99, the killer who returned home

Zhou Rui was a little dizzy, the dust on the way to run into his nose, his nose was itchy, he couldn't help rubbing his big nose, and asked sullenly.

"Is this the tone in which the coyote always speaks?"

The second safe house is an abandoned minibus pre-arranged by Mo Lei, which can be seen everywhere on the roads in the town of Ogrande, the appearance of the minibus is painted with bells and whistles for graffiti-loving "literary youth", the roof is full of garbage, the windows covered with floral paper film have been shattered in several places, the steering wheel and gear lever have been removed, and the car is filled with a foul smell. But on the right side of this car is an independent small building, and two motorcycles with full gas are parked downstairs, which is also Mo Lei's plan to not expect the coyote to come over beforehand, so he didn't make a third person.

The two of them found the package in the carriage, changed their clothes and did a simple makeup, put some necessities and explosives that Mo Lei had configured himself into their backpacks, and planned to change into motorcycles and leave. In the mountains, motorcycles are more effective than cars, at least in the early stage of entering the mountains, motorcycles can come in handy.

Zhou Rui found out the medicine that Luo Mento gave and finished eating, and saw that Mo Lei was still there to pack, so he couldn't help but ask, he has known coyotes for a few years, and the way coyotes speak has always been plain and emotionless, but sometimes the tone is cruel and tyrannical, before he thought it was the performance of the coyote after being traumatized, but he found that this grandson was also a tone when he talked to Mo Lei.

Mo Lei's MP-5 submachine gun had two buckles on the strap of the strap, and he put the strap of the gun over his head, so that the gun was hung on his chest in case he could shoot at any time. He had an electrical tape wrapped around the muzzle of all submachine guns to prevent the barrel from clogging due to foreign objects in the mountains, and tape was also wrapped around the straps of the guns to minimize the sound of the collision.

The safety of the submachine gun was in a state of two bursts of fire, Mo Lei stood up and moved his muscles in place for a while, answering Zhou Rui's question.

"Not really, his accent is often based on mood, sometimes he speaks like an old girl, it turns out that when we sing collectively in the army, his voice can make everyone unable to sing, because this matter is not less beaten. Trump is also good, and occasionally comes to Shanxi dialect. ”

Mo Lei adjusted the position of the wrap on his back, and replied a little absent-mindedly, he was thinking, if he could get a Kevlar vest, he could get one for Zhou Rui.

Mo Lei's answer was very scene-sensitive, Zhou Rui thought about it and couldn't help laughing.

"Among his personality factors is the violent nature of the yin owl, there are a few of our brothers, he is the most scheming, ruthless, and every time he comes back from work, he is full of blood, haha." After Mo Lei's own package was finished, he helped Zhou Rui straighten the strap of the package. "Wait until you get the coyote, and let the coyote sit in your car."

"Fuck, don't fuck me like a burden to you both." Of course, Zhou Rui understood what Mo Lei meant, this was to let the coyote protect him.

Mo Lei also smiled, signaled Zhou Rui to prepare to leave, and walked in front of him with a pistol to leave the carriage, "You are an expert in firearms, you can't do it without you, I am planning to change the way, I think that in the future, you will be responsible for cleaning up the periphery in the dark, and I will be responsible for the assault with the coyote, so this cooperation is more perfect." ”

"That makes a lot of sense." A hearty laugh suddenly sounded next to the front of the car, speaking standard Mandarin and a clear voice.

Mo Lei threw himself forward without hesitation and turned over, his movements were done in one go, but he immediately lay on the ground as if he was frozen, and raised his hands. Behind him, on the front of the car on the right, an elegantly dressed black man was holding an Uzi submachine gun that was extremely disproportionate to his slender fingers, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Zhou Rui, who had just gotten out of the car, and the black man's fingers were tightly pressed on the trigger, which was obviously recessed downward.

"Don't throw the gun over, don't make too much movement, Mr. Mo, you see that my fingers will pull the trigger inward if there is a slight pressure, in this way, Mr. Zhou Rui will have a few more holes on his body." The black man seemed to see through Mo Lei's thoughts, and shook his left hand with a smile, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, "I don't have a strong ability to resist pressure." ”

"Besides, I don't want to kill anyone, I just want one thing back, and then you go yours, to be honest, I think you're good." The black man motioned for Mo Lei to slowly put the pistol on the ground, and continued to tell Mo Lei his purpose in fluent Mandarin.

"You're Vaux's trump card, aren't you?" Mo Lei slowly got up from the ground, his whole body muscles tensed, and his eyes were indifferent and cold.

I was careless!! actually let this guy come to his side silently.

Or is it because the other party's tracking and stealth methods are clever??

Mo Lei and Zhou Rui glanced at each other, and their hearts jumped tightly.

"Oh no, of course not. By the way, you can call me Nixon. I'm not his trump card, I'm just in an employment relationship with him, and there should be a lot of people like me. He pays for it, and I do the work. Occasionally, I will ask him to add some blockage, for example, I helped you kill two policemen in the morning, and I plan to let you go today, he will be very upset, but what can he do with me? “

"Oh? So what are you going to get from me? You release the trigger, and I think if your fingers shake again, the matter will be in trouble. Mo Lei squinted and looked at Nixon, while Zhou Rui simply sat on the steps of the car door with a relaxed expression.

