89. Coyotes who are prepared for danger in times of peace

The coyote's hand is in an awkward position, such as his hand is stretched straight from head to tail, how to say? It's like a retractable stick.

It was an adjective that Paul came up with when he was talking to his friend, and he spent a total of three minutes in it, and for a minute and a half in a state of complete confusion, but he kept saying that he was sober and watched.

When they first started, the others didn't see what kind of weapon the coyote was using. The first coyote to attack is the one who shakes the shrine, using his left hand. His left hand quickly reached forward, followed by his right hand, and his right hand attacked the guy to König's left.

Then he took a step forward and walked to Koenig's side, and with a wave of his left hand, Koenig's pistol he had just raised fell to the ground. He stretched out his right hand and wrapped his arms around Koenig's neck, and then Papa and Paul saw clearly that the coyote had two more small scalpels in his hands, and the scalpel in his right hand was against Koenig's Adam's apple, and the blood droplets from the knife in his left hand were slowly falling from the tip of the knife at this moment.

The coyote laughed suddenly, his beard so big that he couldn't see his smiling expression, but it did make a laugh, and the voice that came out of his throat was sharp and hoarse, like a wolf's howl.

He smiled and said to the guy who shook the Buddhist altar just now, "Guy with many hands and feet, I'll let you die last." ”

Paul then realized that the two guys behind Koenig, the one on the left, had fallen to the ground with his throat in his arms, and convulsions, blood gushing from between his fingers. The guy on the right had a broken throat, and he also fell to the ground, looking at his bloodied hands in disbelief, and there was a swallowing sound in his throat, and his blood almost shot out, spilling on a small blanket in front of the shrine.

The tip of the coyote's right hand stabbed a millimeter into Koenig's Adam's apple, and Koenig gave up trying to blurt out a shout, but his eyes purred fiercely. The tattoo on his right wrist with a gun was broken, starting as a thin streak of blood, and soon beads of blood came out, and then the blood quickly flowed down the ground, dropping a few drops on the carpet every second, and then being quickly absorbed.

"Coyote, you don't dare kill me. If you can't get out, you kill me, and my men will hunt you down anywhere, and not only that, but they'll kill everyone you care about, including your neighbors. Koenig's hoarse voice did not show weakness, and his expression was fierce.

The coyote remained motionless in that position.

"What the fuck, why are the police still here watching, hurry up and do your job, this fucking if I die, your whole family is going to die, you know? My men won't let you go, and your boss will clean you up. Koenig's eyes were murderous, glaring at the 190-centimeter-tall sheriff, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Paul, who was next to him, was eager to find a hole to get into, and his urine came in bursts, and his sphincter seemed to be out of control. The two men on the ground, the one on the left had stopped convulsing, and the one on the right seemed to be still flowing with blood, staining a large chunk of the carpet beneath him.

"Your men are attacking from my living room next door, right? Oh, I don't know where I put my bomb? Yard gate? Or roller shutters? It's going to die. ”

The coyote sneered, but seemed to sigh in his throat, "It's a pity that I've spent a lot of time decorating here." ”

The coyote's voice seemed to have a hint of emotion, but Papa knew that the emotion in his voice was not for anyone, but for the town. The coyotes have been in this town for three years, and this group of lawless people came here last year, stealing and looting, and doing all kinds of evil, so that the people of the town tremble and panic, and stay at home at eight o'clock in the evening.

I also want to arrest him, but I still have my boss, my boss and my boss, and they are also turning a blind eye to Koenig's behavior, what can I do?

"So how do we leave? You're not going to blow it all up, are you? Papa nodded, but was worried about how powerful the coyote's bomb would be, and whether it would affect the other buildings.

The coyote smiled again, this time with a somewhat cryptic, even say—a little cute, and a little out of proportion to his bearded and indifferent expression.

Papa pulled his pistol out of his holster.

"But what do I do?" Paul stood beside him in a panic, his voice sobbing as if he had forgotten about himself.

The sound of a bomb detonating came from the courtyard next door, accompanied by several loud wails and the crash of iron sand into all corners, which shook the bungalow, the fluorescent lamps on the walls and the chandelier above the table top, and the dust fell down.

"You'll be safe." Before Paul could speak, the scalpel of his right hand plunged lightly into Koenig's throat, and then immediately backwards like a chicken, and the knife cut a long cut under Koenig's throat knife. König didn't have time to struggle, and his fierce eyes dimmed, slowly losing their vitality.

This was probably the longest minute and a half of Paul's life, and of course, it wasn't until the coyote put down the corpse in his hand and said something that he realized that it had only been three minutes since he came in, and that the next minute and a half was the bearded man talking and moving.

"It's 8.35 now, you guys lie down behind the couch, and in three minutes, if I don't come in, you're going to shoot yourself." The coyote picked up Beletta on the ground and threw it to Paul, "Americans, you're going to shoot, right?" ”

Paul nodded busily, but after taking the pistol, he became scared again.

What the fuck is going on, I'm just here to buy a communication device, and I'm calling me a murderer?

"Papa, help me keep those spirit cards, I can't bring them." The coyote nodded at Papa, and in his right hand pulled out a Makarov pistol with a muffler from under his wide shirt. Paul wondered where the little scalpel in his right hand had gone.

The coyote stopped talking, and when he walked to the door, he turned off the electric switch, and the room was suddenly dark.

"That guy can't run away on his own, right? I'm just a buyer. Paul whispered to Papa, who was crouching beside him, that he wanted to blow his head off with a gun.

