hsntnovel Chapter 579 Uninvited Guest
Chapter 579 Uninvited Guest
Under the firepower of the Thompson submachine gun, normal people may have been shot into sieves long ago. If John Wick's Mozambique shooting method focuses on "two shots in the torso and one in the head, shaking the head when the king of hell comes", then by Tom The goal of clearing the drum of the Xun submachine gun is basically "the god of death is silent when he sees it, and the Buddha sheds tears after seeing it."
After all, this thing is an important prop for a certain man named Xu Wenqiang who cosplayed in Shanghai.
However, unlike the old man in the normal timeline, the old man's body has not been developed to the so-called human body limit, and he is just a slightly stronger ordinary person. Coupled with his old age and years of smoking and drinking, which are constantly eroding his body, the old man's physical strength is depleted very quickly. He has just experienced a battle, and at this time, the old man's physical strength is actually exhausted...
Although the Thompson submachine gun known as the "Chicago Typewriter" shoots extremely fast, it also has a fatal weakness, that is, when firing, the initial spread of the bullet is very wide, coupled with the large recoil, it is more suitable for close range shooting. When dual-wielding the Thompson, it will be more difficult to hold the grip, and it is easier to amplify the shortcomings of the Thompson submachine gun.
The Harley Quinn of this world is completely different from the Harley Quinn of the normal timeline. As the second-in-command of the Weird Gang and the deputy of Joker Martha Kane (who returned to her original surname after the divorce) , Harley Quinzel is a powerful mafia killer in her own right, and her body flexibility is comparable to that of an Olympiad gymnast. Even when shot at close range, the old man’s bullets only hit Quinzel when he was not holding it firmly. Miss Er suffered multiple abrasions, which were not fatal.
This also led Quinzel to forcefully use the surrounding environment to dodge, and while the old man was emptying his magazine, he quickly escaped from the scene along the fire escape beside the wall of the abandoned factory.
The old man's weapons were not only two submachine guns. Seeing that Quezel was about to run away, the old man pulled out the grapple gun from his waist and aimed it directly at the top of the fire escape. The powerful reaction force directly pulled him into the air, and he was actually the same. Quinzel reached the top together.
"Hey! Old Bat! If Ms. J hadn't stopped me, I would have killed you long ago!" Feeling the footsteps and rapid breathing from behind, Quinzel did not stop, but instead accelerated his pace again, From time to time, she changed the direction of travel, dodging the bullets fired from the old man's pistol behind her. While moving around, she did not forget to give the old man a middle finger, "You are such a rotten old man! Ms. J just wants to bring a smile to Gotham! She What's wrong!"
"You guys, you bunch of macho stinky men, are so fucking inferior!"
The answer to her was the old man's bullet.
Seeing that there was no way to escape ahead, Quinzel pressed hard on both sides of his waist, and two yo-yos popped out of the belt... well... they seemed to be yo-yos.
Okay, now I know how this bitch got her code name.
One red, one green, two yo-yos were held in Quezel's hand. As the slender wrist swung, the rotating yo-yos actually shone brightly. She pointed the yo-yos toward the mechanical crane at the construction site in the distance. With all his strength, the rope connecting the yo-yo was extremely tough and long, and it directly hooked the steel frame of the mechanical crane. Quezel jumped up suddenly, turned around in the air to avoid the old man's bullet, and then easily swung to the mechanical crane. On top of the boom!
A friendly neighbor in Queens, New York, who did not want to be named, told me that if you give this girl a web launcher, she will definitely become the next Gwen Stacy!
The old man was in hot pursuit, and the grapple gun locked the steel frame of the boom in time. As soon as the bullets were fired, he ejected the empty magazine of the pistol in the air, inserted it into his waist, and reloaded with one hand!
"What an old antique. Don't you know that girls nowadays hate men who are chasing after them the most?"
Quezel smiled sarcastically. Below the mechanical crane was tens of meters in the air, but she had no fear at all. She stood on the edge of the crane, stretching her slender legs like she was doing gymnastics. With all four limbs, the yo-yo in his hand was thrown towards the old man, like an elegant dancer extending an invitation to the gentleman.
And the edge of the yo-yo has already popped out a sharp blade, like a poisonous snake showing its fangs!
"Bang! Bang! Boring!!!"
The old man opened fire at the right time to block the approach of the sharp-edged yo-yo. The place where the mechanical boom could land was really limited, but Quezel was very bold and performed a front handspring on the mechanical boom, a gorgeous gymnastics move. Instantly reversing her position with the old man, she played with the yo-yo rope superbly. While avoiding the old man's fire, she still had time to perform a "respect the old and love the young" massage punch on the old man from behind.
The fist landed on the old man's somewhat stooped back with a crackling sound. The old man wanted to turn around and grab him, but Quinzel took advantage of the situation and pulled the rope of the yo-yo, performing a wave of rope binding art.
"Snapped!"
The force from the rope on his left wrist and lower back made the old man's center of gravity unstable, causing him to trip. But Quinzel had already kicked the old man's right wrist that was holding the pistol!
The pistol detached due to pain in his wrist. The old man was only one step away from falling off the mechanical crane arm. If he fell from the height below, he would definitely be smashed into a pulp!
And just then...
"Break!"
A sharp sound broke through the air instantly!
The old man only felt the strength of the rope on his body loosen, and heard Quezel let out a shrill scream!
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
It never occurred to Thomas Wayne that there were other people in this hellish place.
When he looked up at the screaming Quinzel, he saw that his face was full of pain, his eyes were full of anger, and he let out a sharp and sad roar: "Who is it! Bastard! Get out of here!"
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood. Quinzel's right hand, which should have been holding the rope tightly, was a bloody mess...
And what caused this terrible trauma was a scarlet dart.
The dart was extremely ferocious. The sharp dart body penetrated directly through Quinzel's palm. The spiral decorations were curved and coiled, like the devil's horns...
The dart was scarlet, whether it was stained red by Quinzel's blood or whether it was just that way.
Before Quinzel could continue to curse, the dart seemed to have spirituality and instantly flew in the direction it came from, gradually deforming in the air and turning into... a jazz hat?
Or a black jazz hat? What the hell is this?
"Snapped!"
In mid-air, a black figure stood strangely out of thin air. He stretched out his right hand and firmly grasped the black jazz hat that transformed into a dart. The half-covered scarlet visor covered the upper half of his face, and there was a stick in the corner of his mouth. A cigarette ignites automatically without any fire source.
"Tsk...huh..."
As the man breathed, the cigarette lit up with bright sparks, and a faint trace of smoke emerged from the corner of the man's mouth.
"Are you the bastard who attacked me?! Fuck! Where did you come from?" Quezel angrily extended his left middle finger towards the man and made an international friendly gesture.
"Just a passer-by... Well, this joke seems to be used a little too much."
The man spoke leisurely, but stopped mid-sentence. After pondering for a moment, he slowly put the jazz hat in his right hand on his head.
"To a certain extent, the me who hurt you is..."
"smooth Criminal."