Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, Sanjay immediately lifted the briefcase in his left hand to his chest. As he pressed www.biquge.info the spring switch, the locks of the briefcase were unfastened, and under the left and right of gravity, the layers of briefcases scattered into a long strip of one and a half meters, and from the shoulder to the heart, the outer layer where the switch was originally located also provided a double layer of protection.

As the pistol spewed smoke and sparks, the speeding bullets slammed into the black briefcase lining.

The first bullet hit the metal buckle, but the gunner had the idea of running out of bullets from the start. Through the slightly offset arm, under the action of recoil, the bullets that lost their aim were all fired onto the briefcase.

It wasn't until Semyon was awakened by the sound of gunfire and crawled away from under the hooligan's buttocks, and when he lost his rogue balance, Sanjay held his briefcase high, tucked his head behind and kicked the gun away.

The moment the gunshots rang out, people on other floors of the hospital began to riot, and the tragedy of people stampede had been staged in less than ten minutes, and some of the people who fled in a hurry called the police, and some rushed directly to the police station a hundred meters away.

When the fastest man rushed into the police station, he found dozens of white policemen in body armor and loaded guns, looking nervously at the door.

This strange scene made the young man, stumbling and unable to tell the report, and the last superintendent saved him.

I saw the director here, standing at the farthest place from the prospective informant, shouting: "What else are you looking at? Didn't you hear him say there was a shooting? Run. “

Like wild horses, the police ran to the gate of the hospital with a few quick picks to report the crime. There, several of Sanjay's guards were stopped by some panicked crowd running outward, and in a few moments they collapsed to the ground with expressions of surprise and pain.

Of course, some curious masses were stabbed to death by the white people who squeezed around from the crowd. The knife edge is sharp, the knife is decisive and accurate, and a few blood grooves on the knife can instantly put down the person who is stabbed in the heart.

The anxious policemen, collectively blinded and unable to see the blood flowing from the crowd, dutifully began to guide the crowd and stay outside the hospital gate in an orderly manner.

The other two thugs didn't seem to expect their companion to miss, and they didn't have any other pistols on them, one brandishing a dagger, and the other lifted the heavy couch and rushed towards Sanjay.

Since childhood, the excellent dietary structure and the continuous scientific exercise have allowed Sanjay to instantly fly two buttons after puffing up his muscles.

Sanjay dragged the unbalanced gunman to the ground, spun him like a spinning top and threw him towards the strong man holding the couch. The smooth tiled floor was laid fairly level, and after gliding against the tiles for some distance, the gunman hit a strong man holding a sofa.

Losing the support of his feet, the heavy sofa fell from mid-air and smashed into the head of the strong man who touched the ground first. To facilitate the lift, the falling couch faces the ground side with the water chestnuts of the back and armrests. Dozens of pounds of sofa fell from more than two meters in the air, and the kinetic energy generated was transmitted to the strong man's face through a wooden stick wrapped in leather.

The sharp dagger of the thrust pierced a layer of briefcase precisely along the bullet marks on the buckle, but was blocked by the steel plate hidden behind the last liner of the briefcase.

The art of Israeli martial arts flashed through Sanjay's mind. His left hand, which he was carrying the briefcase, thrust his eyelid into the hooligan's eye with lightning speed, blood mixed with albumens and tears staining both fingers.

The powerful right hand was inserted into the rogue at the same time as the left hand was inserted, and the wide palm was almost closed on the rogue's slender neck, and the grip force of more than sixty kilograms made the rogue unable to scream.

The scarred briefcase completed its mission, slipping from the thumb of Sanjay's left hand, and Sanjay's left leg, which was wearing nothing under the custom-made trousers, rang out with the sound of steel falling to the ground. Slammed into the rogue's crotch.

The sequence of actions was completed in less than a hundred seconds, and the screams of the ladies continued in a different tone. Romanenko subconsciously checked the zipper, and Lord Bykov, the great demon king of internal medicine, also wiped the sweat secreted on his forehead with his snow-white sleeves.

The complex mixture filtered through several layers of clothing and inevitably struck Sanjay's pants.

Sanjay, who did not die, did not let go of the gunman who was still panting. He slowly walked over to the gun, and picked up the light and small Glock Model 17 pistol, which was made of materials, and was somewhat hot from the burst just now.

The police pistol, made mostly of engineering plastics, was supposed to have eighteen rounds, but when Sanjay examined the gun, he found that the jammed case had left some bullets for Sanjay.

Sanjay, who had never shot anyone before as he walked towards the gunman with a gun, smiled and raised his hand to shoot the gunman's knee. Professional training in the past and a large number of live ammunition fed made this bullet land on the knee with general accuracy.

"Okay, now tell me who sent you?" Squatting next to the gunman who was supposed to scream, Sanjay's smile became brighter and more sincere.

