Jiang Xueming wanted to bring out the anger in Maguire Copenhagen's heart and make this murderer reveal his true colors.
Arriving at the family area of Saladin's medical clinic, he walked like wind and rushed to Maguire's house, knocking on the door loudly in the stillness of the night.
"Maguire! Maguire, I'm coming for you! Maguire!"
Oscar didn't understand the purpose of the priest's visit, so he quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Hey! Doctor! Keep your voice down, the neighbors will all fall asleep..."
Jiang Xueming was relentless and knocked so hard that the paint on the wooden door changed color. Maguire finally rushed to the door, opened the door and answered, "Who?!"
"I am your father." Jiang Xueming cursed.
There was a light-transmitting crack in the door, and Maguire could clearly see the appearance of the person coming. He was shocked and angry for a moment. He didn't expect that this unscrupulous priest would come to the door on his own initiative.
"You're looking for fucking death..."
It seemed like a shrew was scolding and quarreling, Maguire replied, and immediately took out a gun from his pocket, preparing to give the priest a lesson in knightly combat skills, and to talk to the militiamen about the drama of breaking into a house at night for self-defense.
Xueming heard the sound of the bullet nest rotating, and quickly ran to the door, entering a blind spot in the shooting circle.
Maguire raised his gun too late, just in time to see Oscar's wolf kiss, and was startled again.
"Sir VIP?! Why are you here too?"
"Oh!" Oscar saw a light coming from the door. He looked carefully and made out the outline of the 357 Python revolver. He quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Oh oh oh! Oh! Oh oh! Brother! I'm not a criminal!"
Xueming's reckless behavior also didn't consider Oscar's safety at all——
——He never thought that Maguire had the power to kill the lapis lazuli werewolf. With this bullet caliber of 357, as long as it didn't hit the center of the eyebrow, even if Maguire blew half of Oscar's head off, it would be a panacea.
Can be saved.
This time Maguire lost the opportunity and gradually calmed down. He suppressed all the desire to kill in his heart and welcomed the two "guests" into the door.
"This matter..." Oscar followed Dr. Maguire to the living room, his eyes looking at Xueming from time to time, as if he was bringing a child to see the head teacher: "How should I say... Hehe...
Why..."
The werewolf eldest brother intertwined his fingers. This was also a defensive action. He clamped his hands on his knees out of embarrassment.
"Dr. Zhang Congfeng did something wrong. Dr. Maguire, you are both in the medical unit. You shouldn't have made things so tense, right?"
"Although I don't know what the situation is like in the middle, this one is robbing a car, stealing keys, and this one is exchanging hostages."
"But! But let me tell you!"
Brother Jun became energetic and made gestures.
"Now that the criminal has been arrested, in my eyes, you two are both good brothers who treat illnesses and save people. We still have to get along for about fifty days. If God doesn't open his eyes and this winter is longer, it will be at least a hundred days. From now on.
The brothers need to work together to help the soldiers of the hunting group solve their problems - there is no need to be anxious about a car."
"Right?"
The big wolf poked Jiang Xueming's creaking nest, and the powerful essence filled the werewolf's arms with strength, forcing Xueming to fall to one side.
Xueming said nothing, staring intently into Maguire's eyes.
Unable to get an answer, the big wolf then looked at Dr. Maguire on the other side, near the fireplace.
"Are you right? Dr. Maguire? What a big deal... If you two are unhappy, I will give each of you a car! How about it?"
Maguire didn't speak either and stared at Zhang Congfeng.
Belloberg's spirit began to cause trouble again. When Zhang Congfeng came outside the house, the spirit in Maguire's mind began to talk endlessly, talking about obscure ancient words, mixed with some strange sounds of unknown Latin origin.
.
Could it be said that Zhang Congfeng also has this kind of spirit?
Maguire doesn't understand, he doesn't understand -
——Why did Belloberg choose Zhang Congfeng? This guy helps criminals. In the eyes of the gunsmith, he should be a heinous accessory. Helping evil is equivalent to evil!
If VIP Oscar hadn't been sandwiched between the two, Maguire would have taken action long ago. He was confident of killing the unarmed man in front of him. Since he started practicing knight combat skills, he has never been able to find a suitable opportunity to verify his ability -
-Now his hands are itching unbearably and he longs for a fight.
"How about this? I'll go get some mutton?" Dalang mentioned the matter of eating meat and drinking, and kept drooling. "There is a butcher shop at the corner of Xiyuan 2nd Road. Together with the fruit stall, it is open until two in the morning.
