If a killer is also a profession, then Luo Chun is the most professional killer.

When the name Luo Chun is mentioned, few people may know it, but if the code name of Shadow is mentioned, many Interpol police officers are afraid that they will grit their teeth and be impressed.

No one knew his name, and no one knew what he looked like. But one after another murder incidents are the same, and all the fingers are pointed at the same person.

If there is a killer ranking, then the Shadow is the undoubted top of the list.

In the past nine years, there has been no shortage of high-ranking people of some international criminal groups who have died under his gun, and there is no shortage of leaders and dignitaries of some small countries...... After the killing, all of them retreated and then disappeared.

It's like death, coming silently, harvesting life silently.

Initially received the task of assassinating Chang Hongbin through his family, Luo Chun never thought that there would be much trouble.

But after lurking on the roof for four whole days, when he saw that he was about to succeed, he was destroyed by a bodyguard who couldn't see his face clearly.

The timing of the opponent's dodge happened to be the moment he pulled the trigger, so he then let go of his fingers, didn't fire a shot, and fled directly.

It was only after escaping that he realized that the mission might be a bit tricky.

But the killer has no choice, he has received a huge amount of money, how can he say that he will go back. So after receiving new information, he prepared a second assassination.

Coincidentally, coincidentally, he couldn't help but burst into foul mouth, and the moment his bullet flew out, the target turned its head as if it had sensed it.

He doesn't believe in such a mysterious thing, so it can only be attributed to coincidence. And when he then noticed his target's dodging move, he realized that he had been fooled.

The target could not have been so nimble.

He reacted so quickly that he didn't even pick up a sniper rifle and dodged out the door. But it was still late, and five or six men in civilian clothes with guns came hurrying forward.

At this time, Luo Chun knew that he might have to make a mistake today.

Getting rid of everyone, when he went downstairs, he saw not only the familiar young man, but also a group of gunmen waiting at the door.

He had no choice but to shoot in retaliation. The quality of the only pursuers far exceeded the so-called police elites and special forces he had faced before, and he decisively gave up the idea of replenishing guns and continued to run.

When there is no escape, taking hostages has become the only way at the moment.

Coincidentally, an unlucky ghost realized that he went straight forward and strangled the opponent's neck, and the muzzle of the gun was pushed up.

It worked, and the pursuers then stopped their way on.

When Zhou Qing rushed to the corridor on the third floor, what he saw was the situation where Wei Haikun and the others were standing against the middle-aged man.

If he is in the position of a middle-aged man, he may be too nervous to do it. The middle-aged man's eyes were always cold and indifferent, and the mechanical handle hit the hostage's forehead, and the moment the gun fell, a creepy feeling followed.

There was a bang, and an intelligence officer who had no time to dodge covered his legs and screamed.

The rest of the people did not dare to shoot under the rat trap, but could only retreat continuously.

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment.

Shouldn't the confrontation be followed by a negotiation of conditions? But the middle-aged man chose to shoot and wounded one of his own team members.

This thought flashed, and in an instant, a sense of violence made Zhou Qing raise the muzzle of the gun.

He hates people who disregard life and wants to know if the other person's head is iron. As for the hostage, he may not be called a hostage, because he has become a shield in the hands of the other party to slaughter everyone.

Wei Haikun was cautious, he knew that something was wrong when he looked at Zhou Qing's expression, and when he stepped back, he hit Zhou Qing's shoulder hard, scattering Zhou Qing's idea of shooting.

Immediately afterwards, he shot decisively, and the target was also the opponent's next game.

Their training is about human lives, but it's clear that there's a need to be improvised.

With a muffled snort, the middle-aged man was hit in the wrist.

With a crooked body, he fell to the ground with the hostage.

How could Wei Haikun let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the person quickly pounced, like an eagle.

Then, all the personnel moved forward and gave up using their guns.

There was another bang, and Wei Haikun reversed and returned faster than when he went, and a mouthful of blood had already gushed out halfway.

He didn't scream, he didn't scream.

When his eyes saw Zhou Qing rushing over for the second time, his heart calmed down a little.

He was creating opportunities for his teammates with his life.

Luo Chun saw the young man he was most familiar with again.

New hatred and old hatred, he grinned and pulled the trigger again.

However, it was unpredictable and fast, and then the young man crashed into his arms. The gun rang out, but someone took his wrist and shot him into the air.

Although Luo Chun was not shocked, his elbow immediately bent and pressed down heavily.

Zhou Qing lightly flanked his neck, and before Luo Chun could call again, his arm suddenly exerted force, and the muzzle of the gun turned and pointed at Luo Chun's neck.

The situation should have settled, and the feeling of a handstand immediately came up, and Zhou Qing noticed a flash of light in the corner of his eye.

Dagger, this Luo Chun didn't care about death, and pulled out the dagger at the moment when Zhou Qing's muzzle was pointed at him.

It could all have been less than two seconds, and many of his teammates weren't even close.

Sting!

The cool feeling in his neck made Zhou Qing's eyes change drastically, if he hadn't raised his head in time, this throat would have been cut.

Didn't give the opponent any more chance to fight back.

Click!

The moment he got up, Zhou Qing folded Luo Chun's right arm in half, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qing grabbed his intact left arm, turned the person around, and firmly pressed it to the ground.

Luo Chun screamed and struggled, but he no longer had the slightest strength.

The rest of the intelligence department personnel and the coordinated police arrived at this time, and cooperated with Zhou Qing to press Luo Chun without moving. If you react quickly, you will exert force in your hand and remove Luo Chun's chin.

They have come into contact with many kinds of people, and the first thing they usually do after subduing them is to make them incapacitated for suicide.

Zhou Qing broke away from the encirclement, rubbed his neck with his hand, his hands were full of blood, he only felt that if the dagger was one more point, he would be finished.

Wei Haikun also struggled to get up from the ground, although he had body armor, he still knew that his ribs had been broken by blunt force.

This pain was like tickling with him, he glanced at Zhou Qing approvingly, and dialed the ambulance phone.

The operation has been successful so far, although the movement is too loud, but the murderer has been captured alive, and no one has been fatally injured so far. The most serious one may be the colleague who just broke his leg.

Of course, this is not a trivial matter.

Familiar with the performance of firearms, he knew exactly what the consequences of such a shotgun would be when it hit him. But it's nothing compared to the thrill of closing the net.

The soldier in his heart, wounded and killed is as common as eating, the purpose is to achieve the goal.