Liszt could hear the gunshot, but he couldn't tell what it was, and the silenced gunfire didn't mean that there was nothing at all, but that it was relatively muffled.

So far, Liszt has limited access to guns, and more of them use pistols, and his favorite is the Colt Python, a customized version.

The shape is cool and powerful, but the ammunition capacity is too small, and the customized version can only be used to practice guns, and it is easy to be found if you leave a case record.

Liszt's Colt python was also the leader of a captured Mexican gang.

At that time, Charlie took Bella on a tour of California, and Fox had no crimes, so he went to Olympia, the capital of Washington State, to practice his gun.

It was that trip to Olympia that allowed him to harvest this silver-white gun with a walnut handle and a beeping artifact, and the existence of this gun robbery is still known only to Liszt.

Then there were shotguns, Winchester and Remington, and then some of the gangster's portable submachine guns, all captured on the spot.

Liszt was sure that as long as he had used a gun, the sound of the gun would be in his head.

It's not that he has an amazing memory, but the effect of the system's primary mastery level shooting ability, which is amazing, and he can't explain it.

Just like his directing ability, after reading so many directing books, he just didn't open it, and as a result, he got this skill right after shooting with DV for a day, although he is still an amateur.

Liszt originally thought that it was a gangster fire again, but unfortunately it shouldn't have been beaten, although it was disguised, it was somewhat unclean, and it was easy to be exposed.

But he soon realized that something was wrong, not only that the sound of gunfire was unfamiliar to him, but more importantly, so far, Liszt had only heard one kind of gunshot, three shots, and from the interval between the shots, it was the same person who shot him.

It wasn't a gangster affair, Liszt thought of a possibility that he thought would only appear in movies and novels.

Liszt hurriedly took out the money and threw it to the white uncle in the driver's seat, pushed the door directly and got out of the car in the driver's exclamation, kicked the door shut, and ran to the still messy street in front of him without looking back.

The driver turned the car around, poked his head out of the window and scolded the back figure who was getting farther and farther away from the car, trying to compare his middle finger, but his hand fell halfway to the steering wheel.

He slapped the steering wheel angrily, cursed in a low voice again and stepped on the accelerator and left, not knowing who he was angry with just now.

Liszt didn't know what the driver had gone through, he just wanted to check the victim's injuries as quickly as possible, and he didn't hear a single gunshot as he ran.

Liszt's heart was sinking, he knew that it was impossible for him to find out this bastard who shot at the citizens indiscriminately, this guy must have run away long ago.

Liszt ran to the corner of the street and crouched beside the downed woman, the bullet pierced the woman's shoulder blades, staining red with blood, and the woman's pale face was particularly terrifying under the streetlight.

Liszt pressed his finger on the woman's carotid artery, but fortunately he was still breathing, because he was worried that the killer might not really leave, and Liszt dragged it to a safe place without caring about the difference between men and women.

Hiding in the shadow of the corner, the street lights can't shine, from the design point of view, the killer should be in the corner of the building across the street, it can only be said that this woman is more unlucky, if she runs a little faster, she may not have to suffer from this.

Stopping the bleeding and bandaging, there was no medicine or bandage, Liszt could only tear off his clothes and hold down the wound, of course, he had no interest in taking a second look at the blood-stained hula's body.

Hold the wound with one hand and free the other hand to call the police or ambulance.

At this time, don't think about catching the murderer, let's save people first.

In the past few years, he has suffered a lot of injuries, especially in the year when he just got the system, not to mention his weak strength, he was found out when he asked the Japanese to trouble the points.

Don't look at him being sent away by Tom, but before that he has to deal with revenge from the Japanese yakuza and other gang members and even professional killers attracted by the bounty, and the scars on his body are changing every day.

Liszt went to see the other victims after bandaging the woman, and he didn't want to catch the killer anymore, because he hadn't thought about shooting since he got out of the car.

There were no pedestrians in the streets, but there was not much silence, on the contrary, screams came and went, like ghosts crying wolves on this night.

Liszt was relieved to see the victims who fell to the ground clutching their wounds, or groaned in pain, or screamed in misery.

It's good if you don't die, it's good if you don't die, and in this case, Liszt can only try his best to heal these wounded and help them survive until the ambulance arrives.

But before that, Liszt found a hidden corner and removed all his disguises, his camouflage methods are not advanced, and he will inevitably have to deal with the police tonight, if the police see through it by then, it is likely that there will be one or two people who have a heart to think about this in combination with the previous time.

Liszt can't leave these people alone, otherwise he really wants to see death and not save him, not to mention whether the system will set the punishment object as him Liszt, even if he can't get over it in his own conscience.

Although none of these people were hit in the fatal part, once the treatment was not timely, they died of excessive blood loss.

