207, the beast in the heart

Hurrying through the intersection, the streets are noisy and noisy, the old man sits on a wicker chair and swallows the smoke with a hookah, and the half-grown child wanders around the roadside in his wide clothes, looking at the passer-by who is hurrying with bad intentions. Two or three women in hot pants sat at the bridge in front of them, laughing and laughing as if no one was around, the shiny silver rings hanging from their ears were shocking, and the makeup on their faces was thick enough to withstand a 7.62 mm bullet.

Mo Lei wore a hard-brimmed cowboy hat on his head, an old pair of jeans and short-waisted Martin boots under a brown jacket, sunglasses in his hand, and a floral silk scarf around his neck. He hid his panting and walked slowly down the sidewalk full of objects up the small bridge, trying to avoid making eye contact with others.

The river under the bridge is muddy and yellow, the weeping willows on both sides are only hanging bare branches, and the red graffiti on the walls of the houses on the bank looks bloody. Mo Lei walked off the small bridge and stood in a grocery store for a moment, observing the movement behind him. The owner of the grocery store was a young lady with a large purple and green floral skirt on her stout body, and looked at Mo Lei with some disdain as she was picking things on the counter. Sure enough, the guy who had been watching the glass counter for a full minute turned around and left the shop.

15 or 6 teenagers riding a mountain bike appeared dozens of meters behind Mo Lei. The young man was wearing a peaked cap on his head, a black jacket and loose pants, the sleeves were rolled up to reveal the tattoo on his arm, he stepped on his feet hard, and when he rushed past Mo Lei, the smell of sweat glands on his body rushed straight to his nose, Mo Lei silently moved half a step to the left, and walked diagonally to the other side of the road.

The young man's feet pedaled fast, and the bicycle soon reached the end of the road, but he did not continue to move forward, but put on a handsome shape and used his feet as a brake, held the bicycle handle with both hands and threw the front wheel back, and rushed along the cobblestone street again.

Between gestures, the pistol on Mo Lei's waist was heavy, reminding him that this was a harsh environment. He only had a Russian-made Rex MP412 revolver and six bullets in the magazine, which was snatched from the gunner just now, the 9.06 mm bullet was very difficult to find, and the bullet was no different from scrap metal after it was fired, and the top priority was to urgently need a weapon with a large-capacity magazine, and the caliber size did not matter.

He walked with his head down, although he noticed the strange behavior of the young man, but as long as he went out of the alley, he turned right onto the street, and he was like a fish in water, and the means of transportation and strange roads could be a good way to hide his tracks.

The bell of the bicycle rang again behind him, and Mo Lei had already walked near the exit, he pressed his body against the wall on the left side to move forward, and his left hand reached into his arms to grab the handle of the revolver, feeling the cold temperature of the handle of the composite gun. The teenager on the bicycle roared away from the right and rushed into an alley in front of Mo Lei's right.

Mo Lei quickened his pace, and there were still more than ten meters to the street entrance. He saw the shopping mall opposite, and saw the pedestrians at the exit of the mall, and when he was about to run, two strong men rushed out of the alley on the right, holding black pistols in their hands, although the weapons were old, but they could still kill people.

The left hand was withdrawn from his bosom and the trigger was pulled, Rex's automatic shell function was not easy to use, the feel after the bullet flew out was not very good, the recoil raised the bullet a few centimeters, and the bullet flew over the head of the strong man holding the short-barreled shotgun, and the two strong men shrank back in fright. Fortunately, Mo Lei didn't want to kill, he was actually aiming at the opposite wall, and Rex's loud noise and large-caliber bullets were enough to scare away the latter.

Years of experience and knee-jerk reactions cultivated on the line of life and death made Mo Lei only quickly bend down and turn over after firing the first shot, and a bullet hit the position where he was just standing, splashing a cloud of dust on the wall. Mo Lei rolled to the right, and fired a shot at the two gunmen behind him, and the 9.06mm bullet spun and drilled into the thigh of one gunman, the gunman fell to the ground and screamed loudly, and the other gunman jumped to the side of the road to find cover.

The two-meter-wide road, the cobblestones hit the body and hurt, and the wound was probably torn again.

Yu Guang saw the double-barreled shotgun at the entrance of the alley on the right sneakily sticking out a section, and Mo Lei raised his hand to fire another shot. He was now familiar with Rex's feel, the bullet flew around the corner, breaking a piece of the stone on the wall, the shotgun retracted again, and Mo Lei had rushed closer, rolled over and leaned against the corner. He saw the gunman hiding behind him raise his hand from the hiding place and fired a shot, but the bullet didn't know where it hit, so he also fired back at the opponent, and after the gunman hid again, he grabbed the shotgun that came out of the wall with his right hand and dragged it forward, and put the pistol against the forehead of the other gunman with his left hand, and turned his body into the alley.

