"No!"

Yan Kuang was still expressionless, let him give up being a killer, it would be better to let him die.

"No ......"

The old man looked frightened, he saw a person appear behind Yan Kuang, a very strong young man holding a sharp machete, that person's figure was half a head taller than Yan Kuang.

Yan Kuang also seemed to feel something, and his body ...... slightly to one side

It's a pity that it's late!

The sharp knife turned into a light and shadow in the air, and slashed down on Yan Kuang's shoulder, the hand holding the sniper rifle had fallen to the ground in a flash of the edge, and the tail of the sniper rifle had no arm support, and it was immediately erected, and the muzzle of the gun was upward.

It's Liu Biao!

The matter is not over, if it is over, Liu Biao is not Liu Biao, when the knife flashed and the arm fell to the ground, Liu Biao suddenly kicked on the crook of Yan Kuang's leg, Yan Kuang's leg knelt down, supported his body with one hand, and took off his rifle...... Liu Biao was still not finished, and the bloody knife slashed towards Yan Kuang's arm propped on the ground......

All the movements were only a few seconds, without the slightest blockage, "Peng!" Blood splashed, Yan Kuang lost the support of his arm, his body fell heavily to the ground, and his eyes were staring at his blood-stained sniper rifle......

A killer without a gun is no different from an ordinary person, and a killer like Yan Kuang, who is fanatical about guns and doesn't bother to practice any martial arts at all, for people like them, guns are almost life.

Now, Yan Kuang has no gun, which is equivalent to no life.

"Kuang'er!" The old man rushed towards Yan Kuang, Zhang Yang sighed and let go of the knife in his hand, although Zhang Yang let go, but the old man's throat was still cut by the sudden rush A deep wound, blood leaked wildly.

"Kuang'er, I hurt you, I hurt you......" The old man's voice was low and hoarse, hugging Yan Kuang's torso without arms.

"Dad, it's okay, I didn't think I'd die well on my first day as a killer, ahem...... Dad, I love the feeling of you holding me, I love ...... When I was a child, I liked you to hold me the most......" Yan Kuang's cold face has turned into a trace of warmth, as if, he has forgotten the pain, galloping in that beautiful childhood memory, he is recalling the warmth of being held and played by the old man.

"Woo...... Dad shouldn't let him go down this dead end......" The old man buried his head in Yan Kuang's chest.

"No, Dad, what I am most grateful for is that you brought me into the profession of killer, I like this profession, I like ......" Yan Kuang wanted to pat the old man's shoulder with his hand, but he had no arm, so he could only use the bleeding limb to touch the old man's body, and the old man was covered in blood.

"He's not going to die!" Zhang Yang looked at the time, suddenly walked to the two of them, pulled the old man away, and said, "However, you must die!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the knife in Zhang Yang's hand flashed, and the old man's choked voice suddenly stopped, covering the blood spraying from his throat with both hands, and looked at Zhang Yang blankly, suddenly, with a grateful face, he squeezed out two words from his throat: "Thank you......"

The old man fell to the ground slowly, without pain, with a happy look on his face, as if he had fulfilled his greatest wish.

At the moment when the old man closed his eyes, Zhang Yang's knife light flashed again, Yan Kuang's throat soared with a touch of blood, Yan Kuang's eyes always looked at Zhang Yang, and there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes, he also opened his mouth desperately, and squeezed out two words: "Thank you......"

Looking at the two blood-stained corpses that fell to the ground, Liu Biao looked at Zhang Yang in surprise, his mouth opened and he didn't speak.

"Let's go...... I'll explain it to you later...... There is no time now, according to the police force of City C, it should be time to block this area now, and there will be advanced police ......"

Zhang Yang took the Type 92 pistol in his hand, put a few magazines on the old man's body, and strode out of the ancient and dilapidated bell tower, while Liu Biao followed behind Zhang Yang with a gloomy face.

After leaving the scene, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao immediately changed out of the bloody clothes on their bodies, took off the gloves on their hands, and concentrated all the items in one backpack, and put the clothes they took off in the other backpack.