Come on, I’ll go get something to eat right now? How about having a barbecue in your yard, Doctor Maguire?”
Maguire still stared at Zhang Congfeng: "Of course, VIP."
"Five minutes! No, no, no! Three minutes! I'll be right back! You two have a good chat!" Brother Jun almost ran out of the door in a flash. He hugged the door frame and talked about the barbecue agreement with the two of them: "Let's have a drink.
Wine, let this matter be over!"
As soon as Oscar went out, Maguire immediately went to get the gun.
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Xueming immediately shouted: "Use this gun to shoot me in your home?"
Maguire's body froze halfway, but the knight's combat skills taught him that the epitaph must not say that the other party was solely responsible.
The moment he took hold of the Python revolver and moved the muzzle laterally, he felt that his body was not in control. The shooting action he had practiced hundreds of thousands of times was deformed.
There is only three minutes of chance! Only one hundred and eighty seconds! Kill this troublesome priest before Oscar comes back!
The corpse does not have the final right of interpretation, and the corpse cannot accuse the murderer.
The next second, the carpet under his feet suddenly moved two centimeters. The mere change of these two centimeters made Maguire unbalanced and unsteady. The python's muzzle was still unable to be positioned, and he did not dare to pull the trigger rashly.
The hammer stroke of a revolver is very long, and it takes time to cock. It is not as light as a semi-automatic pistol.
Looking at Jiang Xueming's demeanor, he was dragging the carpet with ease and ease. Seeing Maguire staggering to steady his body and staring at the revolver, he had no intention of underestimating the enemy——
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! - This guy's bottom line is so stable.
Xueming originally wanted to use the carpet to trip Maguire, but he didn't expect that the other party's body coordination was very good. The posture of holding the gun and controlling the gun was also very professional. He was not like a novice at all. His body was shaking, and the moment he regained his balance, he had to
Aim again, there is no extra movement of your fingers, and there is no risk of misfire.
He calculated the distance accurately and went to get Maguire's gun, but was surprised to find that the process of getting the gun was not as easy as he imagined.
With a distance of only seventy centimeters and an arm's length, Xue Ming first approached the opponent sideways. Maguire was immediately alert. As soon as he regained his footing, he stepped back and hid in the tea cabinet next to the fireplace.
Xueming moved forward further, turning sideways to reduce the area hit by the bullet, trying to press forward. When he saw Maguire's deft steps, he became more and more surprised - this guy can use knight's combat skills! This is his knight's combat.
Part of the technical course!
Maguire was like a drunkard. He retreated very quickly. His body tilted left and right to maintain a delicate balance. He was unable to raise the gun and shoot. Zhang Congfeng's hand was always on his waistline.
, as soon as the muzzle of the gun is revealed, the barrel will be caught by the opponent.
But Xueming didn't dare to reach down to take the gun. The moment he lowered his head, the lock would be lost. He could no longer see Maguire's eyes, so naturally he couldn't identify the other party's main intention - there were so many weapons in this room that could kill people.
If more, he will not give up the initiative in the next round.
Chasing from the tea cabinet to the bottom of the hanging painting, the corridor in the living room became narrower and narrower, and there were more shoe cabinets blocking it. Maguire almost didn't look back to survey the terrain. He was very familiar with his own environment, so he backed up while trying to raise his gun.
Forcing Zhang Congfeng to retreat.
Jiang Xueming insisted on walking in, and the speed of chasing forward must be much faster than retreating. He first kicked Maguire's wrist, but the kick did not feel real, like kicking soft and fluttering cotton - Maguire
You didn't fight, but your wrist felt like it was bitten by a poisonous snake. Just as you were about to raise your gun to hit Zhang Congfeng's leg, the shot was suddenly wiped out.
He held the weapon tightly, gaited awkwardly, panted heavily, and became more and more certain in his heart - this priest must have the spirit of Belloberg, otherwise where did such a fierce CQC technique of seizing a gun come from?
Looking at the positions of the two of them when they reach the stairs, this is the final and extremely dangerous round of the cat-and-mouse game.
Maguire wanted to go up to the second floor. The stairs gave him a little height. As long as he raised the muzzle of the gun slightly, he would have the shooting angle to hit the priest's lower body. At this moment, Xueming once again placed his hope on the carpet——
——He pressed his feet against the carpet and pulled the woolen material with the molars of his leather shoes, trying to make Maguire fall down after he had just stepped on the stairs.
