When you're about to kill someone with a gun, there's only one set of programs going through in your head: finding a target, raising a gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger.

Christina was about to kill with a gun, but she forgot that she wasn't Omar.

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In the middle of the night, when Christina drove her red car to the address provided by the priest, she stayed in the car for a full hour, and she didn't do anything else for the hour.

When she had managed to convince herself, her mind full of the $10,000 it was for Darst, for her home, and not for Evan Busdell, Christina was able to walk towards the house with her gun in her hand.

As a police officer, she didn't need to infiltrate the procedure at all, as long as Hans was indeed hiding in the house; She didn't even have to make any excuse for herself, what was the reason for a policeman to find out that the gunman who had shot at her was hiding in a residential house and had shot him? At most, the report can be written with the phrase 'fear that the suspect will threaten the safety of other citizens', and that's as simple as that.

OK。

Christina walked to the door of the house, dressed in civilian clothes with guns in both hands, and stood in the doorway and took two deep breaths before she was ready.

After opening the insurance, Christina stood behind the side of the door with a gun and aimed at the door lock, at this time, she had already made all the plans, in fact, all the plans were only one word, fast.

Break in quickly, aim at Hans's head before he can escape, and finally, quickly pull the trigger, and the next action is to aim the gun at the guy's boyfriend.

After the killing, she didn't have to run, she just needed to call the police and explain to them when the colleagues on duty arrived that she wanted to come out to relax because of the pressure of raising her son's education, but when she parked the car on the side of the road in a daze, she saw that there was a suspect in the house, and then rushed in, and then, it was not wrong to make it up.

Touch.

A gunshot rang out in the dark of the night, and the lock of the house in front of Christina was completely cracked by the bullet, and even the doorknob fell The moment she kicked the door open.

Empty.

The room without the lights was a little dark, but it didn't delay the shouting and scolding: "FUCK......"

The people inside must have been frightened, there was a gunshot in front of their house at night, and no one could stand it, let alone the gun dealer who had shot at the police?

Hans, shirtless, rushed out of the room wearing only his underwear, he was not stupid, he would definitely not go through the front door in this situation, but after rushing out of the bedroom, he had no chance to get close to the back door.

Christina was standing there, and in the dark night, a short-haired black girl with a Texas police standard Colt pistol walked through the living room with both guns blocking the corridor between the two rooms, the distance between the two was less than five meters, and within this distance, Christina only needed a little force on her fingers, the gunshot would come out, and Hans would immediately fall to the ground and create a pool of blood.

"Don't kill me!"

Begging for mercy is an instinct, and anyone who is untrained and desperate to survive will do so when confronted with a gun, and Hans did it, in fact he didn't even see who was standing in front of him.

And Hans's next action is to kneel, to give in.

"I'm already a person who has lost a qiē, no money, no supply, no land, are you still going to take my life now? And cut off my feet when I die? ”

"Please, I beg you, don't kill me."

A person who has nothing is like a stray dog on the side of the street when faced with slaughter, bullied by an ignorant teenager makes it afraid of every human who passes by it, even if the human wants to approach with kindness, it will run back vigilantly.

Hans had mistaken the man, he thought that it was the 'Foot Cutting Demon' in that town who was going to kill the people who were going to go crazy and crazy, and if he died at the hands of this guy, he might as well be shot and killed by the two policemen who were chasing him.

"I still have a child......"

Hans, whose voice was trembling, could only take out his own child as a shield, the pity of the child was the easiest to touch, and the child who lost his father was undoubtedly pitiful.

Christina was in the perfect position, and with a pull of the trigger, she could solve the simplest of the two troubles, and with a 'bump', any trouble would disappear......

At this moment, Christina's index finger seems to be filled with lead, and every inch of movement is a great test of mental strength, her mental strength is like experiencing a tug-of-war, the evil side pulls a little, her fingers will be a little back, and the good place is pulled a little, and the fingers will return to their original position. This goodness is Christina's police framework, and since she chose to kill Hans in a police way to escape legal responsibility, she must accept the confinement of this framework in her heart.

You are a police officer, and police officers kill people, and police officers kill people for their own safety, but how strong does a police officer need to be able to kill people when he is not on official duty, but only to save himself from trouble?

Christina is not Omar, she has not lived the framework of being a 'bad guy' from the moment she joins the gang, and killing has never been her profession, let alone the only option to survive.

