Then I looked at the building and thought that my colleague who had gone to the prison with a grenade to kill people was so handsome, at least very happy, at least not to wait here like me.

Wouldn't it be so unreliable, would it be just a puff of smoke in the flue and it would be over? I was thinking about whether I should just rush over and forget it. Black smoke began to rise from the flue, and a faint glow began to glow in one of the rooms down the flue, because the glass was too dark for me to be sure.

The target's men began to notice the black smoke coming out of the flue, but it was nothing, wasn't the flue used to smoke? Until the glass in that room couldn't stand the heat and cracked, I was secretly happy in my heart, and it was done.

At this time, the subordinates noticed the fire in the room, the smoke was getting bigger and bigger, and the patrolling security guards also found out about the strangeness here and rushed over, the subordinates, the security guards were all around the window, the materials of this house were too real, the doors and windows were too strong to enter from the outside, and the people under them kept calling the house again, obviously no one answered.

Taking advantage of the chaos, I also ran to the window and pretended to be anxious and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and save people." The men and security guards looked back at me, and then at the spitting tongue of fire. The struggle in their hearts made them ignore the concept of who I am, after all, people are afraid of death.

In the moment of their hesitation, I jumped to the window with a brisk walk, jumped over, wait, pause here for a moment, the following are dangerous movements, do not imitate. In fact, I was also very entangled, and in the face of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I still couldn't resist it. So on the way here, I jumped into the artificial pool outside the wall.

But I still underestimated the temperature of the room, and in an instant I felt like I had been splashed with boiling water, and the moment I jumped out of the window, I felt like my eyebrows were gone. Landing a forward roll, fortunately the kitchen floor is marble, I quickly ran out of the kitchen, the corners of the clothes have been stained with fire, I quickly patted, it seems that today's luck is good. This can't help but remind me of the peer who took orders by luck, and sure enough, it is difficult to buy good luck.

At this time, the person outside the window shouted inside: How is it, if it's okay, go to the front and open the door... I ignored it and walked straight to the living room, the smoke was very big, I had to hurry, in the distance, the sound of the fire engine had already sounded, the first floor was very large, the furnishings were exquisite, but the target was not here, the fire had gone up to the second floor along the ceiling of the first floor, but I had to go up to find my target, it was really troublesome.

The fire on the second floor is much more serious than on the first floor, the ground is already a little hot, there are many rooms on the second floor, I damn it, I'm a little speechless, do you want to look for it from house to house. I had to run, and the burning heat made me feel uncomfortable.

I just searched for it one by one, and the bigger and bigger smoke made me a little angry. If I had found him, I think I would have been more than happy to give him all the bullets in this magazine. I didn't get a chance to go upstairs any further, and if he wasn't on the second floor, the two eyebrows I lost would be meaningless.

However, I stopped in front of an open door, which was already filled with smoke, and I walked over to it, the drunken subject lying on his side by the window, and as I got closer, I found a thin, shriveled, trembling hand trying to fasten the breathing mask to the target's mouth and nose. Following this hand I saw an old woman lying on the bed, her body connected to many machines, very thin, trying to sit up, trembling all over.

Seeing my presence, her eyes seemed to shine, and she stopped struggling, and then motioned with her hand for me to save the person lying on her side on the ground. I shook my head at her: I'm sorry. I pulled my gun from my lower back, slowly screwed on the silencer, and then flicked the trigger, and the bullet pierced his target's liver through his back and hit the floor.

Black-red blood flowed from bullet holes. The old woman's eyes widened suddenly, and the horror almost made her breathe. She tried to reach out and grab me, but she didn't. The target at my feet suddenly moved, and the intense pain revived him. He clutched his lower abdomen, looked up at me, and smiled miserably at the smoke that filled the room.

I put away my gun and said to him, "Don't worry, I'm accurate, you still have about 12 minutes, please cherish it." I knew he had a gun in his waist, and I didn't mind giving him a shot in the head as long as he moved. Little by little, he tried to stand up, and instead of looking at me, he trembled and put the mask of the oxygen machine back on the old woman's face, the old woman still struggled, the target shook his head slightly and then held her hand, the person on the bed no longer struggled, but the tears kept running down the wrinkles on his face.

The goal seemed to be to accomplish some important mission, and he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the edge of the bed again, raised his head with a smile, and gasped for breath and said, "But ...... I can't trouble you, save my mother. ”

It's strange that the house is full of smoke at this time, and I suddenly want to light a cigarette. After thinking about it, he snorted and replied, "If nothing else, please spend the rest of the time praying that I can get out alive." "I pulled out the old woman's equipment as lightly as possible, and finally the oxygen mask." Please breathe as little as you can, don't move as fast as possible. After saying that, I picked up the person on the bed, and I felt a little struggle, but the strength was too little.

I ran out quickly, and the fire was about to spread to the stairs, and the glass burst one by one, and I ran down the stairs, and my breath gradually became unsupplied, which was really troublesome. I felt that my steps were getting heavier and heavier, and the main entrance of the house was five steps ahead, but my back seemed to be on fire, and I stumbled a little, and my expression began to be a little dazed.

I really didn't think I could do it at that time, and then the front door was knocked open, and it was such a coincidence. I ran out of the fire with smoke all over my body, shoved the old woman into the fireman's hand and ran to the artificial pool. In an instant, the whole person was cool, and the senses gradually returned, as if they had just died once.

About five minutes later, I came out of the pool, intending to leave here in the chaos, and as soon as I got out of the pool, a voice suddenly called out to me behind me......