Going upstairs along the stairs, Goofy heard movement in the room as soon as he walked to the door. After the upgrade, Goofy's hearing became extremely sharp, and any slight disturbance could not escape his ears.
And when Goofy opened the apartment door, his instinctive reaction immediately made him dodge sideways—only to hear a gunshot with a muffler. During the process of opening the door, the door shaft moved the mechanism, triggering a gun aimed at him in the apartment and firing.
A sharp crash sounded, and the bullet hit the wall opposite the door and bounced off. Goofy couldn't help crying and laughing: "Yo, he? Did you make a gizmo?"
Looking back at the apartment, I saw a chair facing the door, with a rifle placed on the chair. This is the one that fired the bullets just now.
Looking further inside, sitting on the sofa in the apartment was a shady man in a black trench coat. This man seemed to be quite shocked by Goofy's excellent instantaneous response, and a pair of deep eyes projected a strange look.
Obviously, he was the one who came to seek revenge.
Goofy was not surprised by his arrival, so he did not show too much surprise.
He entered the door as usual, threw the car keys on the porch cabinet, and said with a smile, "The news that was reported in the morning came to the door in the evening. You guys are very efficient!"
The man on the sofa was taken aback by Goofy's words. Nima was still in the mood to gossip just after being shot.
Taking a deep breath, the man asked in a deep voice, "Where's Frank?"
Goofy spread his hands: "he ran away a long time ago. The old guy rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran to a place you couldn't find."
The man frowned, and his voice turned cold. "Who are you?"
"I'm his nephew, police officer Goofy; ahem, in fact, it's the same for you to seek revenge from me. I'm also one of the major contributors to exterminating that black gang." Goofy said it unabashedly.
The face of the man became even more ugly, and he made a small movement quietly under the windbreaker.
"Boy, don't you know what I'm here for?"
Goofy smiled lightly. "Yes, you are here to kill me."
But speaking of this, Goofy pouted regretfully: "Unfortunately, your timing was not good. I just finished two levels today."
"After the promotion... what?" The man was completely stunned, but he didn't have the patience to chat with Goofy any longer. "Forget it; I'm not interested in knowing!"
While speaking, the man had already started, and the already-loaded pistol under the windbreaker fired directly!
Goofy had already seen the black-clothed man's intentions. The upgraded vision and hearing made all subtle movements unable to escape his observation. Therefore, while the black-clothed man was shooting, Goofy rolled over to hide. In the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of red wine on the counter and threw it at the man's head.
Under the strength of 2.4 times that of ordinary people, this bottle of red wine was as fast as a bullet. Only hearing a muffled sound of "bang," the man was thrown away by Goofy on the spot.
"Oops, it's too heavy..." Goofy looked apologetic. "After the upgrade, the strength has become stronger; I should take some strength."
Unfortunately, the man died on the spot, and he couldn't hear Goofy's apology.
The red wine dripped from his head like blood and gradually dripped onto the leather sofa. Goofy walked over with a look of disgust and dragged the man in black to the ground. He frowned and said, "It's over; I have to wash the sofa tomorrow."
However, before he finished speaking, there was another movement on the balcony.
"Anyone else? Do you form a group to die? You don't come when I'm not leveling up. You have to wait for me to level up two levels to send experience. Did you guys do it on purpose?"
Goofy talked endlessly, and the two gunmen on the balcony drew their guns without saying a word, Goofy had no choice but to lift the sofa to block the bullets, feeling distressed for a while.
"This sofa is too expensive! It's really made of genuine leather!"
The gunman didn't care so much; he just kept his head down and fired. If he continued to shoot down the other furniture in the living room, he would be finished sooner or later. Goofy couldn't bear it anymore. He picked up the man in black on the ground with the gun and aimed at the balcony with a precise headshot.
Pfft, puff, everything was quiet.
Goofy looked depressed. I have to wash the balcony tomorrow.
However, before he could sit down to catch his breath, there was another movement in the corridor.
Goofy was blacked out on the spot; I can't believe there are still people!
For the sake of a mere Frank, are all the remnants of the black gang here?
A few seconds later, the apartment door was forcibly slammed open, and four or five burly men were charged with guns, causing Goofy to hurriedly roll on the spot and hide in the bedroom.
However, Goofy was quite happy to see the enemy send such a formation—if these people were ruthless and their firepower was strong enough, then Goofy would have a high possibility of dying heroically tonight.
Anyway, there was only one wooden door in the bedroom, and it was blasted open with a few shots. No matter how strong Goofy was, he wouldn't be able to avoid so many guns.
So Goofy cheered the gangsters loudly through the door: "Come on! I'm in the bedroom; shoot me! Shoot me! Come on! Come on!"
In the end, when Goofy shouted like this, the gangsters were cowardly.
Or is there an ambush in the bedroom?
The leading bald man narrowed his eyes, pondered for a while, and decided to listen to the movement first. Unexpectedly, after a while, there was no movement in the bedroom, and the sound of police sirens came from the street.
"NYPD! You are surrounded; put down your weapons and capture them!"
Hank's rough voice came from the loudspeaker. The three police cars came downstairs of Goofy's house one after another, and Goofy slapped his thigh in a hurry: "Oh Hank, why are you so fast? come to support?"
But the gangsters in the apartment still have a chance; it just depends on whether they are fast enough!
So Goofy clapped his hands to cheer these gangsters on.
"Come on, break through this door, rush in, and you can kill me!"
As a result, when the gangster heard this, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
"Oops! This must be a NYPD trap! There is definitely an ambush in the bedroom; let's retreat!"
A group of strong men with guns turned around and ran away, seeing Goofy helpless.
Where did the ambush come from in the bedroom? The ambush is outside, okay? You turn around and go out now; aren't you throwing yourself into the net?
Sure enough, Hank outside had already led his team into the stairwell, and when the gangsters rushed down, they directly dashed forward, not letting anyone go.
So in a tragic exchange of fire, several gangsters were wiped out, and two NYPD police officers were also injured by the gangsters. Fortunately, the injuries were not too serious.
In just a few minutes, this thrilling revenge operation came to an end. Apart from the loss of a sofa and two door panels, Goofy was safe and sound, and he didn't even have a bruise on his body.
And Hank, who came to support, also ran to Goofy proudly and asked for the reward: "How is it? My buddy, I said that if I want to protect you, I will definitely protect you!"
What else can Goofy say?
After all, Hank is kind.
Besides, the two police officers were honorably injured in order to protect him, which is not easy for others.
So Goofy had to sincerely thank all the police officers who came to support him: "I thank you all!"