But knights have been taught combat skills in this way, and saints will never lose to the same move.
In response to the unbalanced force beneath him, Maguire fell down and lay on his side on the suddenly straightened carpet, which gave him a shooting angle. He pulled the trigger hard, but for a long time he did not hear the roar of the bullet coming out of the chamber.
There was just a crisp click.
That was the sound of the hammer hitting the revolver's engine.
Maguire's heart was beating wildly. This was the first time he used a firearm to fight an enemy. Adrenaline was wildly stimulating his body, making his eyes bloodshot and dizzy. In a state of extreme excitement, he
Finally, I saw clearly the movements of the intruder.
Jiang Xueming held the release button of the Python revolver with one hand and tilted the bullet chamber to one side. With the other hand, he held the barrel away from the gun and pointed it elsewhere. His movements were much faster and more precise than Maguire's.
Much more.
The surgeon gave Jiang Xueming a moderate fright, and his skill in escaping with a gun and trying to fight back was indeed superb and mature.
Xueming can be regarded as a superman who has studied in Pankrasin. Even if he is a little thin, Maguire wants to use the method of homo sapiens to kill him, which is a fantasy.
"Doctor Maguire..." Jiang Xueming said angrily: "You have learned knight combat skills. Are you also a gunsmith's student?"
Maguire didn't answer. He was out of breath. Without any warm-up preparation, he felt that several muscles in his waist and thighs were not working properly, as if they were cramping.
"Why do you still want to kill your patients after learning knightly combat skills..." Jiang Xueming was aggressive, holding the barrel of the gun with strong wrist and finger strength, trying to seize the gun: "Did you only learn the skills of killing people and not read
Six Arts? Or are you just a man-eating demon wearing the skin of an angel in white?"
Maguire is naturally no match for this priest. Jiang Xueming's "breathing control" of muscles is much better than this guy. So many years of combat experience have allowed him to develop a magical ability, including being ready to enter combat immediately without warming up.
Adrenaline cannot affect his judgment, and the practice method of Pankrasin Palace makes him even more powerful.
Bullets fell one after another. At the moment when the gun was released, Maguire emptied the ammunition in the cylinder, abandoned the gun, and immediately used the candlestick under the hanging painting as a bayonet.
Xueming wanted to pick up the bullet, but when he saw Maguire lunging at him fiercely, he threw the python revolver out the door. He had no idea of a close hand-to-hand fight - he didn't want to win by guessing, and the risk of close combat at this distance was too high.
Gao. He can see Maguire's movements clearly, but "being able to see clearly" and "being able to defend against" are two different concepts. He never wants to get hurt unless it is absolutely necessary.
Maguire's stabbing movements were clean and neat, like a stabbing exercise with a saber. He thrust out and retracted extremely fast, chasing around the shoe cabinet and pressing towards the open area in front of the fireplace in the living room.
Jiang Xueming retreated while looking for something to block him. He was absolutely unwilling to enter the attack range of the candlestick. He fumbled for a long time and was shocked to find that there was nothing useful at hand. The bare table was too heavy. The escape route seemed to be Ma Kui.
Under your control - this guy is very smart and knows how to use assassination movements to plan the enemy's escape direction.
Maguire's eyes turned red and he just wanted to stab this annoying priest into a watering can. He recalled Mr. Joris's gentle words and could no longer control his anger - such a gentle and kind psychiatrist had to do something for his.
Annoyance once again committed murder. Thinking of this, Maguire became more and more irritable.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just one stabbing movement deformed and misaligned, Xue Ming found a way out, strode back and ran out the door.
When Maguire tried to chase him out again, he saw Zhang Congfeng picking up the revolver and stuffing a yellow peanut into the bullet chamber. His method of controlling the gun dazzled him.
Xueming's action of firing the gun was so fast that before Maguire even stepped out of the threshold, there were two or three steps of shooting distance, which became the boundary between life and death.
"If you go crazy again, you will die."
The cold wind outside the door was as cold as these words, blowing on Maguire's heart and gradually making him regain his senses.
"What on earth do you want to do...Zhang Congfeng..."
Jiang Xueming backed away slowly with the gun in hand. He didn't know where Maguire's murderous intention came from, and completely retreated to a safe distance of three meters away.
"I want to know the relationship between Saint Josh Joris and you. You have a good reputation in Saladin. Why did you suddenly start killing people? Alphonse died in your hands before I had time to save him."