Ganesh's abuse and training failed to improve Sanjay's fitness, but it taught him how to smile more sincerely.

The gunslinger stubbornly looked at Sanjay's face as if it were a devil's face. Finally, when Sanjay switched to Russian in turn, the killer suddenly opened his mouth to close his teeth.

Although the plastic butt was lightweight, Sanjay used it easily, smashing out several of the gunman's teeth at once.

"Fangs? It's really old-fashioned. Looking at the gunman, who was not yet dead, Sanjay consciously recounted this sentence in Russian.

After breaking the gunman's tendon with the last two bullets, Sanjay casually tossed the gun in the trash and returned to Walya.

The rascal holding the couch was not like the one with the knife, he was not moaning and thought he was really dead.

The first killing made Sanjay nervous, and he desperately wanted some comfort. Thinking and directing action, Sanjay did take the initiative to hug Valya, and the angel who could throw himself into his arms with a smile was now like a frightened rabbit, dexterously and panickedly hiding to the side.

Sanjay's outstretched arms froze in the air in awkwardness, and the filthy debris on his fingers happened to break into his eyes again.

Hiding within arm's length, Valia ignored Lyuba's call in the distance, and did not take the initiative to throw herself into Sanjay's arms. The audience who saw the whole process, no one dared to laugh out loud or say anything.

After the screaming stopped, the two hooligans outside the scene also fell into a coma, and the silence exercised the power of ancient times, and fear took root in people's hearts.

When the elevator clanged, everyone, including Sanjay, looked at the elevator door.

Nine heavily armed policemen appeared in everyone's field of vision, and a few people with fragile hearts rushed to the police crying as if they had found a savior.

The automatic rifles and ****** in the hands of the messenger of justice did not hesitate to beat these people into a sieve.

Internal medicine, which is usually full of laughter, is completely occupied by fear at this time.

While everyone was still stunned, Sanjay rushed to Valia without hesitation, using his wide body to block between the elevator and her.

Under the gas masks, people can not tell whether they are members of the police station or not, except for their skin and clothing.

Sanjay looked at the police officer who was silently rushing towards him, and calmly turned his head to look at Valia behind him. The fright made her face even paler, probably a change of despair, and Sanjay seemed to see the imperfections in the skin of her face half a meter away.

The camera-like feeling that he had once felt at Sonam reappeared in Sanjay's mind for a long time. Valia's expression became a series of serial photos that were stored in Sanjay's flash memory.

When the police did not hesitate to shoot the remaining hooligans, the doctors and patients of the internal medicine department did not hesitate to rush to the stairs frantically.

In less than a minute, a series of gunshots and screams were heard in the corridor, and the police officers who stepped out of the elevator collectively turned around and looked in the direction of the stairs.

Several policemen in the same uniform, wearing dozens of pounds of equipment, appeared at the staircase panting.

The policemen who stood between Sanjay and the stairs opened fire on their colleagues at the first time, and the newcomers who had the advantage of the location also threw smoke bombs in return.

Without waiting for the expected death, Sanjay suddenly stopped being as fearless as before, he stopped caring about the police, turned around and hugged Valya into his arms.

With his hands on Sanjay's chest, Valia hadn't been able to recover from the commotion caused by one of his phone calls.

The sound of brushing leather boots came from the open windows, and at least hundreds of neat pairs of leather boots arrived at the hospital.

Both sides of the firefight intensified the fire, and choking smoke mixed with the smoke and entered Sanjay's nose.

A few minutes later, when the elevator opened again, the gunfire of the staircase also died down, and the new soldiers, like the previous cops, wore heavy body armor and slit the necks of each one with sharp sabers.

Bypassing the high-grade body armor prepared for bullets, only the neck protected by silk fabric became a hole in the protection. Some policemen not only resisted before they died, but also reluctantly asked in Marathi, "Why?" Obviously, those in the corridor are traitors, we didn't do anything wrong! “

Through the gas mask, a hoarse middle-aged male voice answered his question: "If you really haven't hesitated, then you should face the redemption of death calmly at this time." “

Sanjay held Valya like a puppet, and under the command of the soldiers, he moved several places one after another before he got into a unique car alone.

When the doors closed, the car melted into nine identical cars where Sanjay couldn't see, and even those cars had a passenger of Sanjay's weight in each car.

After that day, Sanjay never made any more calls to Walya, and Waljay never called Sanjay after fixing his phone.

For the sake of the prince's safety, the royal house ministry severed the connection between Walya and Sanjay.

Before boarding the plane, Sanjay called Fernandez and told him a lot of things. Sitting in the comfortable seat, Sanjay was still uneasy and dialed An Jiu's phone again, regardless of her complaints and her instructions on the location of the property documents, as well as the safe and the password to the debit card.

With the plane landing smoothly, Sanjay returned to Chennai, this time rejoining the judiciary as an assistant commissioner of police.