Slowly looking away from Hans, Christina looked at the room that the other party rushed out of, if there was any movement in the room, she would not hesitate to kill the killer, after all, no one wanted to die.

But the man in the room just lay on the bed and watched, his eyes were full of fear, this 'Hans's boyfriend' was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him, in other words, this guy was just an ordinary person, and he would remember the scene he had never experienced in his life for a lifetime.

Whew, whew, whew.

Christina's breathing began to heavily, her feet kept swinging, and even her hands holding the gun tried to re-grasp the pistol several times in a row, in order to make herself more determined. She did her best to make the final decision, and if Christina had been in control for a second longer, she might have stuck with the original intention, but it was just ......

"Who's there!"

The blue of the police lights dangled in the window, and the light of the flashlight shone directly from the door to Christina's feet, and the policeman at the door didn't care what kind of whirlwind the people inside had experienced, he stood on the moral high ground, and shouted in a saving attitude: "Montek police, the people in the house put down their guns and slowly lay on the ground, don't turn around, otherwise I will shoot immediately!" ”

Christina was about to explode, she wanted to jump up and jump on her feet and shout like a normal woman when she vented, this kind of pressure is by no means something that ordinary people can bear.

"Bob? Christina, I pointed a gun at a bastard who fired three shots at me and Zhou the last time he was arrested. "She doesn't have a police number or a place of work at all, and in Montek, there are no police officers who don't know each other.

"Oh, SHIT."

The police officer at the door came with an exclamation, put down the pistol he was aiming at and rushed in, he came in without the slightest suspicion, and directly put the big footprints on the face of Hans, who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy for a long time: "FUCK-YOU!" ”

Empty.

Hans collapsed in response, and this feeling was a rollercoaster of happiness for him, a man who had just experienced life and death, and forgot the cry of pain.

"There's another one here!"

"You, immediately roll off the bed and lie on the ground with your head in your hands, NOW!"

The policeman who came in at the door turned on the light, and Christina, who had been in the dark for a long time, closed her eyes suddenly, as if she had returned to the light world after walking in hell.

"Bob, close the door." The policeman who turned on the light took off his baton and shoved it into Christina's hand, and said softly: "There are no witnesses now, otherwise you can only wait until he is loaded into the police car and do it." ”

The purpose of the baton he gave Christina was clear, and no police officer would protect the suspect with rules and regulations at such times.

Christina still has a chance, that is, to kill Hans directly with a baton, as long as the attack is hard enough, the force is strong enough, the first stick knocks Hans down without more hits, the second stick hits the back of the head can solve the problem immediately.

Christina stared at Hans with a baton, and Hans, who was kicked down, raised his hand slightly, he already knew what was going to happen next, and it was useless to beg for mercy at this time.

"Ah!!!h

Christina, who shouted like crazy, raised her stick and hit it almost with her eyes closed, she knew that she had no chance, a policeman who wanted to be a hero with a heart of justice could shoot at the fleeing gunman, but a tortured policeman who couldn't even calm his own heart couldn't pull the trigger for Hans who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, let alone brutally killed people with a stick.

After a few muffled 'bumps, bumps' and bumps, Hans began to howl in pain, and he shouted at the top of his lungs to all the neighbors around him, otherwise he could not tell when the beating would be over.

Christina could no longer hear any sound, she could not find any outlet except for the mechanical swing of the stick in her hand, her eyes were blurred by then, but no one knew why this woman was crying and crying.

After the door of the "WOW-WOW......" room opened, a man was lying on the ground with his bare ass, and his muscles were all over his body, and he hugged Christina, who had just crossed over to the Montek Police Station on the weekend, and directly carried Christina out of the aisle with his shoulders under his huge strength, and comforted him in the living room: "Okay, okay, if you fight again, you will kill him with your own hands, is it worth committing crimes for him?" When you get back to the police station, you have time, and the big guys in the FBI won't be on our turf at this time. ”

"Yikes!"

Lying on Bob's shoulder, Christina smashed the baton in her hand at Hans, gritting her teeth and shouting, she hated not others, but herself, an ordinary woman who wanted to be a hero without brains, and was not ruthless when she was a bad person.

Syllable.

The truncheon smashed a painting in its inaccurate flight trajectory, shattering the glass on the canvas when the frame hit the ground, and Christina knew that it was a sign that her police career was ruined as well.

Carried out of the room and sitting on the front of the police car, Christina put her hands on both knees, proving her loss with her bent back and lowered head, and said to herself, "I'm just a piece of shit." ”