I’m just a Superman Chapter 39: : Killer: Forty-seven

　　 Watching Sloan die in front of him, Li Wei's face was not good-looking, not because of Sloan's death, but more because he hadn't noticed Sloan's tricks in front of him.

　　 "Coffee!"

　　 Thinking of Sloan’s last words before his death, Li Wei looked at the cup of coffee that still exudes aroma on the table: "There is poison in coffee?"

　　 Suspiciously, Li Wei walked around the room, and after a bark, he walked back again with a hound, grabbed coffee and poured it down.

　　 After just a few seconds, the hound that kept barking also fell to the ground.

　　"Fuck!"

　　 Li Wei felt even more annoyed when he thought of watching Sloan drink a generation of poisonous coffee.

　　 He had imagined that Sloan might put explosives in the room and die, or set up an ambush in advance, or find a substitute to feign death, but what he didn't expect was that this guy was methodical in front of himself He poured a cup of poison into his noodles and drank it.

　　 Sloan was too calm, as if he was drinking a regular cup of coffee instead of poison, so that Li Wei could not find anything wrong.

　　Looking at the corpse lying on the sofa, Li Wei was silent for a long time, then slowly raised the muzzle and aimed it at the corpse’s eyebrows...

　　bang!

　　 Li Wei encountered the kind of suspended animation resurrection in the game, and had suffered a loss in Sloan’s suicide. Li Wei didn’t want to eat a second time, so he just gave the corpse a shot, never future trouble.

　　 "It's really unlucky, I came here, and it didn't do any good."

　　 A few minutes later, Li Wei, who had found nothing in the room, scolded and walked out of the room door.

　　 He searched the entire house. Except for a few banknotes, a few credit cards, and a stamp with two blood fingerprints, Li Wei didn’t find anything valuable. This time, it’s really white. Take a trip.

　　...

　　 Sloan’s poverty was something that Li Wei hadn’t expected. If he hadn’t left him with the 100,000 dollars that he robbed from Marshall last time, I’m afraid he could only look at the various food streams gathering in New York City. Drooling.

　　As a superman, he can indeed rely on inexplicable energy to maintain his physical needs, but sometimes eating is not to fill his stomach, but to enjoy the taste.

　　 At night, walking under the Empire State Building in Manhattan, Li Wei filled his hands with all kinds of food, watching the view of the Empire State Building, and feeling the taste of the long absence.

　　 But unfortunately, the happy time is always so short.

　　 A bald man with a straight suit and black leather gloves was walking on the street silently carrying a black suitcase. The dim yellow light shone on his bald head, clearly reflecting the black stripes on the back of his head.

　　 boarded the roof, opened the suitcase, 47 eyes were flat, and his hands kept running. In just a few minutes, a black sniper rifle was erected, and the long and narrow barrel protruded out of the roof and pointed at Li Wei. The block in which it is located.

　　47 lowered his head, and as the sighting eyepiece moved, Li Wei walking in the crowd was accurately set in the crosshair: "Lock the target."

　　 "There is a murderous look!"

　　 was almost the same moment that 47 locked him, Li Wei's originally sloppy eyes focused instantly, turned his head to look, and his deep gaze seemed to ignore the distance of space, straight to the indifferent and indifferent of 47. Eyes.

　　 "I found you!"

　　 My pupils zoomed slightly, and after looking at Li Wei through the eyepiece for a moment, the fingers of 47 on the trigger suddenly stiffened.

　　 The next second, he gave up shooting without hesitation, and pulled out the railing that was connected to the steel wire rope reel on one side.

　　 hiss—

　　 The sound of the high-speed spinning of the steel wire rope reel resounded. With the assistance of gravity, 47 completed a speed drop of tens of meters in just a few seconds.

　　 loosened the wire rope in his hand, 47 still did not see the slightest rush, but suddenly, his forward footsteps stopped, his slightly lowered eyes lifted, and he stared at the man in front of him. .

　　 "It turned out to be you." Looking at the image of the man in front of him, Li Wei suddenly became happy: "47?"

　　 For a game lover, Li Wei may not know many people, but this does not include the extremely cold-looking man in front of him—Killer 47.

　　47, a clone killer employed by the national killer organization ICA, a perfect killer created by genetic science.

　　The screening DNA from multiple races makes him have a smart brain, so he has a strong learning ability to master more knowledge, he has undergone genetic reinforcement, he has a stronger physical fitness than ordinary people, and can have stronger Fighting ability and firearm control ability.

　　The lack of moral education allowed him to perform assassination missions one after another without mercy, but it also allowed him to establish a set of his own bottom line and standards.

　　 In a sense, when he is not a killer on a mission, 47 is no different from a normal person.

　　This shows one thing~IndoMTL.com~ can communicate and communicate, but obviously, this place is not suitable for communication now.

　　 "Whether you want to touch the pistol on the right back or the silver dancer in your arms, I don't recommend you to do this."

　　 Just a glance, Li Wei's gaze penetrated 47's suit, and he saw a weapon that might threaten him.

　　 Before he took any action, Li Wei saw through his intentions. The look in 47 finally changed. However, in line with the professional standards of a killer, he did not have any desire to communicate with Li Wei. He just observed the surrounding environment and tried to find A place that can be used.

　　 "Don't think about it." Li Wei chuckled: "I know you, and I know yourself better than you."

　　 In the game world, he controls 47 to complete top-rated assassination missions one after another. Under the gradual guidance of a heavy chain of tasks, who else can understand the mission style of 47 better than him, a game player.

　　 Unless 47 can change the mission style, it is always difficult to hide what he is thinking about Li Wei, because that was the way he came when he racked his brains to complete the mission.

　　 And when he comes to this world to fill in some of the missing knowledge, his understanding of 47 will only get deeper.

　　 After all, 47 is just a clone made by genetic technology. Some aspects of his defects are extremely obvious and are not easy to change. This is also an important reason Li Wei said he knew him.

　　Since he came into this world, Li Wei has never met a person he knows.

　　 Now it’s hard to come across a character who used to accompany him for hundreds of hours. Even though the previous character was just a game character, but under Aiwu and Wuxia, Li Wei is still willing to spend some time with this real 47. It’s fun. For play.