruits aim for a long time with empty guns hanging from bricks..." As he said, he found that Long Xuan did not show approval, and cleverly closed his mouth. , Quietly waiting for Long Xuan to speak.

Long Xuan took out an empty can from the car, held it in his hand, and said. "There are two types of sharpshooters. One uses the eyes to aim, and the three points are in a line. The thumb and index finger fire together. The method is regular and not a bit sloppy. This method can be shot very accurately. The disadvantage is that it cannot quickly capture the target. A line of sight must be formed before the firing can be fired. This is called a sharpshooter on the shooting range. Actual combat is impossible..."

Speaking of Long Xuan, he threw the can into the air and raised two guns. Just when the loach thought that Long Xuan would directly raise his gun and shoot like in the movie, when he performed a hand-shot kung fu, Long Xuan quietly watched the cans pause in mid-air and then began to fall. When the can was about half a meter from the ground, the gun in Long Xuan's hand finally rang.

With only a snap, the can that was about to land bounced into the air at high speed. bump! With another gunshot, the can that had not reached its highest point changed its direction again and bounced to the right.

The gunshots were repeated, and the loach on the side was dumbfounded to watch the can bouncing around in mid-air, but never landed.

If he saw such a scene on TV, he would definitely think it was a special effect. But now this incredible thing really happened before his eyes, so he had to believe it. What kind of marksmanship is this? He also knew that if the bullet penetrated the can, it would never have such an effect. Every bullet would pass by the side!

After a long while, Long Xuan put down his gun, and the can also landed in midair.

"The other kind of sharpshooter is to fight by feeling, and can't practice hard. It's useless to hang bricks on the muzzle, or practice aiming with an empty gun. If you are an idiot, it is useless to practice. The real sharpshooter uses bullets It's coming out. If you fight too much, you will feel it. When you see it, you can hit a hundred shots and pierce the Yang with a hundred moves. This is called a sharpshooter." Seeing his demented expression, I don't know if he understands it.

While the loach was still in a daze, Long Xuan put out all his guns, AK47 assault rifle, MP5 submachine gun, FP-45 pistol, and Barrett sniper rifle.

The loach who finally got back to God could not help exclaiming when seeing so many guns. "Wow, so many guns? Are they all for me?" After speaking, he picked up his coolest sniper rifle and looked around.

Long Xuan pointed to the carriage. "Give you a month, you don't have to go back, stay here, and blow all the bullets here."

"Uh, Master, how many bullets are there anyway?" Loach saw that there were several boxes piled up in the carriage, and swallowed his saliva nervously, a bad premonition flooded his mind.

The corner of Long Xuan's mouth showed a smile that made the loach's creeps, and he said relaxedly. "Not much. Five thousand rounds of pistol ammunition, 20,000 rounds of assault gun ammunition, 15,000 rounds of submachine gun ammunition, and 10,000 rounds of sniper rifle. There are only 50,000 rounds in total."

50,000 rounds? The loach almost fainted. Isn't this called much? Shooting 50,000 bullets a month means that an average of 1,666 bullets are shot every day. He saw that the bullets in the box were all in bulk, which meant he had to press one by one into the magazine. Master also values ​​him too much, can he do it?

Ignoring the muddy loach whose entire face was suffering, he casually taught him a few shooting methods and jungle survival skills, and Long Xuan turned and left. At this time, Loach noticed the most important problem and hurriedly called him. "Master, what should I eat if I don't go back?" He doesn't have a problem if he doesn't go to H city for a month. He has provoked a lot of people in the past few days. He just hides here to avoid the limelight. But what will he eat this month?

"There is a box of instant noodles and a pot in the compartment. Are you holding a fire stick in your hand? Hunting yourself. Don't forget to burn the car before you come back. Don't leave anything behind." After speaking, he left without looking back. .

It was just after three o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to Leng Ruobing's house. After sitting boringly for a while, Long Xuan picked up the messy discs on the coffee table and went downstairs to the audiovisual store in the community.

"I finished reading so soon." The little girl in the video store greeted with a smile. Small video stores seem to be deserted, after all, few people come to rent discs in video stores now that the Internet is so developed. You can download and watch various high-definition movies online at home with just a click of the mouse. Who would spend time and money go to the audio-visual store to search for the disc.

"Yes." After a simple reply, he handed the disc to the little girl, and went to the shelf to select a new disc.

"Did your cousin find you a job?" The little girl asked casually after finishing the returned discs and putting them back on the shelf.

His cousin refers to Leng Ruo Bing, because the people in this community are very familiar with each other, and there is a man living in the cold home, and he is quickly known by the neighbors. I don't know what she thinks, she described Long Xuan as a distant cousin who came to H city from the countryside to find a job.

"I'm still looking for it." He casually replied with the selected disc and came to the counter to pay the deposit.

"If you can't find a job, just come here to work~www.wuxiahere.com~ The little girl smiled jokingly. Long Xuan just smiled faintly, and returned home with the CD.

Leng Ruobing, who came home from get off work, was a little dissatisfied when he saw more than a dozen new urban drama discs on the coffee table. "Hey, why do you watch these urban dramas every day."

Since Long Xuan's arrival, her TV has been "occupied" by him. Watching this kind of urban drama every day, he doesn't laugh when he encounters funny clips, but he still looks indifferent when he encounters misery. I really don't know what he is looking at?

Long Xuan answered her words surprisingly and seriously this time. "The instructor said that we had too little contact, so let's take a look at these. I say that we can learn a lot." Although the instructor is a bit abnormal, 99% of what he said is useful.

I heard that Leng Ruobing frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly jumped up, shaking and pointing at Long Xuan. "You, you didn't watch ‘’, did you?"

"I have seen it." Why such a big reaction? Long Xuan looked curiously at a strange cold face.

Hearing Long Xuan's answer, Leng Ruobing almost fainted. That **** instructor gave him a bad idea, no wonder this **** would live in his own house. It's just the plot of the TV drama, maybe this guy didn't imitate the plot deliberately, but the clips he watched have affected his way of thinking more or less.

There is also the fact that I was framed; the misunderstanding between myself and Lin Yujia; the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I wanted to pick up the DVD player and hit Long Xuan on the head.

"Look at your expression as if you want to beat me?!" Long Xuan asked faintly, seeing the expression on Leng Ruobing's face about to explode.

"..." She wanted more than a beating! ! An image of Long Xuan hanging up and beating with a whip suddenly appeared in his cold head.

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