On the ground, his hard-brimmed cowboy hat stood in a strange position between two pebbles.

On the side street, all the shops that were originally open for business pulled down the roller shutters, the old man who smoked at the corner of the street dropped his hookah and hid indoors, but the half-old children and the girl who was sitting on the pier of the bridge chatted rushed over looking for the gunshots, standing at the end of the bridge and pointing in the direction of the shootout.

Mo Lei snatched the double-barreled shotgun and smashed the gunman with his backhand, and the revolver pushed on the forehead of the standing gunman, "Palazi's men?" Take me to him. ”

The gunman in front of him was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with sparse hair on the top of his head, a broad forehead, sparse eyebrows, a high nose, and a pair of eyes full of perverse looks. He was pressed against the wall by Mo Lei, but his right hand was still holding the handle of the gun, and his fingers subconsciously shook it, Mo Lei raised his hand very simply and shot him, breaking his arm, and picked up the Taurus 76 revolver that fell to the ground in the other party's screams, and shook it in his hand, and the barrel poked the other party's body, and said fiercely.

"The next shot will hit you in the head, tell me, where is he?"

"You're going to die, I tell you." The gunman stopped screaming, his face pale, his teeth gritted, and his eyes were violent and fierce.

"There's still a living mouth next to you, don't be reckless." Mo Lei's gun barrel was pushed hard again, and the gunman's forehead was purple and red, and the back of his head hit the wall with a 'bang'.

"Parazi will kill you, will tear you ......". The gunman cursed, his left hand supporting his bloody right hand.

The barrel of the gun in Mo Lei's hand was raised, the butt of the gun was raised and smashed down, and the gunman snorted and fainted. He fired another shot at the gunman hiding on the opposite corner, and on the street, the guy with the broken leg had already crawled to a corner on his own to hide, and the other gunman had just poked his head out and was frightened back by Mo Lei's bullet.

Stretched out his hand and slapped the gunman lying on the ground in the face, the gunman opened his eyes in a daze, and was pressed hard by the barrel of the gun emitting hot gas, and Mo Lei's voice sounded gloomily, "Tell me, where is Parazi?" ”

"How the do I know?" The gunman, who had just woken up, reacted quickly, held back the pain, and asked a sly rhetorical question.

Mo Lei didn't ask a second question, his knee pressed on the opponent's chest, his left hand gradually applied force and pressure, and the palm of his right hand slapped the gunman's left ear. The gunman let out a sharp scream, and the sudden pain made him close his eyes and scream, dancing incoherently, Mo Lei twisted the other party's ears and roared, "Hurry up, do you want to go to hell with your companions?" ”

The gunman opened his intact eye, his eyes full of fear and stinging vulnerability, "I really don't know where Parazi is, he's the boss, how can we know, please don't hit me." ”

"How many addresses does he have? Hurry up and say it, and I'll kill you if it's wrong. ”

Mo Lei moved the barrel away, but the hand that twisted the ear turned hard in a counterclockwise direction. Slightly to the side, the left hand holding the gun fired another shot diagonally diagonally.

There isn't much time left, I'm afraid the brigade is rushing this way.

"Ahhh............h The gunslinger howled like a pig, "Let go of my ......, I say!" ”

"I'll listen."

Mo Lei's hand did not relax at all, his head turned vigilantly to observe the surroundings, there was no one in the alley, and at a certain threshold in the distance, the mountain bike was lying alone on the ground, and the boy had long since disappeared.

"He's probably ......."

The gunman said three addresses in one breath, and then looked at Mo Lei with one eye full of hope, but Mo Lei's right hand was exerted again, and the naked eye could see that the pinna of the ear had changed from miserable white to purple, and the lower part of the earlobe began to bleed. He glanced indifferently at the gunman, whose face was distorted, and the knee pressed against him gradually became stronger.

"Repeat it first, and then talk about the most likely address, and how many people are around him."

"I'm ......, I can't breathe, let go, you devil!" The gunman was in pain, his whole body trembled, and his fingers spasmed into the ground.

"Speak quickly!" Mo Lei aimed diagonally and fired another shot, and the gunman finally just met the bullet, taking away his two fingers, and the screams made people's scalps chill.

"I say, I'll tell you everything!"