Papa ignored him, he was too tall, even as he crouched behind the couch, his head sticking out of the back of the chair, his eyes shining in the darkness through the faint light outside. Gunshots began to sound outside the door, and all the shopkeepers in the entire street hurriedly turned off the lights and closed their shops and hid.

The coyote did not walk through the gate when he left, but quickly walked through the side window. As if he knew where Koenig's men were hiding, he hung his left hand at his side, held Makarov's pistol in his right hand, and fired into the dark corner as he walked, Makarov with a muffler could barely hear the sound, he circled around his shop and killed five of Koenig's men.

There are three more.

Coyote did the math. But the three didn't know where they were hiding, a total of 14 people came, three of them were lying in the courtyard next door, and even if they survived, they would be crippled for life, but three more should be ......

Before he reached the main street, the coyote heard the crisp sound of AK47 shooting from the door of his shop, and then an FN FAL automatic rifle also sounded, this kind of gun is rarely used, the sound is also very recognizable, each bullet has an end after the chambering, its semi-automatic and fully automatic mode only uses a blocking iron, the operation is simple and sensitive, very popular with some mercenaries in South America.

The coyote was shocked, he really didn't expect Koenig to have three mercenaries by his side, and he could tell from the rhythm of the gunfire that these three guys were definitely good at using guns.

If he were a person, he would definitely have disappeared now, but Papa's guy and that stupid big guest are still inside, in the past three years, Papa has taken good care of himself, and he is also affectionate and righteous to the neighbors, and the biggest shortcoming is that he is timid, and he can't let them kill this guy.

The coyote suddenly picked up his speed, he still ran like a stick sweeping forward, his body bent slightly, and in a few steps he stepped in front of his door, hiding himself behind the side of the telephone pole, and raised his hand to shoot first at the place where the fire was emitting.

The fire of an AK47 was attracted by him, and the owner of this gun suddenly slowed down the firing speed, aiming at the coyote's side and shooting almost one shot at a time, each bullet landed on the telephone pole or at the foot of the coyote, and indoors, Papa's large revolver also rang out, his luck was good, the first shot made the FN FAL automatic rifle dumb, and then the remaining AK47 fired wildly fast, suppressing Papa in it without a chance to fight back.

"Watch out for grenades." The coyote shouted, and his body suddenly retreated, and when he retreated, he kept calculating the impact point aimed at him, and retreated extremely quickly, and then leaned his body against the corner of the wall, climbed the wall in twos and threes, and ran along the platform made of wood and cement.

He was so familiar with the place that he wouldn't get lost if he closed his eyes.

In a few seconds, the coyote ran to the top of the guy who shot him, he saw a grenade fly in from the door, the guy who threw the grenade ducked back to the bunker after throwing it, and then the bright light flashed in the room, and the loud explosion sounded in the room, the air wave shattered the glass of the bungalow window, the coyote was unstable on the platform, he quickly lay on the platform, one hand climbed the eaves, his right hand stretched out forward and shot the guy below, the bullet went into the guy's temple, After penetrating through the jaw on the other side and burrowing into the ground.

He didn't know if Papa was still alive, and he didn't know what Koenig was going to do, and he was stupid enough to come in and collect money from him.

But the rest of the guy can't let go.

He slid his body backwards like a loach for a distance, then stood up and ran to another angle, and looked down to see another mercenary with a gun coming in from the front.

This is not a professional soldier, just some guys who are skilled with guns.

The coyote just wanted to raise his hand to shoot, but the guy at the front gate suddenly turned to the coyote upstairs with a shuttle of bullets, and the coyote almost dodged it with a rolling belt, and then the bullets rained upwards.

The coyote continued to retreat, his foot stepped on the edge of the platform, and just as he was about to turn over and jump down, he heard the dull sound of a revolver in front of him.

Papa didn't die.

AK's bullet shifted direction, and the coyote got up and ran forward, but when he rushed to the front, the guy downstairs was shooting and retreating, already hiding in his own shooting corner. The coyote jumped off the platform and moved his body against the wall towards the front, but the opponent's gun suddenly went silent, and he rushed over to see that the man had disappeared without a trace.

Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and the coyote turned and raised his hand in silence, and he saw that it was Papa limping over, his left hand hanging limply at his side.

"Let's go, I'll clean up here." Papa lowered his head to look at this Chinese, he had always felt that this guy was just a craftsman who kept to himself in the past few years.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you, Papa!" The coyote wanted to raise his hand to shake Papa, but held back, "What about the Yankee?" ”

"He's fine." Papa laughed, he didn't tell the coyote, he had crushed the American under him when the coyote yelled to be careful with the grenade.

No way, if that guy is injured or dies, I'm afraid it's not just me who will be affected.

The coyote took a deep look at Papa's injured hand, turned around and walked into the blew up shop, the shrine inside fell to the ground, and the spirit tablets were scattered next to it. He walked over and picked up the plaques and placed them on the carpet, bending over them.

Paul sat on the floor, snot and tears mingling with dust, staring distractedly at the coyote as he walked in. The coyote nodded at him, turned and walked into the bedroom, took out a rucksack from under the bed and put it on his back, and nodded at Paul as he walked out.

"Let's get out of here, it's going to be chaotic these days."

With that, he walked out of the shop, hugged Papa at the door, then turned and walked into the darkness on his left, and disappeared into the darkness in a moment.

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