"No, no, no, my fingers are still stable at the moment, you can rest assured for the time being. I know you're fast, and to be honest, if it's hand-to-hand combat, I'm not necessarily a match for the two of you. Mr. Mo, I want a USB flash drive, is it okay? Gave me the thing, I patted my ass and left. “

Nixon shook his head, his face full of distrust, but he meant that if you were alone, you wouldn't be able to kill me.

"You think I'm going to carry that thing with me?" Mo Lei unfastened the MP-5 and loosened the strap of the rucksack - this is a chatterbox.

"Nixon, I also don't think you're a bad person to the bone, otherwise you wouldn't have shot those two police snipers, why bother to help a scumbag like Volks?"

Nixon had a smile on his face, "He's my customer, and I'm here to help customers solve their problems, and if you pay me a lot of dollars, I can do the work for you." In this way, let's not go around in circles, that's the nature of you Chinese, I like to be direct - you tell me, how will I be given what I need? ”

"Wow, you help me kill Vaux, I'll give it to you." Mo Lei also smiled, jumping back and forth in place, but his eyes gradually froze and his pupils narrowed. Not far to their left, sporadic gunshots could be heard, indicating that the policemen and mercenaries had already pursued them.

"Mr. Mo is really joking, do you want me to ruin my own job? There are rules of conduct, this is also a proverb of you Chinese. Nixon replied with a grin, and the Uzi trigger in his hand gradually pressed down.

If it is really necessary to kill Zhou Rui, Nixon will not have any psychological burden, this is different from saving the child, innocent people and enemies are two different things, Nixon has an account in his heart.

"Then I'll smash your head." He also spoke Mandarin, but his voice did not fluctuate, as if he had just learned to speak this language.

Nixon's smile froze on his face, a gun barrel against the back of his head, and a sharp knife resting on his left carotid artery, and the voice behind him was indifferent and calm, as if there was a smell of blood in his throat, like a sound from hell.

Moving to the right and squatting, Nixon flashed to the side of the car quickly, the barrel of his right hand bypassed the left rib and fired two shots at the rear threat, and then continued to move to the right, the pistol in his right hand continued to make an arc to the left, behind him Mo Lei and the coyote could only pounce on the ground, but the MP-5 in the coyote's hand fired a point shot, and one of the bullets pierced Nixon's left calf.

Nixon dragged a wounded leg and slammed forward on the hood of a car on the side of the road, his face was burning with pain, he knew that it was the scalpel of the guy behind him who had cut his cheek, but he continued to rush forward as if he was unconscious, burrowing into the house behind the flower bed, around the garden, over the fence, rushing towards his car and starting and driving away, the wounded leg spilling blood all the way.

If you miss a blow, evacuate quickly.

Nixon would always stick to his principle of saving his life before he had a chance to come back. However, those Chinese were too sinister, and the guy surnamed Mo did attract his attention when he jumped in place, and at that time he probably knew that the reinforcements were coming soon, so he put on that idiot-like appearance of fighting for his life.

Mo Lei bent down and quickly re-hung the rucksack and MP-5 on his shoulder, and after tidying up, he looked at the coyote with a depressed face, "Let's go, change places to rest for a day, and come over at night to play with them, fuck." ”

Zhou Rui also patted the coyote's shoulder comfortingly, "You haven't lived like this for too long, and besides, we all find it difficult to deal with that big guy, just run away for him, go, you come to drive, I'll sit behind you." ”

"Damn, I hate this kind of thing the most, you come, I'll sit back." Coyote has a face full of disdain for motorcycles, and he, like Mo Lei, wants to sit in the back.

It's the worst thing, and it's good to be a shield for my brother.

Mo Lei and Zhou Rui just learned in the headset that the coyote had run away for Victor.

It's not like a coyote is a big deal.

Coyote and Mo Lei were comparable in actual combat and training in those years, and the biggest lesson learned was not to despise any enemy, and to go all out in every fight. When he saw Victor throw away the gun in his hand and draw his dagger, he immediately focused on it.

Coyote understands that in the face of a guy with Victor's physique, he has a particularly strong ability to resist blows, and he feels like nothing after a few punches and kicks. But if he punches the other party, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not break a certain bone, so when he saw Victor holding the dagger, he still felt a little lucky.

Playing with knives with Lao Tzu? With a knife, the coyote has never been afraid of anyone. Radio is just his hobby, and cold weapons are his specialty.

From the age of 5 to the present.

But soon found out that this guy who looked like Wolverine was treacherous like a ghost, and he was completely unwilling to fight with the coyote, and the two played with a knife You come and I played a few times, after slashing the coyote, Victor suddenly made a feint and then took a step backwards, pulled out the miniature pistol hidden behind his neck and shot it at the coyote, and the accuracy was too poor in the hurry, and the bullet flew through the coyote's temple, leaving a blood mark.

Then Victor ran away...... Run!

Run!

This coyote was so depressed that he wanted to hit the wall.

"By the way, he absolutely understands Chinese, and when I scolded him, I used our national scolding, and he actually had anger in his eyes, fuck." The coyote was still angry.

"This black guy just now, too, damn it. Keep up! Mo Lei started his motorcycle, put on his helmet, and sped along the selected intersection.

Behind them, police cars roared in this direction, and the mercenaries led their team in pursuit, and inside was Victor, with a deep blood groove on his face.

It was the coyote's masterpiece.

He has no shame about running away, and he has always believed that people are truly strong not because they are guarding their self-esteem, but when they put aside their self-esteem.

A bunch of half-grown children gathered around the street, and when they saw the heavily armed soldiers, they also came along to join in the fun.

Afraid of death and stray bullets?

In the eyes of these children, that is nothing.

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