I quickly rounded the car and looked ahead, but I didn't see the guy in the aisle. I ran a few steps in a row and chased up, and after a few more circles of upward circle, I approached the entrance of the parking lot, and just as I saw the entrance, a figure turned out from the right side of the exit, and when I saw him, I turned around and fired another shot into the passage.

This shot was not accurate at all, it was just a random shot. Obviously, the other party doesn't have the heart to kill me, he's just trying to get more chances for his escape. I tried to kill him as quickly as possible, but the man fired a shot and then disappeared straight into the parking lot, so my bullets missed him.

I slowed down a little and leaned towards the entrance, I had to slow down at the moment, although I knew this guy wanted to run as fast as he could, but after all, he still had a gun in his hand, so he had to be careful.

When I came to the entrance, I quickly glanced out and saw that the figure was stumbling along the side of the road, about 40 meters away from me, and at the intersection farther ahead, there was a police car with flashing police lights, accompanied by the sound of sirens. I immediately aimed at him, but just as I was about to pull the trigger, the guy raised his hand again and shot me again and shouted at the intersection.

The shot hit the wall next to me, and I should have hit him. I saw the gun in his hand come out of his hand, and the shouting stopped abruptly, and the whole person stumbled towards the side of the road for a few consecutive steps before falling headlong next to a large garbage bin on the side of the road.

I immediately stepped out of the entrance and quickly walked towards the man. This guy was just calling for help, and he was actually calling for help from the police! But after a few steps I realized that he was not dead, and after rolling on the ground in a circle, he quickly crawled forward again, and the voice of the German cry for help sounded again, only this time it became more hoarse.

I quickly pulled the trigger again, but when I did, I found that the gun had not all the bullets in it. I quickly reached for my pockets and tried to find a magazine to replace, but just as I was doing this, the police in front of me noticed the situation, and I saw three figures running towards me from the police car, shouting at me as they ran.

I didn't care about them, so I just took out the magazine and changed it. After running for a while, the three cops saw what was going on in my hand, and they immediately slowed down and pulled out their pistols and continued to yell at me.

I quickly changed the magazine and looked at the bastard, who had quickly run to the other side of the big dumpster and hid there, and I could still hear him shouting, he was still screaming for help from the police, maybe because he was shouting too quickly and hard, his voice was now mute, and he was a little out of breath, the shout was like the sound of a broken gong with a hole in it.

I fired several shots in quick succession towards where the sound came from, and when the police saw me shoot, one of them immediately pulled the trigger and began to return fire. The shot almost hit me, and I was forced to lower my body again. And just after this policeman fired, the other two policemen also pulled the trigger. I didn't care about so much, and continued to shoot a few shots at the dumpster in a row, at the moment the target was no longer in my field of vision, I could only hope that the bullet could kill him after penetrating the dumpster, that is, I was already relying on luck at the moment, and we were going to fail!

I didn't give in, and I fired several shots at the dumpster, as if I could kill the guy if I had to run out of bullets in the magazine at once. At this moment, my whole emotions were a little out of control, or for a while, I couldn't accept the reality in front of me. Apparently I don't have a chance, unless the bullet actually pierces the dumpster and kills the guy hiding on the other side. Not only were the three policemen shooting at me, they were still calling for support as they shot at me. And where the police car was parked behind them, more figures appeared there.

The bullets in the magazine of this pistol in my hand could not withstand my exertion at all, and just as the magazine was about to run out of bullets again, the phone in the pocket of my pants suddenly vibrate. This brought me back to my senses, and I immediately thought of the old guy, the old guy is still in the mall, he should still be there, maybe he still has a way. Although I don't really believe in this kind of thought, at this moment I naturally choose to make myself try to think like this, and try to make myself believe it.

I quickly redirected my shots and fired several shots at the three cop companies before backing off. My shooting, so that the three policemen seem panicked, after all, they are not perennial guns and their own enemies to fight and kill soldiers, when the bullets fly towards themselves, few people can calmly continue to shoot at the other party and ensure a certain accuracy, more will choose to dodge, people's sense of self-protection will overcome everything, let people choose to dodge. This was the case with the policemen in front of me, who didn't dare to get too close when I shot them continuously, and after I shot them directly, they all fell to the ground and shouted for support from behind.

I quickly retreated and retreated into the aisle at the entrance and exit of the parking lot before I ran out of bullets in the magazine. After retreating, the initiative fell into the hands of the police again, and they were shooting and shouting loudly, judging by the movement, I think someone was rescuing the guy. Apparently the guy wasn't dead, and although the guy didn't scream again, I knew he wasn't dead and the police were saving him.

I took out my phone and looked into the parking lot, and although I couldn't see the scene in the parking lot at all, the constant gunshots from inside made me unconsciously look down, and I ran back into the parking lot after answering the phone.

The old guy's voice came from the other side of the phone, accompanied by the constant gunshots, "I don't think you succeeded, but I still want to ask you, did you kill him?" ”

"No... No. "At this moment, I'm sure it's the most bitter answer I've ever made in my life. However, the voice of the old guy on the other side of the phone did not seem to be too disappointed, he just said very calmly: "According to the words of my former team member, this scene has ended." It's time for it all to end. ”

"Where are you?" The old guy's words seemed to be saying goodbye, and the constant gunshots on the phone showed that the shooters were not far from him.

"Run on your own. My proudest student. It's time to save your life. And I can't run away. The old fellow said unhurriedly.

Ask for fat!! Where's the fat?!

(End of chapter)