"Actually, you don't have to call out a number every time you fire. I won't shortchange you."
"Sorry, boss. Force of habit. But I really should change it. I handed in my resignation to HIVE a little while ago. I'm not a mercenary anymore."
"Then in what capacity are you helping me?" Qin Wei's laughter came through the earpiece.
"A friend, or a partner? Who knows? My gut tells me there's always a big job waiting when I'm with you. First it was Joker. What's next, a flying alien?" As he chatted with Qin Wei, Floyd worked hard to clear out the Dirty Cops on the ground.
With the help of this game-breaking sniper, the battle immediately took a dramatic turn. Whenever a crooked cop dared poke his head out, a precise, lethal bullet greeted him.
In just a few minutes, the number of Dirty Cops Deadshot killed exceeded their casualties from the drawn-out fight against the gangs.
Officer Carls knew there was a troublesome opponent hiding up high, but the snipers he sent after him one after another never returned. With the gangsters closing in around them, they could only throw smoke grenades and retreat toward the side of the street.
Just then, Carls's phone rang.
"Hey, I saw you guys on TV. Looks like you're in trouble!"
The man on the other end was breathing heavily and rapidly, accompanied by a woman's wanton cries.
Hearing those unending cries of ecstasy, Carls seethed.
"George! You said you'd help us! That's why I secretly let you out!"
"Easy, baby. Life in prison nearly drove me crazy-mm, mm, mm-ah!!!!!" After a satisfied groan, the rustle of clothing came over the phone. "I'm done here. Hang in there. Don't get your head blown off before I arrive!"
Carls smashed his phone in