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Han Yan stood up and walked to the person who fired the gun, kicked the gun away from the hand of the person who had fallen to the ground, and looked down at him, like the former, it was very ordinary from top to bottom, and the dead lost their anger, and it was easy to blend in with the crowd.

Then he suddenly heard a small scream.

Woman's voice.

Han Yan immediately ran over there, and the headlights suddenly lit up on the originally dark wasteland, and then the engine sound and throttle roared.

The two high beams suddenly hit Han Yan, the lights were dazzling, and Han Yan, who was running at high speed, slowed down slightly, while raising his left hand to cover his eyes. The speed slowed down here, but the car on the other side picked up speed and slammed straight into him.

This speed is undoubtedly aimed at killing him.

Han Yan didn't avoid it, he just stepped out and stopped his steps suddenly, then raised his hand steadily, aimed at the driver's head, and shot out.

The people in the car didn't expect him to do this, after all, under such strong light, they couldn't see the situation inside the car at all. But at the same time as the gunshots rang out, they also reacted quickly, the driver turned the steering wheel sharply, the car turned sharply to the side at high speed, and the tires made a sharp sound when they rubbed against the ground, but fortunately the ground was rough and frictional, and the dust was flying for a while, but the car just rubbed out sideways and did not overturn.

Han Yan's shot was narrowly evaded, and the bullet grazed the car window, causing sparks to fly between the sudden friction.

The driver quickly slows down and accelerates, correcting the direction.

Han Yan did not hesitate, his lower body did not move, but only slightly corrected the direction of aiming, and then another shot.

This time, the bullet pierced the window, the glass shattered, and the people in the car cursed, opened the sunroof, stood up, and then took out a pistol and pointed it at Han Yan.

Hunting pistol, large caliber, with a range of more than 100 meters.

Han Yan has a MarkXIX Desert Eagle, which has a lot of recoil.

Han Yan was as calm as a sharp blade at this time, he ran in the horizontal direction of the vehicle, and then slammed into his side while the man shot continuously, rolling for two weeks in a row, and the bullet shot a cloud of dust behind him. He raised his hand as he stopped, and fired a shot at the front tire of the vehicle.

The tires were specially taken out of the way, and they did not burst when they were hit, but the body shook violently. The standing sought-after was originally unstable due to recoil, but at this moment it is even more swaying. Han Yan seized the time, and immediately picked up his wrist after the previous shot was fired, and knocked his index finger and shot again.

While the car was still moving, the driver accelerated sharply when he heard the gunshot, and the bullet escaped the center of the sniper's forehead and grazed his sideburns. Blood flowed down his forehead, flowing through his eyelashes and into his eyes, he raised the back of his hand and wiped his eyes, his eyes were scarlet, and the environment he saw was not clear, in this blurred blood, he continued to shoot Han Yan.

Han Yan had already stood still at this time.

Two gunshots rang out in quick succession.

A shot hit the sniper in the car, right in the forehead.

A shot was shot at Han Yan's feet.

The man who fell crookedly was quickly dragged in by the people in the car.

Han Yan no longer chases, on the one hand, he knows the gap between the two boxes, and on the other hand, he ...... What he heard just now was a female voice, what about Fan Liang?

The windows of the car opened by the gang couldn't see through from the outside, and according to the sound, Qi Huan should have been captured by them.

He turned and walked to where the car had begun, and as he walked in, he saw a man lying on the ground.

It's Fan Liang.

This man's eyes have always been gray, like someone who has lost the will to live, his eyes seem to be covered with a layer of gray, very decadent, not spiritual, but now they emit a little light.

It was like a lamp lit up on a wide street covered with fog.

He was lying flat on the ground, his chest lying together gently, blood in his throat, and his breathing was not smooth. He kept looking at the sky, where the moon finally broke through the thick clouds, revealing an orange-yellow light.

In the middle of the month, the moon is very round.

After hearing Han Yan's footsteps, he tilted his head to this side and stared at the person with both eyes.

Han Yan stopped two steps in front of him, and he saw the knife stuck in Fan Liang's chest.

It's a common method, and he's familiar with it. Han Yan knew that there were fingerprints on the handle of this knife now, and if the fingerprints were collected for analysis, he would find that it was Fan Liang's. Another suicide.

"I'm a police officer, we've met before. Who are those people, they captured Qi Huan. ”

Fan Liang's eyes stared straight at him, his breathing sounded like an old and dilapidated machine that could stop working at any time, like the hollow echo of the wind through an empty house, he didn't speak.

Han Yan continued: "Qi Huan is very young, what happened before won't make her anything, I can save her and let her live a normal life." Fan Liang, you have delayed her for ten years, there is no need to delay her for a lifetime. ”

Fan Liang laughed when he heard this, he grinned, showing a few teeth, but his eyes did not match the movements, so the expression on his whole face was very strange for a while,

Han Yan suddenly understood that for Fan Liang, their life was not called delay.

"Where is Li Jiarong?"

Fan Liang didn't speak, he still maintained that weird smiling face, and his face was distorted.

Han Yan knew based on his breathing rate that this person was going to die soon, and he had to ask Li Jiarong's whereabouts before he stopped breathing completely.

He took a step forward and stared at the person: "Fan Liang, do you think that your result is very good?" Even if we were to commit suicide in fear of crime, we would at least be sure that you were the murderer of the four cases eleven years ago. Oh, plus Li Jiarong, five lives. Serial killers, if they were in the newspapers, they would probably have a shocking headline. Tell me where Li Jiarong is, otherwise I will never tell the media that the murderer is you. ”

Fan Liang's expression immediately changed when he heard this, he had been lying there calmly waiting for death to come and strangle his neck, but at this moment, he suddenly struggled desperately, his eyes widened suddenly, and he squeezed out broken syllables in his throat: "You...... Dare...... You...... Lying ......"

"Why should I lie to you as a dying person," Han Yan looked at him calmly, his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he had no feelings, sympathy or hatred for the dying person in front of him, he didn't look down on him at all, "Fan Liang, you are going to die soon, and there is not much time left for you." Tell me where Li Jiarong is, and I will let everyone know that you are the murderer. ”

Fan Liang struggled to breathe, ten fingers bent up and picked at the ground beneath him, the dry dirt sinking into his fingernails, and then he said, "The ground ...... Next ......"

He had reached his final moments, the scythe of death stuck in his neck, and he struggled with himself, trying to draw oxygen from the blood that had lost power and could not flow, and then he struggled to raise his right hand and grasp the collar of his clothes.