"I didn't kill anyone!" Maguire suddenly became excited: "I didn't! There's a devil lying on the operating table! I'm just doing justice for God!"
"Is this a mental illness? Do you need psychological counseling?" Jiang Xueming then asked: "I don't charge a consultation fee, are you interested in chatting?"
"We have nothing to talk about!" Maguire had veins popping out on his forehead, dominated by fear and anger: "You should stay in the cell. You are with those robbers, right!? You.
..”
"You don't want to talk to me?" Jiang Xueming cocked the hammer, and the trigger of the revolver also entered the firing mode.
Facing the threat of death, Maguire’s eyes became clear——
——The Belloberg spirit in the mind finally stopped making noise. It realized that this was not a simple bluff, and frantically called the police to the host, asking the host to speak properly, and then speak out after thinking about it.
Maguire was puzzled. Where did this extraordinary psychiatrist come from?
"Who are you anyway?"
Before Jiang Xueming could answer——
——Before the three minutes were up, Oscar came back in a hurry.
The pursuit of drinking wine and eating meat forced this green gold to burst into astonishing efficiency. He carried a barbecue grill and two mutton chops, a box of wine, and a bag of coal hanging from his tail. He rushed towards the door excitedly. When he saw
The gun in the priest's hand shocked him again.
"What the hell!?"
Jiang Xueming didn't speak. Maguire didn't explain anything either. He secretly hid the candlestick next to the coat rack on the right side of the door.
Brother Jun looked at the gun in Xueming's hand and seemed to "understand" it.
"Oh! Playing a game, right? Russian Roulette? Hey, hey, hey!"
The cheerful red stone man immediately grabbed the gun and pointed the gun at his head while shouting.
"You two are good at playing! This kind of social icebreaker game will definitely open up people's conversation! How fresh! I'll come too, so will I! I'll give myself a shot!"
"Don't!" Maguire's eyes were unfocused and he screamed.
There was no sound of gunfire, just the crisp sound of the hammer hitting the trigger.
"Uh..." Brother Jun caught a glimpse of Dr. Maguire's appearance, turned to Zhang Congfeng and asked: "You didn't insert a bullet, right? Are you kidding?"
"It doesn't matter if it's stuffed. Just be more careful in the next life." Jiang Xueming made a stupid joke and took away the python. As if by magic, he pressed the release button of the bullet wheel and the ejection lever. Naturally, no bullets fell out.
, there are no bullet casings used to determine the outcome of the game.
A cold sweat broke out from Maguire's forehead - he clearly saw the priest stuffing ammunition into the bullet chamber, but now why did the bullets suddenly disappear? His movements were too fast! His skill in handling firearms was almost like
magic!
"Barbeque?" Jiang Xueming glanced at Maguire thoughtfully, showing off the small bullet in his palm.
Only then did Maguire realize that he had been fooled——
——There are no "bullets" anywhere, the yellow copper "peanuts" are just solid models.
Maguire thought about it carefully. In such a fierce offensive and defensive chase, the priest had exhausted all his energy trying to pick up the gun and fight back. The bullets did not fall outside the door at all. They were all left in the gun grabbing process and on the carpet at the stairs.
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The solid model also has dense talisman engravings. It is a small toy made of the cross, hammered into a circle, flattened and cold-forged. Although I don’t know how the priest did it, he just held this stone with unknown meaning.
The brass bullet model played a cruel trick on Maguire.
The three of them returned to the room peacefully. Maguire was full of resentment and regretted that he had missed the move just now——
——If he had been braver, if he had taken one more step forward, he might have been able to stab this hateful priest to death.
Thinking like this, he went to clean up the bullets on the carpet, but his heart became colder and colder.
At first he thought he could pick up six bullets. Since none of these bullets were fired, they should have landed on the stairs.
He rummaged through the first floor, from the stair carpet to the fireplace, and found only three bullets.
After finding his way to the seat in the living room, Maguire heard Zhang Congfeng shouting.
"Stop being so busy! Come and have a drink!"
Maguire tensed up and saw three bullets lined up in a row under the firelight of the fireplace, standing neatly next to the wine bottle. They were going to shoot them out of the python. They would beat his brain to pulp and kill him.
Three times exactly.
"oh..."
Zhang Congfeng carried the grill to the garden and shouted to Maguire.
"Don't be idle! Help our handsome brother light the fire!"
Maguire quickly put down his weapon and dismissed all distracting thoughts.