Casually found an alley and walked out, sure enough, the police outside have not been deployed, but I saw some police cars frantically flashing police lights patrolling the road, obviously, at the beginning the killer fired a few shots to shock the public security department, in the absence of support, they did not dare to rashly blockade, after all, the other party is a sniper, in this city, a sniper's destructive power is far beyond the forest.

The two had already taken off the baseball cap and the peach pit in their mouths, swaggered and called a taxi to leave City C, and went to County D, which is only a river away from City C, and after changing a few taxis, the two went directly to County H.

Both of them were very depressed and didn't speak, the death of the father and son killer made them feel extremely depressed, especially Liu Biao, he never understood why Zhang Yang did that, obviously Zhang Yang had promised the old man not to kill the young killer, but Zhang Yang still killed.

Before they arrived in County D, the two got out of the car again, walked a distance, and found a motorcycle rental to send them to the county seat of County D, and now they must be careful not to leave clues to be followed by the police.

Finally, the two settled in a small hostel in County D.

The two of them took a shower, cleaned their wounds, and then sat on the bed in a daze, and the footage of the father and son killer hugging each other kept hovering in their minds.

"Want to hear me explain?" Zhang Yang sighed and looked at Liu Biao, who was silent.

"I believe you will be able to give me a satisfactory explanation." Liu Biao sat upright, although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's way of dealing with it, he now had a blind trust in Zhang Yang.

"I told the old man that his son would not die to alleviate his suffering, and as you can see, he died peacefully, and I think his greatest wish in the last moments of his life was to hope that his son would live."

"Oh...... I understand......" Liu Biao suddenly realized. The gloomy look on his face unraveled, "That and that...... Why should that young man thank you?

"He has understood what I mean, both of them are going to die, there is no doubt that it is more in line with their wishes for the old man to die first, if the young man dies first, the old man must be full of pain at the moment of death, since they are all dead, I can let them choose a reasonable and pleasant way to die, this is what we can do, as for my promise that the old man will not kill the young man, it is just a white lie!"

"The two of them must die, first of all, they can no longer escape the pursuit of the police, if they are caught by the police, our identity may be exposed, in addition, in case they escape, then, we will still be pursued by them endlessly, he must be endlessly hunted, of course, you may say, one of them is a bad old man, the other is a cripple with broken arms, where is there any force to hunt us down?"

"I'm sure it's a wrong idea, that young man doesn't die, he will definitely think of several ways to get revenge on us, to wash away their shame with our lives, he is the kind of person who is very dangerous, he has strong willpower, he can't use a gun, he will use other means, even, unscrupulous, at that time, he will be more terrible than when he had not lost his arm!"

Zhang Yang explained the reason very carefully, he didn't want to plant a shadow in Liu Biao's psychology.

"Hehe, I misunderstood you, if you die, you're dead, aren't you just two garbage killers!" Liu Biao stood up and slapped Zhang Yang's body hard, obviously, his trace of estrangement had disappeared.

"Ouch...... I said Brother Biao, can't you shoot somewhere else? Zhang Yang was photographed by Liu Biao and his teeth were bared in pain.

"Oooh...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Yang, I was wrong, where does it hurt...... Where ......" Liu Biao's heavy hand touched Zhang Yang's body for a while.

"Damn, you've become a pervert too......"

……

The two fought for a while, and the unpleasantness at the beginning disappeared, the two have been dating for many years, and they have some tacit understanding, so they naturally know what the other party thinks, in general, Liu Biao is much simpler than Zhang Yang's thoughts.

"Liu Biao, I have to tell you something!" Zhang Yang suddenly said with a serious face.

"Huh?"

"There are countless stories behind everyone, even the most vicious people will have a kind and warm side, people, there is no good or bad, everyone has their own family, their own friends, just like the killer, their father-son relationship is touching, but their hands are stained with blood, they are killers, the relatives of those deceased, will they think they are good people? The answer is yes, no! ”

(To be continued)