Chapter 897 Meet Deadshot

"Although we haven't kept up with the pace of world development yet, at least we have to start preparing. The future world will be an era of confrontation between superpowers and superpowers, and we cannot stand still."

"The risk is too great... If something goes wrong, no one can bear it..."

"It seems as if the military could bear the responsibility when the monster on Doomsday was raging. In the end, it was not through the help of others that mankind finally managed to survive..."

The next day, Amanda took Rick to a special prison in person, where a special prisoner, Floyd Lawton, nicknamed Deadshot, was best known for using a variety of firearms. Make sure there are no missed shots.

How did such a powerful criminal end up in prison? It's very simple. I was unlucky enough to meet Batman in Gotham City, so I went to jail. Life inside the prison is not as good as outside. Floyd Lawton has been incarcerated for more than half a year, and no one has come to see him.

After all, Floyd Lawton only had one ex-wife and one child. The children could not visit him. The ex-wife hated Floyd and would not come to visit Floyd Lawton at all.

But on this day, Floyd was taken to a shooting range near the prison by guards. We knew it was a shooting range because the place was filled with shooting targets, and there were more than a dozen firearms on the table in front of him, including pistols and micro-guns. There are various types of bullets, rifles and even sniper rifles, all neatly placed on the table.

"What do you want from me?" Floyd glanced at the guns on the table. "You're not here to select the cheerleading team, are you?"

Although Floyd Lawton said something frivolous, his attention was focused on the white officer Rick on the side, because Rick was the only one who spoke at the scene, but soon Floyd noticed Rick's There was also a black woman standing next to her. She was not tall but looked calm.

She is wearing a relatively well-fitting female outfit, but it is not a military uniform or work clothes, which is in sharp contrast to the clothes worn by the people around here.

Freud judged almost instantly that this woman should be the leader of this meeting, but the specific matter still needs to be observed.

"I heard that you never miss when you shoot with perfect shots. Show me now. As long as you can really hit with perfect shots, you might have a chance to leave this putrid place later."

Rick signaled Floyd to leave and began to demonstrate. Floyd stepped forward and picked up a pistol. The moment he touched it, Floyd seemed to come alive and began to quickly load the magazine and load the gun. Everyone took it safe and pointed their guns at a prison guard next to them.

This prison guard had a big belly. He usually hit or scolded Floyd, and often made trouble for Floyd. If Floyd hadn't wanted to go out to meet his daughter after serving his sentence, he would have probably found a way to kill him. This damn prison guard.

"Do it, there is a bullet in the gun, you can try it!" Rick not only did not stop Floyd at the critical moment, but instead encouraged Floyd.

"Shit!" the prison guard yelled. No matter who had a gun pointed at his head, it was impossible for him to have a good experience. The prison guard also knew that Floyd was a madman who was always on target.

Of course, the other prison guards also aimed their guns at Floyd, and the scene became deadlocked for a moment.

"Everyone put down their guns, everyone!" Rick began to mediate at this time, but obviously someone on both sides had to give in first. The prison guards can't disobey Rick's orders, because now Rick and Amanda are their commanders.

"Everyone put down their guns!" After the prison guard spoke, the other prison guards also put down their guns. At this time, Floyd smiled and asked: "Sir, it seems that I won this time. My dinner can be served normally today." Right? If something goes wrong again, don’t blame me for being rude to you!"

However, it was obvious that he was too lazy to pay attention to the lunatic in front of him. The person who really put the prison guard in danger was not Floyd but his own superior.

"Colonel, I just said that this man is extremely emotionally unstable. If any accident occurs, you will be responsible. And Ames, if I am killed by Floyd, please help me kill him. He, then must clear my browsing history after I die, you know what I mean?”

At the critical moment, the prison guard directly began to explain his future life, with special emphasis on his browser. Except for Amanda, one of the people present was a woman, and the rest were all men. They knew very well what would appear in a man's browser.

As the saying goes, you are not afraid of being crushed to pieces. If you want to keep your innocence in this world, you must clear your browser history.

"Okay, don't act in front of me. You should clean up your browser history yourself. Let me guess if there is something wrong with this pistol? Are the bullets blanks? There seems to be something wrong with the weight, or is there something wrong with the rifling? Even if I did pull the trigger, nothing would happen."

"Yes, of course they are all fake. How could we give the gun to a notorious murderer? Pull the trigger and empty the bullet." Instead of explaining, Amanda began to stimulate Floyd.

"No, no, no, don't forget that we have known each other for nine months, and you still have children who can..."

Before the prison guard finished speaking, Floyd pointed his gun into the sky and pulled the trigger - a crisp gunshot.

"The damn bullets are real!" The prison guard was almost frightened to death. He didn't know who had prepared real bullets in the magazine. Even Floyd didn't expect to give a sharpshooter and a criminal a fully loaded pistol.

"You are really crazy! Even crazier than me!" However, Floyd did not put down the pistol in his hand but pointed at the target in the distance——

The clear sound of "dang, dang, dang, dang" kept coming. Each of Floyd's bullets accurately hit the target in front of him, and every bullet hit the target right between the eyebrows. The next moment, the bullets were still like this. After the shuttle bullets were fired, a small hole had been punched out between the eyebrows of the human-shaped target, without any bullets deviating.

Then Floyd excitedly changed his rifle and aimed again at the target's eyebrows. When he went down, he found another hole. Next, Floyd gave full play to his strength, tried almost all firearms and penetrated all targets.

Each target is only shot in the middle of the eyebrow, and there are no scratches on the rest of the target. This is where the name Deadshot comes from.