The police officer lying on the ground was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat.
When the crosshairs were turned on the gun, the veins popped out on this guy's forehead, and his nostrils were breathing heavily like an old cow that had broken down a cart.
"Have you thought clearly!?"
Zhixing was actually very anxious at the moment. There were two corpses in the room, one half dead, and two of them were actually police officers!
It is a place of right and wrong, and it is not advisable to stay for a long time.
It seems that this trip to Rio was a waste. I wonder what big trouble the Som family got into.
But I was a little lucky. Som and Kloster also had a daughter, who was only over five years old. There was no Som's body in the room. The crosshair still held a glimmer of hope. If the mother and daughter were not dead, he would arrange for them.
Leave here for Comoro.
"Is it because of drugs!?"
Zhixing was born in a slum, so he naturally thought of gangsters on the street. In fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon in Johannesburg. Soldiers are also thieves, and thieves are also soldiers. Most drug transactions often involve people in the police station.
people.
Once something goes wrong, they are often silenced. This is a common tactic used by criminal police officers.
The black policeman lying on the ground glanced at the crosshairs. His eyes were not only cold, but also slightly contemptuous.
The fire in Zixing's heart jumped up again.
He is not an innocent boy, but a real desperado. In his early years, he dared to have sex with the boss's women. This is proof. Moreover, he has been very prosperous in the mercenary circle for many years and is known as an African mercenary.
The number one sniper in the circle is definitely not a soft-hearted person.
Without saying a word, the crosshair raised his hand and shot the black mirror in the knee.
puff--
As the gunshots rang out, the black policeman howled again.
But this time, his mouth was stuffed with rags, and his voice was much deeper, not as terrifying as before.
He stretched out his hand to tear off the rag in his mouth, but Crosshair stepped on his arm. His hands were already injured, but Crosshair stepped hard on them, making him unable to move at all. He could only twist his body in vain, and it hurt.
Tears fell down.
"The bones in your knees are shattered, and you will have to use a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Now you only have one foot. Do you want me to break both of your feet before you can say anything?"
Crosshair looked coldly at the black policeman lying on the ground, without any mercy in his heart.
In his underworld career, it was not the first time that he had killed such a policeman who specialized in gangsters.
When he raised his gun again, the criminal policeman's psychological defense finally collapsed.
"Uh-huh--"
He nodded repeatedly and then indicated that he had something to say.
Zhixing pulled off the cloth from his mouth and asked, "Have you figured it out?"
"We are not here to kill Som and Kloster..."
"What?!" Crosshair was stunned.
The black policeman struggled to raise his head and looked at the crosshair: "We are here to find you, crosshair..."
Zixing felt the hairs on his face stand up one by one.
Find your own!?
"Who are you!? I have no grudge against you, why are you looking for me!?" Zixing felt that the muscles on his face were stiffening.
Is it actually because of myself?
He kept thinking, which enemy is it?
Could it be the drug lord he followed when he was in Johannesburg? The one who wanted to cut off his own balls to make wine?
He actually chased him all the way to Rio!?
What nonsense! Didn’t he just fall in love with a woman!? He is still a girl?!
This idea was quickly rejected. He was sure that his former boss would never know that he had arrived in Rio de Janeiro.
"Who sent you here?" Zixing continued to ask.
The black policeman didn't answer the crosshair.
Crosshair impatiently stuffed the rag back into his mouth and fired another shot into his knee.
"Congratulations, you can use a wheelchair this time."
The black policeman was rolling on the ground, twisting his body continuously. All his limbs were shot and he basically lost his ability to move. This time he was shot again and it was so painful that it almost killed him.
"I don't have time to waste with you!" Zixing looked at his watch and then checked the wound on his chest.
The wound has solidified and no blood is flowing out.
He felt it was time to leave.
Pulling out the rag from this guy's mouth and taking a look at the work ID found on his body, Crosshair said coldly: "Adams? Your name is Adams?"
Officer Adams, who was lying on the ground, ignored Crosshair's inquiry.
Crosshair said again: "If you don't tell me, I will tie you up and shoot you in the liver. The shot in the liver will be very painful. Then I guarantee that the shot in the liver will be very painful, and it will slowly bleed and cause
Death, it is estimated that you will have to endure it for 20 to 60 minutes, and the pain will make you want to shoot yourself in the head."
There was more and more cold sweat on Adams' forehead.
He knew that the crosshair was telling the truth and that the evil star really dared to take action.
However, even if he said it, he might still die.
"I won't tell you, just kill me! Come on, give me a good time!" He gritted his teeth and stared at the crosshair, as if he was ready to die at any time.
"Happy?! You won't get happy." Crosshair didn't expect Adams to be so harsh.
Perhaps Adams knew that the consequences of speaking out would be more serious than death.
It is conceivable that the person instructing him behind the scenes was not an ordinary gangster policeman.
There was no need to continue nagging, Quasi Xing decided to leave. There would be no results if he continued to ask, and he would be wasting his time.
At least the two gunmen have been identified, and there are still a few clues that can be traced.
Som is probably in the hands of these gangster policemen.
He raised his gun and shot Adams in the liver. The shot was very tricky, and the bullet grazed the edge of the liver and entered.
Adams won't die for a while, but it's definitely not going to be good.
In order to prevent this guy from escaping, he aimed at his elbows and knees and continued shooting until one magazine of the pistol was empty.
After dealing with himself and actually killing Som, Crosshair vented his anger on Adams through bullets.
This guy may not even be able to pull off the rags in his mouth now. Even if he can be rescued later, he will be worse than dead. I'm afraid he will be a cripple in his next life.
Sometimes, it is not necessary to kill someone. There are better ways to relieve hatred than killing someone.
After finishing everything, Zixing picked up his backpack and was about to leave.
Suddenly, there was gunfire outside.
He was startled suddenly and rushed to the window.
The gunfire came from down the mountain, accompanied by some noise.
Although I didn't know what happened, I knew it wasn't a good sign.
He pushed the door open, locked it, and then closed it. He looked around, but fortunately there was no one there. He chose another path opposite to the direction of the gunfire and left, quickly disappearing into the slums as messy as a spider web.
In the alley.
It wasn't until he walked a few hundred meters that Crosshair took out his phone and dialed Qin Fei.
Now, he was isolated and helpless in this strange city, and the only people he could think of were his brothers in the X mercenary group.
Moreover, since the gunman was targeting him, he had some doubts in his heart and wanted to ask Qin Fei.