harleyscars Chapter 153 If all three shots jam, I'll let you go.
Chapter 153 If all three shots jam, I'll let you go.
Night falls.
In the bookstore lounge, Russell put away the Dark Book.
It's not that I've finished watching it, nor that I'm tired of watching it.
Instead, Wanda arrived.
It's okay if others accidentally glimpse this dark book, but Wanda is an exception.
"Wanda, what brings you here? Shouldn't you be taking extra lessons right now?"
Ignoring the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging in the lounge, Wanda pushed open the door and entered, excitedly saying:
"One of our tutors is absent today, so get out of class ended early."
Russell expressed his understanding of Wanda's excitement, as he had also been a student for over a decade before his time travel.
But while I understand, those who have been caught in the rain often prefer to tear up other people's umbrellas.
It's like how sophomores and juniors like to eat chilled watermelon on the sidelines while freshmen are undergoing military training.
"Oh, that's great news, Wanda, that means one less class."
"To celebrate this good news, let's begin our joyful and delightful magical learning!"
Wanda's smile froze, and she gave Russell a resentful look.
"Russell, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
Russell chuckled and walked out of the bookstore, a long time after his last visit.
Since he started reading the Dark Book, he has become a shut-in, spending all his time in the bookstore reading.
Aside from going to Earth-65 to pick up Gwen, I haven't left the house for almost a month.
On the streets of New York, Russell suppressed his senses and wandered aimlessly like an ordinary person.
That's what makes shopping fun.
The rebuilt New York felt somewhat unfamiliar and novel to Russell.
So, he got lost.
"Hey kid, this isn't a place for you. Get out of here."
A middle-aged white man in overalls suddenly called out to Russell and waved for him to leave.
Russell looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the leader and the men behind him all had bulging waists and were carrying guns.
The truck behind them was carrying some technological equipment that did not belong to Earth.
"Excuse me, I'm lost and accidentally wandered here. I'll leave now."
Russell smiled at the white man and turned to leave.
Click~
Behind me, the sound of a bullet being chambered rang out.
But no gunshots were heard for a long time.
The middle-aged white man stopped his men from drawing their guns and firing.
"Toms, why are you stopping me? If this guy tells the NYPD, we'll be in big trouble."
The middle-aged man named Tums looked conflicted, and after a long while, he let out a long sigh.
"Let's return this truckload of goods."
Steve and his team have already begun their operation, and they're moving very quickly.
The changes at S.H.I.E.L.D. have affected the handling of the alien warship wreckage near New York.
Take the transportation of warship wreckage as an example.
Orders previously handled by Hydra members that have already been completed need to be reviewed again.
If it is not completed, it will be cancelled directly.
Toms' order was cancelled.
The worse news is that he bought the truck on a loan, he just recruited the workers, and this was his first order.
"Toms, you'll go bankrupt if you do that."
Hearing his companion's persuasion, a look of struggle reappeared on Toms's face.
“It was the government that unilaterally broke the agreement first, so it’s not our fault,” his companion continued to persuade him.
Finally, Toms was persuaded and said in a deep voice, "Give me the gun!"
Taking the gun from his companion, Tooms strode off in the direction Russell had disappeared.
The gears of fate have begun to turn.
Russell saw the fate of the Tooms, or rather, the vulture.
His original destiny was to intercept the warship wreckage that had been accidentally transported out tonight, and to discover that he could use the wreckage to make many nice gadgets.
From then on, they began to use these warship wrecks to develop weapons and sell them illegally to make money.
To become a qualified Spider-Man villain, codenamed Vulture.
In the end, he was defeated by the Spider-Man of this world.
This is the fate that the web of life and destiny has arranged for him.
Toms quickly caught up and found Russell leaning against the wall, watching him leisurely around the corner.
"Perhaps you shouldn't have chased after me." If Toms hadn't caught up, he intended to kill him to silence him.
Whether he follows his predetermined fate or defies it and chooses to give up, it doesn't matter.
Russell would not interfere too much.
"No, you shouldn't have come here."
Toms took a deep breath, made up his mind, and raised his gun to fire.
"Feel sorry."
click!
The bullet jammed.
Thoms pulled the bolt to eject the spent cartridge.
Pull the trigger
click!
It got stuck again.
Toms looked at Russell, who was still calmly watching him, with a look of horror on his face.
The bullet jammed twice in a row, leaving him no choice but to suspect that the person in front of him had tampered with it.
Especially now, with extraordinary individuals gradually emerging.
"I didn't do anything to your gun."
Russell shrugged indifferently.
It wasn't him who stopped Toms, but the web of life and destiny.
Gunshots rang out, and the person who fell must be Toms.
Toms hesitated, unsure if this was divine guidance.
In the end, Thoms pulled the bolt again to eject the spent cartridge.
Trembling, he pulled the trigger.
If it's God's guidance, he believes he'll definitely get stuck this time too.
boom!
The third time was the charmed moment; then, gunshots rang out.
However, the pistol was kicked away.
The bullet also deviated from its direction.
The vulture has temporarily escaped with its life.
The one who kicked the Thoms pistol away was a girl wearing a white spider suit.
The girl did a somersault in the air, struck a pose, and landed gracefully.
He first glanced warily at Toms, who was clutching his wrist and looking pained, then turned to comfort Russell.
"Don't be afraid, Spider-Man the Wizard will protect Russell. How come it's you?"
The newcomer was none other than the bootleg Spider-Man, Erin.
Russell looked at Eileen with a hint of helplessness.
He was now unsure whether Eileen's appearance was a coincidence or an arrangement of the web of life and destiny.
"Why can't it be me, Erin?"
"Russell, how could you?"
Eileen gestured, meaning that Russell was being held at gunpoint and seemed completely helpless.
Russell shook his head without explaining.
He stepped forward, picked up the pistol that Eileen had kicked away, and looked at Toms.
"You just fired three shots at me, so I'll fire three shots at you back."
"If all three shots jam, then I'll let you go."
He finished speaking and didn't wait for Toms to react.
Quickly draw your gun and fire.
boom! boom! boom!
Two shots to the chest, one to the head—even a god would shake his head!
The fate of the Tums (vulture) has come to an end.
The web of life and destiny had no effect on Russell.
"Russell, you..."
At this moment, Eileen realized what was happening, looked at Russell, and hesitated to speak.
Russell looked at Eileen and said seriously:
“Eileen, he shot me three times, and I shot him three times back. It’s fair.”
"You can't favor him just because I'm slightly stronger."
"In this world, it's not about who's weaker being right."
What an unlucky villain! He ran into me before he even left the starting village.
However, New York City is indeed a place full of outstanding people; you can encounter a villain just by wandering around.
Ignoring Eileen's reaction, Russell turned and left, continuing his stroll.