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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0079_part_02
Chapter 118
chapter 0079 part 2
"I like this job!"
The burly man kicked the fallen Wan Xi four or five meters away, drew his handgun, and fired several shots at the black gang gunmen who hadn't reacted yet.
A black man with a nose ring didn't even have time to react before being hit by several shots in the chest, turning him into a honeycomb.
"Fuck!"
Another black man who was close by was so scared that he lay on the ground, his hand trembling as he reached for his handgun.
*Whoosh!* A katana directly pierced his back, pinning him to the ground.
A mysterious person completely wrapped in black armor stepped on his back, pulled out the katana, and with a backhand swing, chopped off the hand of another henchman who was trying to shoot him.
"Nice job, Snake Eyes!"
The burly white man gave a thumbs-up to the mysterious person whose head was covered by a black helmet, and with a backhand, he grabbed a henchman by the neck.
*Crack!* With a slight exertion of force from his arm, which was as thick as an ordinary human's thigh, the unlucky guy's head saw his own rear.
"Want to see who kills more!"
The burly white man clenched his fist and gave Snake Eyes a challenging look.
Snake Eyes twirled the katana in his hand and extended his little finger towards the burly white man.
The two exchanged a look filled with tension, and just as they were about to rush to deal with the remaining few henchmen.
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft..."
After several silenced rifle shots, a familiar voice came from the communicator:
"Roadblock, Snake Eyes, hurry up, we have a mission. General Hawk's orders, we need to go to the Middle East to perform a rescue mission!"
The burly white man shrugged at Snake Eyes and tapped his communicator: "Roadblock, copy!"
As the two walked out of the Illegal Clinic, the burly white man stepped on the neck of the just-reawakened Wan Xi, snapping his neck with a crunch.
"One more than you!" The burly white man grinned, showing a row of white teeth, and held up one finger towards Snake Eyes.
"Pfft!"
Before the burly white man could be happy for too long, Snake Eyes threw his katana backhand.
Zhong Xi, who was hiding nearby, trembling, didn't even have time to react before the sharp katana directly pierced his temple.
Snake Eyes walked over, pulled out the katana, and wiped the red and white liquid stained on the katana with the clothes from Zhong Xi's corpse.
After wiping the katana clean and inserting it back into the scabbard on his back, Snake Eyes also extended his index finger towards the burly white man and gently shook it.
The burly white man spread his hands, and the two walked out of the Illegal Clinic side by side.
...
"I still quite like this job!"
In the passenger seat of a military Humvee, the burly white man held a flat flask, drinking and chatting with the driver in the driver's seat.
"I've long disliked these gang thugs, but I didn't expect those important figures in the Department of Defense would actually let us clean up these gangs. How do you say it in the East? Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!" "Oh right, what mission are we going to the Middle East for?"
"To find a missing billionaire. We're not going back to Serbia. We're going straight to the airport. There's a plane there, direct to Afghanistan!" The driver answered the burly white man's question while driving.
"Billionaire? When did that become our job?" The burly white man took a dissatisfied gulp of alcohol.
"The optical camouflage you're wearing and a lot of the equipment at our base were developed and manufactured by him. What do you think?"
The driver glanced at the burly white man.
The burly white man touched the oversized camouflage uniform he was wearing. "Tony Stark?"
Thinking of the sensational news from the past two days, he suddenly understood. No wonder they had to dispatch their special forces unit to find someone. Tony Stark was a favorite of the Department of Defense.
In the back seat of the Humvee, Snake Eyes sat with his arms crossed, watching the burly white man chat with the driver next to him.
Suddenly, Snake Eyes turned his gaze towards the car window. Two Mercedes-Benz cars passed them.
Through the open car window, Snake Eyes's gaze met that of a burly man wearing a black skeleton shirt.
Danger. Like two fierce beasts meeting on a narrow path, the sixth sense between kindred made Snake Eyes instinctively reach for his katana.
The three cars quickly passed each other.
The burly white man in the passenger seat also seemed to have seen the person in the passenger seat of the passing Mercedes-Benz car. He muttered to himself in confusion:
"Why is he here?"
"Who is it?" The driver's position didn't allow him to see the person in the passing Mercedes-Benz car, but he noticed Snake Eyes's reaction through the rearview mirror.
To be blunt, Snake Eyes was the most skilled person in the entire special forces.
Anyone who could make him react with vigilance instantly was definitely not an ordinary human.
"Frank Castle! Former Marine Corps Captain! I've dealt with him before, a very capable person!"
The burly white man looked at the taillights of the departing Mercedes-Benz car through the rearview mirror. As if afraid the two didn't know how capable Frank was, he added, "While in the Marine Corps, he received the Medal of Honor, the Navy Cross, 3 Silver Stars, 4 Purple Hearts, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom!"
Hearing about these almost complete set of honors, the driver gasped.
In the back seat of the Humvee, Snake Eyes's black face mask hid his expression, but from his eager, almost drawing-his-katana posture, it was clear that a competitive spirit had been ignited in him!
...
In the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz car, Frank leaned against the car window, holding a phone in one hand and extending the other hand out the window, playing with a ballistic knife.
The sharp blade rotated between his fingers, and faint blood-red spirit marks could be seen on the blade.
As Frank's fingers rotated rapidly, the ballistic knife seemed to turn into a line of fire, with faint firelight flashing in the night sky.
"Okay, I understand. I will definitely take over the Los Angeles smuggling business before the Boss comes out of seclusion!"
...
"Sir, we've found them. These are anonymous accounts opened in Swiss Banks!"
