255. Kill the killer

The sky suddenly darkened, as if a veil had been draped over the canopy. The sunlight hid behind the layers of dark clouds, struggling to gild a golden edge on the edge of the clouds, and in the western canopy, the white clouds connected together, converging with the wind towards the dark clouds. On the side of the road, the slender wax palm swayed in the wind, looking weak and unable to resist the wind.

From the first shot fired by Zhou Rui to now, it has only been 3 minutes. The sound of gunfire and explosions in the otherwise quiet streets was incessant, as passing cars turned away and residents of nearby neighborhoods stepped inside and closed their sturdy wooden doors.

Probably knowing that Tina and Mo Lei would definitely not be hurt together, Digger had no worries when he pursued Nixon. Both of them were injured - Nixon ate a bullet from Zhou Rui, right in the lower abdomen, and half of his ear was cut off by Mo Lei's knife; Diggle was shot by Nixon, the bullet broke his left shoulder blade, and the bullet grazed his leg. Both of them were covered in blood, and they took the same route as the road that slowly rose next to the stone mountain.

It was Diggle who fell first.

After running for a few tens of meters, Nixon's figure suddenly disappeared. Diggle carefully looked left and right, there was a dilapidated dilapidated building on the left hand of the ramp, several teenagers hid aside and looked at Diggle below with interest, and on the right hand side was the stone mountain, which was bare and could not hide anyone.

Diggle took out a stack of dollars from his pocket and shook it at the group of teenagers, motioning for them to tell them where the black man was, but the teenagers looked at Diggle with mockery in their eyes, and none of them paid any attention to him. Diggle shoved the dollars back into his pocket as he walked, but suddenly two bullets shot into his body from the road in front of him.

Diggle snorted, his eyes widened in surprise, and he rolled backwards to the ground, rolling his body on the ground a few times, and lay on the curb without moving.

A moment later, Nixon, whose face was covered in blood, poked his head out of the sewer in front of him, and the silver suit on his body had long since lost its original appearance, but his eyes were still dripping and shining. He glanced in Diger's direction, and saw the Buick whizzing away, and the Russian was sitting in the driver's seat, but strangely, Nixon did not have the intention of shooting at the Buick, so he let them go.

The teenagers below the corridor were still standing in place, looking at Nixon and the corpse on the ground, talking to each other, their immature faces showing no fear.

The corpse on the ground suddenly moved.

But Nixon also stared at Diggle - rolled around a few times, and the pistol was still in his hand?

The two men fired almost simultaneously, with Diggle tumbling toward the center of the road as he fired, a bullet into his waist. His bullet jammed Nixon's right calf tibia, and Nixon almost fell to the ground, but after shaking it, he stood up straight, and the gun in his hand was still firmly pointed in the direction of Diggle.

Mo Lei ran uphill with a gun from the corner, the sound of the Koch G41 automatic rifle was like two steel pipes colliding together, he raised his hand to shoot three bursts, Nixon's body leaned back, his back jumped on the ground a few times as if it was loaded with a spring, he turned over, his body swooped down, although he was lame, he jumped and walked in a very peculiar posture, and jumped to the other side of the stone mountain in three or two steps.

'Boom' finished firing the bullets in the magazine, and the empty compartment hang-up lever jammed the groove in the sleeve. Mo Lei pulled out the M16 magazine on his waist, replaced the empty magazine with one hand, pressed the release button, and the gunfire continued to ring, chasing Nixon's hideout.

As far as the eye could see, he saw a man in black jumping out from under the building on the left, Mo Lei did not move the muzzle, but pulled out a pistol with his left hand, and raised his hand to hit all three bullets on the man in black. The gun was put in his pocket, his footsteps did not stop, and the automatic rifle continued to fire and move forward.

The children were excited and screamed.

His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and his facial muscles were painful, Mo Lei was furious at the moment, but his mind was clear.

The gunfire in the rear became scarce, and the opponent was also using an automatic rifle of the HK series, and the mercenaries led by Albert had all kinds of weapons. After the explosion of a grenade, the gunfire became more fragmented and gradually approached.