Quickly disguising himself, he threw plus-size shoes, plus-size clothes, wigs, and fake beards into the system space, and then changed into his normal clothes and hurried back here to treat the wounds of these helpless people.

The injured people are all young women, young and beautiful age, when they should be flamboyant and charming, but they are viciously attacked here.

In the future, there will be fewer beautiful smiles in this world, and more uncoordinated residual flowers, this bastard actually hits people's knees and elbows.

If only one of them had his hand on the knee, Liszt might have thought that the murderer's marksmanship was inadequate, but among the seven people who were injured, in addition to the woman he saved at the beginning, three were hit in the left knee and three were pierced through the left elbow.

Liszt's heart to kill this perverted killer at this moment is even worse, this is not just killing, but torture, and he takes pleasure in torturing people.

Not only the physical damage, but the women who were hit by him, while bearing the pain, also had to see their lovers, friends, and classmates leave behind themselves and flee alone.

Many of the scenes in the movie are deceptive, and not all of the police appear after the incident, if you count the time that the victim has survived.

Liszt was once again invited to tea by the police, but no one would treat him as a suspect, because he was the only one who was helping the wounded to treat his wounds when the police arrived.

The reason why he was brought to the police station was because the police saw that he had blood on his body and was "lying on his stomach" on an injured woman and did not know what he was doing, so he was subdued by two police officers as a suspect.

"Dear Liszt, this is the third time I've seen you in the past few days, is your gunshot wound healed?"

"Uncle Harry, did you catch that bastard, I want to hear an affirmative answer." Liszt's voice was low, and anyone could hear the anger in it.

Harry was very satisfied with Liszt's attitude, but he would never admit it: "Boy, now that I am asking you, you better answer all my questions honestly, and when you become the director, you will come and ask me those things that should not be ignored." ”

"No, I'd love to know if that guy was killed by the police."

"You're angry, do you want him to be beaten to death by the police, maybe caught by the police?" Harry was looking forward to Liszt's answer.

Liszt raised his eyes to look at Harry, his eyes staring at Harry's eyes without fear: "That's too cheap for him, that kind of person deserves to go to the gallows, not prison." ”

Harry sighed, "I agree with you, although that shouldn't be what a kid like you should say, but unfortunately, we didn't catch anyone." ”

"You told me like that, don't you need to keep it a secret?" Liszt was somewhat surprised.

"Why keep it a secret, I have a hunch that guy will show up again, if I lie to you now, then I will be embarrassed when he commits the crime again, and there are already reporters reporting on this, so shouldn't you tell the truth?"

Harry spoke expressionlessly, but Liszt always felt that the handsome uncle in front of him was like an animal, cunning and cunning.

"It's almost, Uncle Harry." Liszt replied sullenly, as if regretting that he had not run away before the police arrived.

The expression was like a grounded child taking advantage of no one at home, doing everything possible to sneak out to play, but as soon as he ran out of the yard, he bumped into the parents who came home from work early, and he was indescribably helpless and depressed.

Harry looked at Liszt with a cold face, a moment ago he was furious and wanted to kill the murderer for the unfortunate injured innocent citizen, and when he saw that he couldn't hide it, he immediately turned into this dead look, who did he want to show it?

"You'd better tell the truth, don't pretend to be confused, I've checked your injuries, young people reply quickly, it's good to heal a little wound, there's no need to hide it, but I know you still have bandages on your hands when you eat dinner."

"I'm wearing bandages now, too." Liszt muttered dissatisfiedly, is this saying that your every move is under your nose?

Harry snorted coldly, and did not continue to entangle with Liszt on this matter: "You just say directly, why did you appear at the scene of the crime tonight, you are at the scene of the three cases, do you think that Satan lives in your house, or are these cases themselves related to you." ”

Is this a classification of me as a Grim Reaper schoolboy, and Satan lives in my house, and you just say that I am the embodiment of Death.

Liszt silently cursed a handsome uncle who didn't speak well in his heart, but he shouted on his lips: "Wronged, my lord... Ah no, it has nothing to do with me, I've just been unlucky lately, you can't just connect these things together... You can also link up, yes, it must be the Japanese yakuza who wants to kill me, and the killer who hid in my house and tried to kill me failed, so I found another one.

As a result, this guy's marksmanship is so bad that he shot before anyone else even showed up, maybe the Japanese paid for a night blind patient.

Or maybe this is a threat from the Japanese, this is a warning, this is a prophecy, and I may be the next victim.

Yes, it must be the case, as long as you go to check the Japanese, you will definitely find something from the Yanagawa group, and the murderer may be hiding with them.

No, I'll be retaliated against, Uncle Harry, I want to apply for police protection, the twenty-four-hour kind, or Uncle Harry, you will be wronged all of a sudden?"