"I like this job!"
The burly man kicked the fallen Wan Xi four or five meters away, drew his handgun, and fired several shots at the black gang gunmen who hadn't reacted yet.
A black man with a nose ring didn't even have time to react before being hit by several shots in the chest, turning him into a honeycomb.
"Fuck!"
Another black man who was close by was so scared that he lay on the ground, his hand trembling as he reached for his handgun.
*Whoosh!* A katana directly pierced his back, pinning him to the ground.
A mysterious person completely wrapped in black armor stepped on his back, pulled out the katana, and with a backhand swing, chopped off the hand of another henchman who was trying to shoot him.
"Nice job, Snake Eyes!"
The burly white man gave a thumbs-up to the mysterious person whose head was covered by a black helmet, and with a backhand, he grabbed a henchman by the neck.
*Crack!* With a slight exertion of force from his arm, which was as thick as an ordinary human's thigh, the unlucky guy's head saw his own rear.
"Want to see who kills more!"
The burly white man clenched his fist and gave Snake Eyes a challenging look.
Snake Eyes twirled the katana in his hand and extended his little finger towards the burly white man.
The two exchanged a look filled with tension, and just as they were about to rush to deal with the remaining few henchmen.
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft..."
After several silenced rifle shots, a familiar voice came from the communicator:
"Roadblock, Snake Eyes, hurry up, we have a mission. General Hawk's orders, we need to go to the Middle East to perform a rescue mission!"
The burly white man shrugged at Snake Eyes and tapped his communicator: "Roadblock, copy!"
As the two walked out of the Illegal Clinic, the burly white man stepped on the neck of the just-reawakened Wan Xi, snapping his neck with a crunch.
"One more than you!" The burly white man grinned, showing a row of white teeth, and held up one finger towards Snake Eyes.
"Pfft!"
Before the burly white man could be happy for too long, Snake Eyes threw his katana backhand.
Zhong Xi, who was hiding nearby, trembling, didn't even have time to react before the sharp katana directly pierced his temple.
Snake Eyes walked over, pulled out the katana, and wiped the red and white liquid stained on the katana with the clothes from Zhong Xi's corpse.
After wiping the katana clean and inserting it back into the scabbard on his back, Snake Eyes also extended his index finger towards the burly white man and gently shook it.
The burly white man spread his hands, and the two walked out of the Illegal Clinic side by side.
...
"I still quite like this job!"
In the passenger seat of a military Humvee, the burly white man held a flat flask, drinking and chatting with the driver in the driver's seat.
"I've long disliked these gang thugs, but I didn't expect those important figures in the Department of Defense would actually let us clean up these gangs. How do you say it in the East? Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!" "Oh right, what mission are we going to the Middle East for?"
"To find a missing billionaire. We're not going back to Serbia. We're going straight to the airport. There's a plane there, direct to Afghanistan!" The driver answered the burly white man's question while driving.
"Billionaire? When did that become our job?" The burly white man took a dissatisfied gulp of alcohol.
"The optical camouflage you're wearing and a lot of the equipment at our base were developed and manufactured by him. What do you think?"
The driver glanced at the burly white man.
The burly white man touched the oversized camouflage uniform he was wearing. "Tony Stark?"
Thinking of the sensational news from the past two days, he suddenly understood. No wonder they had to dispatch their special forces unit to find someone. Tony Stark was a favorite of the Department of Defense.
In the back seat of the Humvee, Snake Eyes sat with his arms crossed, watching the burly white man chat with the driver next to him.
Suddenly, Snake Eyes turned his gaze towards the car window. Two Mercedes-Benz cars passed them.
Through the open car window, Snake Eyes's gaze met that of a burly man wearing a black skeleton shirt.
Danger. Like two fierce beasts meeting on a narrow path, the sixth sense between kindred made Snake Eyes instinctively reach for his katana.
The three cars quickly passed each other.
The burly white man in the passenger seat also seemed to have seen the person in the passenger seat of the passing Mercedes-Benz car. He muttered to himself in confusion:
"Why is he here?"
"Who is it?" The driver's position didn't allow him to see the person in the passing Mercedes-Benz car, but he noticed Snake Eyes's reaction through the rearview mirror.
To be blunt, Snake Eyes was the most skilled person in the entire special forces.
Anyone who could make him react with vigilance instantly was definitely not an ordinary human.
"Frank Castle! Former Marine Corps Captain! I've dealt with him before, a very capable person!"
The burly white man looked at the taillights of the departing Mercedes-Benz car through the rearview mirror. As if afraid the two didn't know how capable Frank was, he added, "While in the Marine Corps, he received the Medal of Honor, the Navy Cross, 3 Silver Stars, 4 Purple Hearts, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom!"
Hearing about these almost complete set of honors, the driver gasped.
In the back seat of the Humvee, Snake Eyes's black face mask hid his expression, but from his eager, almost drawing-his-katana posture, it was clear that a competitive spirit had been ignited in him!
...
In the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz car, Frank leaned against the car window, holding a phone in one hand and extending the other hand out the window, playing with a ballistic knife.
The sharp blade rotated between his fingers, and faint blood-red spirit marks could be seen on the blade.
As Frank's fingers rotated rapidly, the ballistic knife seemed to turn into a line of fire, with faint firelight flashing in the night sky.
"Okay, I understand. I will definitely take over the Los Angeles smuggling business before the Boss comes out of seclusion!"
...
"Sir, we've found them. These are anonymous accounts opened in Swiss Banks!"
