The space was quiet for a short time, and the smoke from the crude pistols and ordinary bullets was still desperately blending into the air around them. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info in the garage light, they look extremely unreal.

Taranto has always been nervous in his heart, such a big person should not be like this, no matter how bad his mental quality is, but it is not that he has never seen a dead person. But feeling the strange atmosphere emanating from that man in the corridor made him feel very uncertain. After all the bullets were gone, the hand holding the pistol was a little numb from the power of the recoil. Sweat was even more out of his palm, but he didn't have time to let go of the hand holding the pistol and wipe it on his clothes.

The eyes under the disc glasses are always slightly squinted, which is the normal state of the eyes after myopia, wanting to see things not far away. The light was not very bright, and during this moment, I don't know if it was because of the pistol bullets, the lights in the car that were originally turned on suddenly went out, and there was an unclear dim feeling there. A large black shadow crowded in front of the limousine. It was evident from the appearance of the black figure of the humanoid figure that the sturdy seat belt had been completely removed, and that even the iron roof of the limousine had a noticeable bulge, which the enemy had pushed out with his head.

The enemy's desire to survive is too strong, and the power that bursts out at the end before dying is not at all like a normal human being, and there is a possibility of calling it a monster. Looking at the front part of the limousine, which had become cluttered, Taranto looked carefully after firing the bullets, and pushed his glasses to think.

I don't know if the enemy actually died from the bullet, but even if he wasn't, he must have been seriously injured by now.

He has no confidence in his marksmanship, and although he has been aiming at the enemy's head, for no reason, he now has the illusion that he has not hit the enemy at all. He stepped down from his magazine and wanted to replace it with another one, so that his beating heart could get basic peace of mind. After all, it's a pistol, powerful enough to kill a sturdy horse.

Figgling out another magazine in his trouser pocket, Taranto withdrew his empty magazine with a sound that seemed to be a gentle tap on the table. The eyes that had been staring nervously at the dark air at the front of the limousine, at the same time as the sound of the cart being withdrawn, a dark red thing appeared in an instant.

Taranto's heart shook when his attention was completely focused on it, and his sweaty hands subconsciously jumped, and his fingers pulled the trigger, and the pistol without bullets only let out a painless moan. With his glasses, the dark red image quickly entered his brain, it must have been a pair of eyes, right?

In his imagination, the enemy who was lying in front of the limousine, who should have been killed by him, or who was seriously wounded, had already straightened up, his arm quickly raised in his eyes, and a pistol far more delicate than the one he held in his hand jumped into view. The swarthy muzzle of the gun is locking onto the deadliest part of humanity, like a poisonous snake that has been waiting for a long time, and the next moment it will shoot the fatal bullet.

In the dark interior of the limousine, on Doych's head, bulging blood vessels were beating faintly with the rhythm of his heart. His face had become ugly, and blood had covered half of his face. The cross pupils had the urge to erupt because of the rage in their hearts.

It didn't hit the vital point, but in the narrow area of the driver's seat of the limousine, and because of the deadliest seat belt on his body, even if his eyes could catch the ballistic trajectory of the muzzle of the gun in the next moment, his body's movement was very restricted. When breaking free from the seat belt, the first few bullets can only barely avoid the fatal point, but they cannot completely avoid them.

The neck, face, chin, and some parts of the upper body were marked by bullets. The caliber of the pistol was not particularly large, except for the two piercing wounds in the neck and face, the rest of the bullets were still trapped in his body. Surgeons, who have a greatly increased sense of acuity, will have an unusually strong sense of a foreign body that has invaded their body if they consciously perceive it.

But as long as he lives, Doych now has only two thoughts in his head, and this is one of them. The other is to completely kill the person who shot himself. After being shot, he did not act immediately, because at that time, under the violent reaction of the body, a large number of electrical signals were transmitted on the nerves, and he could not put his next actions into practice at all. And he didn't know the model of the other party's pistol, and the number of bullets in a magazine was also unknown, which was also a problem he was thinking about at that time.

But when you hear the sound of the other party changing magazines, there is no need to look for an opportunity.

Doich did not hesitate at this moment, opened his cross pupils, and quickly raised the arm that felt the pistol on his body, without any superfluous movements in between. Even if they were, Doih thought they could no longer affect the predetermined results that were now going to unfold in his eyes.

The other party is changing the magazine, and at a glance he knows that he is not a professionally trained person, and his technique is very rough, and because he is nervous, his movements at the moment seem very clumsy. Doih couldn't understand why he was being forced so badly by such a person. But fortunately, the enemy is such a person who has not undergone much training, otherwise the enemy will become any kind of surgeon, and under such restrictions, he will face a mortal situation.

But there is no other possibility, and now no one can change this established fact. Doich thought, the pistol was slowly rising like a flag in the morning sun, waiting for the moment when tongues of fire erupted. His bloody mouth was open, and the tattered half of his face didn't affect his smile, and his teeth were red with blood.

Pressing his fingers down, the sound of a platinum bullet bursting rang in his ears, and the sensation of his eardrums trembling made his whole body feel refreshed. But the next moment, it felt that something was wrong. There was no fleeting tongue of fire in his eyes, and the head of the man with glasses in front of him did not explode as he had imagined. The man happened to be standing outside the car door, looking at himself with a look of astonishment. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and the limousine seemed to be falling, and Doych found his gaze rapidly tilting downward. Glancing down slightly, it was empty, and most of the body had been cut off in the back. The blood flowed like a leaky ball, and the process was no longer felt. Doih's upper half of his body fell, and his eyes that had returned to their normal state finally caught a glimpse of the narrowed red eyes in the back seat.

"It should have occurred to me that being unusually overweight would also have a fluctuating effect on the efficacy of the drug. The thought came to Doikh's mind before it faded away.

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"Not alright?" was evident urging and impatience in the voice next to him.

"The other party is also a good hand, and he was well prepared before he intruded into the signal of our conversation, how could it be possible to solve the problem with just the push of a button. Jerpo responded to Severina's words. By this time, he had parked the extended limousine on the side of the road and dragged out his equipment to hurry up to recover the broken contact with Doih.

Less than a dozen seconds have passed, but a bad expectation has already risen in everyone's hearts.

When the communication was interrupted, Jerpo on the side first thought that it was the cause of the signal blocking in the basement, but the abnormal electronic sound revealed a big problem in his professional eyes.

Hurriedly started to debug, the other party is a good hand, but Jerbo is also from a professional background.

All three were silent in the night breeze, and as the electronic sound abruptly disappeared, the interrupted communication returned to its normal state. But there was no sound coming from there, only almost as quiet as it was around them.

Glancing at each other, Jerpo read Savina and Buck's thoughts.

"Hey, Doikh, are you still there?" asked Jerpo, getting a few seconds of silence. Then there was a sound like a car door, and then someone answered the communication equipment over there, very standard imperial Chinese, with a tone that teachers usually use in class.

"Hello, the person you are calling is temporarily unavailable, please make a communication request later. ”

"Smack. Then they were hung up, and only the three people who were looking at each other in the night wind were left. (To be continued.) )