The iron door of the rooftop opened, and Ye Zifei rushed out directly, rolling on the spot, but saw Neck leaning against the edge of the rooftop, holding a gun in one hand, and naturally waved his hand, just like a friend meeting, and greeted: "You are here." ”

Ye Zifei raised his hand to shoot, and the bullet passed through his face, leaving a wound on his handsome face.

Neck's face didn't change, but instead looked up and laughed, "Haha...... Interesting, if it weren't for the fact that you were a woman, I almost suspect that you would be a clown in disguise, not only in the same way of killing, but also in the same character, tooth for tooth and eye for eye. ”

Ye Zifei stood up from the ground, saw the voice and appearance of his former companion again, and only felt mixed in his heart, he was still as innocent and naïve as before.

"Interested in joining our organization? I can introduce you. ”

I didn't expect him to have such a thought, so he deliberately waited here, the current organization is not as beautiful as it was at the beginning, the training camp has long been closed, and the European police and Interpol are pressing step by step.

It is becoming more and more difficult for the organization to survive, not only is it not replenished with fresh blood, but more and more people are leaving and dying.

With the fall of the Joker, the decline of the organization is exacerbated, and they have to recruit mercenaries, veterans, and gangsters, making management more and more chaotic and mission inefficient.

It is also like they taking this opportunity to see if they can open up the increasingly powerful Celestial Empire market and win living space for themselves.

Ye Zifei was silent and asked, "Why didn't you quit?" ”

"Having tasted the taste of blood, how can you be content with ordinary life, killing, death, darkness...... It's all stuff that will make people addicted. ”

Neck's intonation style is as always, like a singing poet, tactfully undulating, the same unknowing, "You are sick, you have to be cured." ”

“……”

"There are seven minutes left, the negotiations are broken, let's do it!"

Ye Zifei and Neck drew their guns and shot at the same time, and at the same time made a move to avoid the rules, their shooting frequency and dodging movements were like a long time ago, just like the same one.

Dense gunfire rang out, bullets flew past them, tongues of fire burst like fireworks, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the rooftop.

The sky gradually darkened, but the sight of the two people was not affected by the light, chasing each other's figures, dodging the oncoming bullets, the rapid bullets pierced the resistance of the air, drawing rays of light, weaving and intertwining, and even the surrounding air became hot.

The howling wind tore at their clothes, and they were like elves dancing in the wind, constantly changing, and shooting seemed to become an art, full of rhythm and rhythm.

Dugu Wuji, who arrived in front of him, saw the scene in front of him, almost looked stupid, recalling that he was excited when he played the ten rings, and now seeing the performance of the two of them, he felt extremely ashamed and inferior, this is simply the art of using a gun.

But fortunately, he did not forget his duty and soon joined the battle, and his weapon was a police low-charge rifle, which was mediocre in power, but it was better than a small recoil and a stable shot.

His addition acts like a catalyst, breaking the equilibrium reaction between the two of them and making the pace of the fight faster and more intense.

Although Neck is one-on-two, it is not difficult to deal with it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he is enjoying it very much, and keeps shouting: "Hurry up, hurry up, you guys are too slow......"

Ye Zifei's face was like water, a sense of powerlessness rose in her heart, she felt that Neck's tone was so annoying for the first time, she already clearly felt the difference between the two, she couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all, he controlled the initiative on the field, and also controlled life and death.

Time passed by seconds, even if they were fighting, Ye Zifei and Neck still had the mental strength to calculate the change in time, and there was not much time left......

Dugu Wuji couldn't dodge, a bullet hit him in the chest, although he was wearing a body armor, but the huge impact almost shattered his bones, his chest was suffocated, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and the muzzle of Neck was already aimed at his head.

At the same time, Ye Zifei's muzzle was already locked on him.

Neck smirked, "Put down the gun, I'll spare his life." ”

"His life or death has nothing to do with me, Neck, you trust your own judgment too much and forget the selfish nature of human nature."

The clown said the same admonition!

Neck's eyeholes shrank suddenly, and he turned his head to look at it suddenly, at this moment the gun in Ye Zifei's hand rang out, and the bullet hit his heart, he looked at the position of the bullet hole, and said with difficulty: "I see, it's interesting......"

Then he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Ye Zifei walked over, looked at his former companions on the ground, raised the gun in his hand, and finally fell weakly, as if he was saying to himself: "In the future, you are not allowed to go to the Heavenly Empire, let alone mention my affairs......"

After saying that, she set up Dugu Wuji and ran downstairs to run for her life, and then felt that the speed was too slow, Ye Zifei directly carried him on her shoulder, and the heavy force of nearly seventy kilograms pressed the wound on her body, she broke her lower lip tightly, and the smell of blood filled her mouth and nose, diverting the attention of pain with pain.

Dugu Wuji's whole body was weak, he was both ashamed and moved, and said weakly: "Let me go down and run away by myself!" ”

"Don't be sentimental, I just need a backrest."

“……”

Dugu Wuji finally couldn't help it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out......

Not long after they left, Neck, who had been shot and fell to the ground on the rooftop, staggered to his feet, bent over, coughed violently, put his hand into his jacket pocket, and took out the lighter that he had carried with him all year round.

He lowered his head and laughed miserably, looked at the exit of the rooftop, and whispered

"Joker, we'll meet again." ”

Ye Zifei fled to the thirty-fifth floor, Dugu Wuji's comrades-in-arms actually ignored the danger and went upstairs to greet them, they saw Ye Zifei and the two, they didn't have time to ask more, they directly picked up the unconscious Dugu Wuji and ran downstairs, Ye Zifei followed closely behind them, and found that the explosives on the lower floors had been tightly covered with sandbags to reduce the lethality and destructiveness after the explosion.

Just arrived at the back of the sandbag bunker on the thirtieth floor, the explosives of the ten-story building exploded at the same time, and the huge energy shook the entire building, shattering the glass of several nearby buildings, and the flying sand and the smoke produced after the explosion spread to all sides, forming a steaming mushroom cloud.

Under the cover of sand and twilight, no one noticed a black glider in the air, like a ghost, floating and gliding in the night, and soon disappeared. (To be continued.) )