Chapter 300 Hey Hey Hey Hey! I’m Fucking Here!

puff!

A bullet accurately penetrated the vulture's head, giving the other side no chance to counterattack.

Skye was lying on his side on the ground, holding the Glock pistol tightly in both hands. The faint smoke from the muzzle showed that the fatal bullet just came from Skye's hand.

Plop!

The unconscious Vulture's body fell softly. Until the last moment, he didn't understand why he reacted so quickly just now. If only he could slow down...

Seeing the enemy's body slowly collapse in front of him, Skye slowly got up from the ground after a while.

"Damn it, let you shoot me with your spray!"

Skye kicked away the M870 shotgun still clenched in Vulture's hand, and then turned his attention to the crowd of spectators not far away.

"Can anyone please help me? Watch them for me?"

Skye was referring to the two other gangsters lying nearby near the cashier area, knocked unconscious but still alive.

However, the people around him remained indifferent, just looking at Skye with fearful eyes and the Glock she still held high in her hand...

Skye, who was belatedly reacting, quickly lowered the muzzle of the gun and moved his index finger from the trigger to the trigger guard.

"Please help me keep an eye on them. They were hit by a tranquilizer bomb and won't wake up for a while."

Skye smiled awkwardly, then took out SHIELD's small communication headset from her pants pocket and put it into her ears.

"Leni, it's solved here, what about your side?"

After a while, Leni's reply came from the earphone:

"It's done. Good job. The police will be here soon. I will explain to them."

"OK, then I'll wait for you."

After ending the call, Skye finally relaxed from her tense state and leaned softly on the shelf.

"Let me help you."

A familiar voice sounded from the side. When Skye heard the words, he looked towards the owner of the voice. It was Santa Claus who had bravely rescued the child before.

The child was now back in his mother's arms. Seeing that there was still blood on Skye's arm, Santa Claus took the initiative to help.

"Thank you, just watch it for me and leave the rest to me."

Skye nodded gratefully, then motioned for Santa to help look at the shotgun at her feet.

She is not worried about the gangsters. What she is worried about is that these M870 shotguns have been picked up by others. Although these things are now stolen goods, who can guarantee that there are not a few fools who dare to take advantage of the chaos?

Taking out two puffed food packages that had been blasted by vultures from the nearby shelf, Skye leaned down through the plastic packages and removed the shotguns from the hands of the two unconscious gangsters, and carefully locked the safety.

Then he safely placed it in the middle of the aisle together with the shotgun in the hand of the vulture.

After doing all this, Skye breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the corner of the shelf where he had just hidden, looking for the Frigga bullet that he had ejected earlier.

"Um, what are you looking for? And your arms..."

Santa Claus was a little puzzled. Even though the girl’s arms were bleeding, why did she still have time to look down for something?

"Huh? It's nothing. A bullet fell here. My arm is fine. Don't worry."

Skye stood up belatedly and stuffed the Frigga bullet into his pants pocket.

Santa Claus looked at Skye's arm in confusion. The sleeve of the torn sweater had a visible tear, and bright red blood stains almost covered half of his arm.

Can this be called nothing?

Skye smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand to cover the "wound" on his right arm, and didn't explain much.

Santa Claus sighed when he saw this and scanned the surrounding cargo area. Unfortunately, there were no emergency medical supplies he was looking for here.

Seeing what the other person was thinking, Skye waved her hand to indicate that she was really fine.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Do you understand my superpower? It's still healed, so please don't tell anyone."

Santa Claus was stunned when he heard this, and after making sure Skye didn't seem to be lying, he nodded and said no more.

Superpowers are no longer completely unacceptable to the citizens of New York today.

Although he was also curious about what the so-called superpowers were, Santa Claus finally restrained his curiosity when looking at the girl in front of him who had burst into tears in his arms not long ago.

"Thanks……"

After a moment of silence, Skye spoke softly in a voice only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"I mean...thank you for forgiving me for being rude before."

Santa Claus smiled when he heard this, and looked through Skye in front of him, seeming to see the figure of another person.

"It doesn't matter. As I said before, being able to make children happy is what makes Santa Claus happiest."

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Time goes back to ten minutes ago, outside the supermarket...

Leni pushed open the door of the supermarket and immediately chased the mouse running wildly with the money bag!

"Mester! Go drive!"

Reaching into the pocket of her down jacket, Leni took out the Panamera's car keys from the warehouse, and then threw them behind her without looking back.

Meester, who was behind him, reached out and grabbed the bunch of car keys accurately, then turned around and headed straight for the parking lot.

At this distance, in the downtown area, Lainie couldn't use her spatial ability in front of so many passers-by, and the mouse was not slow. As soon as he went out, he ran straight to a Buick car parked on the roadside.

"What's going on! Where are the boss and his people!"

The guy on the lookout in the Buick saw that only one accomplice ran out of the supermarket, and he couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart.

"They are dead! There are police! Hurry up!!!"

The mouse shouted and ran while running wildly. He didn't want to follow the footsteps of the two brothers before. The spy money was already in hand. When would he run if he didn't run now?

The guy on the lookout was shocked. Seeing that the mouse was holding a bag of money, he knew that this trip was not in vain. He quickly put the car into first gear and then pushed open the passenger door sideways.

"Get in the car!"

The mouse was delighted when he saw this, and his steps became much faster. Seeing that there were only a few steps left to the car, he reached out and threw the bag of money into the car.

However, at this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded behind his head.

Bang!

Before the man on the lookout could react, the mouse, who had just been full of joy, suddenly paused, then slipped, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Fuck!"

The guy on the lookout shuddered all over, and his right foot couldn't help but step on the accelerator hard, and the engine of the Buick car roared immediately.

Coincidentally, at the same time as the mouse fell, the bag of money in his hand also flew out of his hand at the first time.

As luck would have it, the money bag drew a precise arc in the air and landed on the co-pilot seat of the Buick car perfectly!

Seeing this, the lookout was delighted, and he didn't care about the mouse on the ground. He lightly lifted the clutch with his left foot, and the wheels of the Buick car spun quickly on the slippery road for several circles until the grip was restored, and then it suddenly rushed straight to the intersection!

Bang!

The passenger door, still open, slammed into a parked car on the side of the road. With a loud bang, the door closed automatically.

"Aha!"

The lookout laughed excitedly. It was so cool to have robbed a bag of money without any effort!

"Villa! Yacht! Beauty! Hey, hey, hey, hey! I'm fucking here!"