The sound of breathing in the silence, as the killer's headless body fell, he held his breath for about two or three seconds before he finally realized that the person outside the window might be the target that needed to be found and cooperated with in this mission.
The sniper rifle disappeared from the window, and there was gunfire in the distance. There was silence on the balcony outside the window. He took a deep breath, reached out and pulled out the military spur from the corpse, and was about to chase him out of the window, when a light of fire suddenly appeared outside the window.
It lights up in the night rain.
"Depend on……"
He turned around in a hurry and jumped out. With a loud bang, air waves and flames rushed out from behind. His body jumped out of the door and was even pushed through the middle corridor by the huge air flow. He crashed through the old wooden door on the opposite side and fell.
Entered another room.
He reacted quickly. He had been soaked in the rain outside before. However, he was not seriously injured in the explosion. However, he was indeed thrown badly for a while and lay on the ground, dizzy and unable to get up.
, you could see the light of burning flames in your eyes, and your ears were filled with buzzing auditory hallucinations. With great difficulty, you got up with your gun muzzle, and then turned around, but your whole body suddenly lost the ability to move, and faced you.
It flew up from behind and stuck to the wall with a snap.
For a moment, it felt like being held down by an invisible big hand!
The incomprehensible phenomenon brought unspeakable fear. However, after participating in so many secret missions, he gradually came into contact with some inexplicable people and things. The light of the flames shone in from another room, and he
Trying to calm down, I saw at the other end of the room. A dwarf wearing a tattered cloak and dressed like the Grim Reaper in a Western movie was standing in the corner, with one hand facing him and the fingers of the other hand gently touching him.
With a slight shake, the military thorn that had fallen into the room flew up.
The finger stayed in the air for a moment, and suddenly pointed towards him. His whole body could not move, and he suddenly closed his eyes tightly. Then, his body suddenly lost support. He fell from the wall, and the military thorn hit him.
His head was not penetrated. In the air, only a voice containing incomparable anger, resentment and unwillingness was heard: "Sht——"
Opening his eyes, the dwarf's body quickly smashed the window opposite and jumped out.
This place was originally a factory, with offices or control rooms in the upper row, and corridors on one side. The windows on the other side could see the large workshop where workers worked below. As soon as the dwarf broke the window, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the air next to it.
After rushing over, the two figures stayed in the view of the window for a moment, and then fell down into the workshop below.
He picked up his submachine gun and rushed to the window. In the dark space below, two chasing figures could be vaguely seen, appearing and disappearing among the many piled wooden boxes and debris.
He had just been affected by the explosion. At this time, he was hit on the head again. What he could see clearly was extremely limited. He could only vaguely see the outline of debris piled below. The dwarf wearing a tattered black cloak seemed to be trying to escape.
, but the man behind followed him mercilessly. Both figures were unimaginably agile. The dwarf had no intention of fighting, but every time he rushed out, he would be overtaken by the opponent, moving as fast as a phantom in the darkness.
With punches, leg sweeps, elbow strikes, and knee strikes, the dwarf tried his best to dismantle, dismantle, and dodge. He even took a few punches from the opponent to take the opportunity to escape.
He was short in stature and looked like a child. Occasionally he just couldn't hide, couldn't take off, or couldn't catch, so he was punched hard like the wind and flew out like a cannonball, and he just smashed into a pile of old wooden boxes.
, the man who was following him had already rushed in. There was a roaring sound, the wooden box was broken into two pieces, and the cracked wood pieces started to stir like an explosion. A figure was in the middle endlessly.
Chasing the enemy all over the ground, no matter what was in front of him, they were all smashed to pieces. Seeing this scene, Chang Yanfeng opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time. This surprise was not only about the crazy destructive power in front of him, he was really surprised.
It's a bit unimaginable, what kind of thing can be so beaten? The dwarf hasn't turned into meat paste yet. He can even hear the sound of several large iron oil drums being knocked away from the sound.
Judging from this, he has probably been beaten to the point of collapse.
It looked like there was a giant earth rat running around in a room full of clutter, and the rude male owner kept chasing him with a big hammer. When the hammer danced into a windmill, the room was filled with
All the debris was destroyed in the chase. The mouse was also injured, but it was still trying to escape.
Surprise to surprise, the fact is that the dwarf is really not dead. The darkness is full of his screams of pain and humiliation. However, every time, he is finally able to crawl away from the beaten and messy place.
After escaping from a pile of wood chips, the next moment the attacker rushes over and crashes into the next pile of debris.
At a certain moment when he was close to the edge of the workshop, the dwarf finally seized the opportunity. With a shout of "Ah--", his body flew out like an arrow and smashed a door below. The figure behind him was just in the original position.