Mo Lei put the butt of the gun on his waist, held the handguard in his left hand, the muzzle of the gun was slightly down to the right, and his legs moved quickly, constantly suppressing Nixon with three consecutive shots. When he approached the back of the stone mountain, he simply threw away the automatic rifle, pulled out the pistol in his left hand, lowered his body, and fired two shots while jumping out with his head down.

Nixon returned fire, but still a step too slow, with one bullet hitting his right chest and another shot slightly higher than his face. Mo Lei continued to shoot, this time knocking the pistol in Nixon's hand away, and the man also pounced, and when he approached, raised his hand to break Nixon's two legs.

The black man was lying on the ground, his hands propped on the ground and his body was raised up, his face covered with blood was still smiling, and there were blood stains between his snow-white teeth. He looked at Mo Lei, who had an indifferent face, and suddenly laughed.

"You killed my friend."

The gunfire in the direction of the square was still ringing, not intense but still coming and going. Mo Lei didn't care about the lives of others, just stepped on the wound in Nixon's leg with one foot, twisted his leg hard, and spoke softly.

He wasn't asking, he was speaking plainly.

"Hmm." Nixon lost his usual calm and elegant form, and casually spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, "Shoot." ”

"Why?" Suddenly, Mo Lei's face turned red, and the barrel of the gun was pointed forward.

When he thought that Zhou Rui was also dead, Mo Lei was bored for a moment, and he had the heart to commit suicide.

Everything is self-inflicted, and so many people have died because of themselves. If the people closest to you also die in front of you because of yourself, then kill these people and kill yourself. What's the point of being alive? Every day I will be weighed down by this guilt.

"You're still a kid, aren't you?" Nixon smiled lovely, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes, after all, Mo Lei's feet kept rubbing his wounds, "I told you a long time ago, see who gives more money." ”

"Tell me what's next for you?"

"I don't know." Nixon could no longer support his arms, and his upper body slowly lay down, and the blood from the wound on his chest began to bubble. He still grinned and told Mo Lei, "Let's go quickly, it's too late to leave, there are a lot of people." ”

Mo Lei looked at the killer at his feet with vacant eyes, and the barrel of the gun was firmly aimed at Nixon's head. Before, he thought he would ask some questions, but now he didn't want to ask anything. It's not that I can't ask anything, but I suddenly feel that even if I ask something, what will happen? Will you give up on your plans?

"Oh yes, Meng Chenglong also has a daughter." The killer's breathing became heavier and heavier, his voice became hoarse and low, and his gaze gradually drifted, "In America...... in Chicago. Brother, don't trust people so easily, no one in this world is clean, not even newborn children are guilty. ”

"Why lie to me?" Mo Lei didn't react to what Nixon said, and after muttering to himself, the finger that grabbed the trigger suddenly forced, and a bullet shot into the eyebrow of the killer on the ground, piercing out the back of his head, bringing out a large patch of blood and brain.

Mo Lei ran out of the four remaining bullets in the pistol at the corpse, replaced the magazine, and then picked up Nixon's pistol on the ground and stuffed it around his waist. He heard the gunshots still ringing in the square, and the distant sirens blaring in the distance. After thinking about it, he simply walked out of the back of the stone mountain and walked onto the road.

Tiggal was gone, a pool of black-red blood underground.

The group of teenagers were still watching from the building, and there were a few more girls than before. Mo Lei quickly rushed to the opposite side, took two seconds to climb the slope, glanced at the group of children coldly, and rushed into the alley.

The alleys in this residential area extend in all directions like spider webs, as long as you enter it, only people like Mo Lei, who is 'crazy', can retreat, and the police can only sigh.

The square was littered with bullet casings and corpses. Covered in blood, Albert sat at the exit of the path leading to the top of the stone hill, pulled out a grenade with one hand, pulled open the safety pin, and threw it at the two men rushing at the opposite side.

Then, at the sound of the explosion, Albert leaned back.

Mercenaries, when they take other people's money, they have to make others feel that they are worth their money.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, Albert looked at Heinrich, who was lying on the ground on his left, feeling a little guilty.

"The corpse should be taken home." He thought, then closed his eyes.