Chapter 3 First Debut

At this time, Clark calmly put down the gasoline barrel he was holding.At the next moment..The light of the knife flashed away under the neon lights.

A member of the Skeleton Brotherhood covered his neck with one hand, eyes widened, and fell down unwillingly.

He didn't expect Clark to really dare to take action.

And it's so sudden!

"Feel sorry! I didn't hear what you were saying clearly. Could you please say it again?"

Clark's expression was kind. If there wasn't a man lying alive at his feet with a bloody knife in his hand, the other party might be happy to answer his question.

But now...

"Damn~! You madman!"

The remaining member of the Skeleton Brotherhood cursed angrily, and then without hesitation reached out to his lower back. There was an M1911 pinned there, but before he could pull out the gun, a flash of knife light hit him. A flash of light flashed across his retina, and the next moment a sharp pain hit him, and a feeling of powerlessness suddenly hit his whole body.

"Although your gun can't kill me, it will be very painful, so I'd better ask you to die."

Clark said the words in a calm tone that made people unable to help but feel frightened.

He gently pushed away the Skeleton Brotherhood member in front of him with one hand. As the other person fell, the blood-stained blade was pulled out from the other person's body.

"It would be bad if it gets beaten to pieces later." Clark bent down and picked up the gasoline can next to him, placed it next to the door, then opened the door and walked in.

After a few seconds,

Clark stepped back.

"I almost forgot to touch the body, I really should have."

He bent down and found two guns and four spare magazines from the two bodies.

"One handful is enough."

After unloading one of the guns and throwing it away, Clark put all the magazines into the pocket of his windbreaker, and then walked into the bar again.

In the bar, the loud music made Clark subconsciously frown when he just came in.

"What a terrible environment."

He looked around.

Under the dim light, there were people everywhere, and there was an unpleasant smell floating in the air. It was the smell of tobacco mixed with alcohol and various perfumes.

Clark didn't like it here.

He raised his hand and fired the M1911 three times at the ceiling.

The sound of the gunfire covered up the loud music in the bar.

The guests who heard the gunfire screamed in fright, many of them out of fear. They instinctively held his head and squatted down, there movements looked very skilful.

"Okay, now that the entertainment program is over, if you don't want to die, get out of here immediately!"

Guests who are just spending money to have fun, how dare they stay after hearing this?

"Wait a moment!"

Clark suddenly stopped a person who was trying to run past him.

"I-I'm not from the Skeleton Brotherhood!" The other party was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat and even stuttered when speaking.

"I know, and I recognize you."

Clark put the muzzle of the gun against the other person's head.

When he felt the muzzle of the gun against his own head, the man almost peeed in fear on the spot.

"I——"

He just begged for mercy, but Clark suddenly pulled him in front of him. next moment...

Gunshots rang out!

More than ten or twenty bullets hit this man in an instant

"Shoot as soon as they arrive, they are indeed a ruthless group of people!"

Clark grabbed the lifeless guy in his hand and rushed forward. After reaching a certain distance, he swung his arm hard, and the body was thrown towards the opponent as if it were a thrown object.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

He emptied the bullets in the M1911 in one breath. As a result, he had never touched a gun before. Only two bullets hit two person, and they were in non-fatal areas such as the arms and thighs.

"Damn, this shooting is really bad!"

Cursing secretly, Clark, who had no time to change the magazine, threw the gun in his hand as if it were a concealed weapon.

"Oops~!"

An unlucky guy was hit in the face. He squatted down in pain, covered his face with his hands and screamed.

"Shot! Beat him to death!"

The leader of the Skeleton Brotherhood roared loudly, picked up a microphone in his hand and shot at Clark who rushed up.

"360 block! " Clark shouted loudly, waving the long knife in his hand.

A flash of knife light flashed...

Not a single bullet was blocked!

"hiss~!"

Clark's facial features were distorted in pain, but he still rushed forward and slashed a member of the Skeleton Brotherhood in the face.

This knife cut off one of therepeople on the spot.

Seeing there companion killed, the other party was angry, they couldn't help but shout. boom! boom! boom!..

The gunfire continued.

There are more than a dozen people on the other side, and each of them has a gun, which means a dozen guns.

And Clark was alone. Even though he had Wolverine's super-speed self-healing ability, these bullets still hurt him to the point of death.

"Fuck!"

Clark cursed the word starting with F while slashing two more members of the Skeleton Brotherhood to death.

"Fuck! What kind of monster is this?! "