He paused for a moment, then followed closely. The moment he rushed into the door, gunfire rang out in the window of the room. It looked like there was a killer lurking inside.
The fierce gunshots rang out for a few seconds and turned into a chaotic fight. It seemed that the figure that had been chasing in earlier retreated. The two killers rushed out one after another, throwing heavy punches at extremely fast speeds.
After kicking their legs, the killer behind him pulled out the knife with his backhand. However, the momentum of their attack only lasted two seconds. After blocking several punches and kicks at a very fast speed, the killer in front was still rushing forward.
Shadow suddenly turned from retreating to advancing, and with a mistake of his hands, he had already changed positions with him. The killer's head in front was directly reversed by this move, and after a few more steps, he simply fell down.
Before the killer saber at the rear had time to slash down, the black figure whose chest was bullied in front of him slammed back with his shoulder. In a hurry, he stabbed out the knife. The black figure raised his right hand in front of his chest and stretched his left hand forward to cut fiercely.
, the saber flew out of his hand with a roar and flew into the sky.
The attack failed, and when he tried to defend, it was already too late. He received a punch on the forehead, stretched out his hand to block it, and received another punch on the chest. After the punch, it turned into an elbow and hit him hard in the face.
At this time, he was forced to the corner of the workshop next to the door. Standing where Chang Yanfeng was, he saw that the man's entire body was pressed against the wall. In a few seconds, he received countless punches on his head.
Rufeng's heavy punch was only aimed at his head and hit him lifelessly. When the black figure suddenly gave up and chased him out of the room, the man's body was as limp as a noodle and fell in the corner.
A few minutes later, when he was chasing down the stairs, he took a look. Not only was the body bleeding from seven holes, but the entire face was covered in blood and flesh. The skull was shattered into dozens or hundreds of pieces. It looked like
Like broken enamel in a sack...
By this time, all the programs have basically come to an end. Of course, as long as someone needs to play cards, mahjong, watch movies and other things, it is always okay to play all night long, but in most lives, there are rules
For many people, they have already begun to think about sleeping tonight.
Standing by the door of a series of large tents, Lingjing opened her eyes and looked outside. The small tent belonging to Jiaming was dark and did not look like there was anyone there. After looking around for a while, she withdrew her gaze slightly with some disappointment.
Pursing her lips, she turned around and walked through a tent, looking around intentionally or unintentionally. Finally, she entered a tent that served as a casino. Shasha was sitting at a gambling table playing stud with a bunch of girls.
They bought more than a dozen ten-yuan bills - although they all had some backgrounds, they were all girls, and there was no jealousy over men at this time. Of course, there was no need for each other to bet too violently. I watched it mysteriously
She picked up her trump card, closed it with a snap, and smiled mysteriously at the poker players around her: "No!"
"Hey...it would be so stinky if you don't go...I won't go either..."
"How much did you win?" Walking behind Shasha, Lingjing leaned down and picked up her trump card to take a peek, then rolled her eyes dejectedly, "Tch..."
"Haha, a pair of Xiaowu are actually quite big, okay..." Shasha said with a smile, then stood up, "Forget it, I won't come, you can play slowly."
"Why don't you play anymore?" Lingjing wondered.
"It's past eleven o'clock, it's late..." Shasha flashed her watch, then looked around, "By the way, where is Jiaming? Is there still something wrong? At this time?"
"Well, who knows." Lingjing pursed her lips and shrugged, making a cute and helpless expression.
"Let's go! Go find him."
"What if something really happens to him..."
"I don't want to disturb him, I just want to see where he is..."
There were many entertainment programs in the tent group, and there were also some separate lounges. The two girls went to each one and arrived at the big tent about ten minutes later. There were still many people at this time. Shasha pulled Lingjing's hand: "
Look, Sister Yahan is over there, let’s go ask her.”
As soon as she raised her hand, Yahan over there had also seen them, said hello with a smile, and walked towards them. When they were about eight or nine meters away, Yahan's face suddenly changed.
He raised his right hand, holding a pistol and pointing it this way: "Don't move! Don't mess around! Raise your hand!"
Yahan has always been a gentle person, and the few people around her who knew her couldn't figure out what happened for a while. They just looked over here blankly, but for this pistol with a blue-gray metal body, they were very smart.
Jing and Shasha are both familiar with it. It is made in the United States, and they each have one of the American SWM459 9mm automatic pistols.
Thinking that Yahan was joking, Lingjing said with a smile: "Sister Yahan, I surrender, okay, don't... uh..." At this point, she finally felt something was wrong. When she looked back, she saw that
The woman named He Yun stood two meters behind them, with a smile on her face, and slowly raised her hand. On her left hand, she was holding a sharp dagger...