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Originally, he thought that after finding a police station and seeking protection from the police, it would be equivalent to entering a safe zone, and these lifeless pursuers would also weigh the consequences, at least they would not dare to chase in arrogantly for a while. But now, he's found out how wrong he was.

At this moment, the entire police station was filled with thick smoke, and the choking smell of smoke traveled along every ventilation pipe in the building. Shouts and gunfire rang out one after another, and the soldiers in police uniforms fell one by one, rivers of blood.

In order to protect his safety, Eric was locked in the witness room, but it was obviously pointless. At that moment, Eric watched as the metal doorknob was cut in half by a cyan blade, and the door panel was as vulnerable as a layer of window paper. A twisted figure appeared behind the creaky open door, a face that blended the features of both a human and an unidentified animal in the smoke like a deadly reaper.

What the? How did things get to this point?

Twenty minutes ago.

Thousands of drops of rain poured down on the broken car, and Cruz, who had roared majestically a few seconds ago, was now lying sickly in the clothing store like a tiger with its teeth extracted, the dummy in the window and the new clothes spread out on the splashing windshield, soaked like a rag in an instant.

Fortunately, no one was injured, and the clerk of the clothing store was already frightened and shrunk in a corner of the room, not knowing what to do. The black sports car "Woo" stopped outside the smashed window, and the black suits got out of the car one after another to check the situation.

In the last car, the man who had just shot was casually smoking a cigarette at the moment, sitting in the passenger seat as if he had no intention of getting out of the car at all, with a look of carelessness. In the back seat is the man in charge of the operation, trying to express his displeasure to the man who shot the Cruze's tires with his M82A1LW.

"I know it's not easy to ask you to come," the Operations Officer shouted, "but you need to know, Lawton, I'm the one in charge this time!" Your recklessness almost cost that kid his life! The boss explained that he was going to be caught alive, and it was worthless for us to take a corpse back! ”

The man was still smoking a cigarette and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, that little ghost can't die." I've been in this business for so many years, and I can tell at a glance who has real skills. This rabbit cub is not such an easy prey to catch, and this level will not hang up. If I wanted him to die, he would have a bloody bullet hole in his head. ”

This is by no means a big deal, this man does have such strength. His name was Floyd Lawton, codenamed Death Shooter, and he was internationally known as a wanted criminal. The reason why he is called so is because, as far as his peers in the industry know, this man has never missed, and no target he targets can escape the fate of being pierced by cold bullets.

Just capturing a high school student as a hostage, he didn't need a killer of the level of a death shooter, he was hired for other tasks, and this trip was just to watch the battle. Not wanting to be intrigued by the high school student's bold move, he casually picked up a light sniper rifle and blew the Cruze's tires on a whim.

The person in charge of operations had something to say, but now he swallowed it back into his stomach. His men had just come to report, and as Lawton had said, there was no one in the scrapped Cruze, only a little blood had been left, and it looked like the boy was injured.

"Grab a couple of clerks and ask where they should have seen where the boy went." The person in charge immediately ordered.

Lawton's fingertips gently popped the extinguishing cigarette butt out the window, submerging in a raging rain. Then he sat comfortably on his back in the soft seat and said, "Don't worry, the shot just now was on a whim and was free of charge." You know, my shots are generally very valuable. ”

Careless.

At first, Eric's impression of the black suits was that of a group of pretentious guys, but he didn't expect such a sharp gunman to be hidden among them. For this underestimation, Eric paid the price of the first car he bought in his life.

He got out of the car just in time and entered the back street through the only other back door of the clothing store. In addition to some bruised skin, he also felt a wave of mobility in his right leg, his body was twice as heavy, and the internal injuries could not be assessed, but it would not be as easy as a fall on the court.

The clerk of the clothing store had no reason to help him hide it, and the pursuers would soon come after him. He pushed the door into the nearest restaurant and caught the attention of a crowd of customers. It's no wonder that you can't resist taking a second look at a young man with a grizzled face, drenched in water, rain cascading from his shiny hair, and blood on his trouser legs.

"Eric?"

Eric was a little surprised that someone would call his name in such a place. When he turned around, he saw a girl with jet-black hair looking at him in amazement, dressed in the work clothes of a restaurant waitress.

"Samir-san?" It took Eric more than a second to recognize the girl dressed as a waiter.

Kelly Samir, his high school classmate...... Alumni to be exact, the two met in club activities. Eric always likes to take everything seriously, and Kelly is the head of the club, and most activities often end up being the result of two people sitting in the same café and the same table all afternoon of discussions, and the club classmates once joked that the two people are the heart and brain of the club.

In Eric's impression, this girl should always be wearing fashionable trendy denim, with chic black leather boots, and she looks like a little goddess. I changed into a waiter's outfit, but I really didn't recognize it for a while.

This kind of moment is obviously not suitable for the reunion of old friends, Eric rushed to say before the other party had time to ask any questions: "I'm sorry but I'm being chased by a bunch of crazy people who don't want to die, I don't have time to explain, please tell me where the nearest back door is, okay?" It would be nice if you could get to a police station. ”

Kelly was stunned and didn't seem to react, and saw a group of black suits chasing across the street from a distance. She has watched similar spy war movies, and the general kind of people who like to wear sunglasses and black suits are not good at stubble.

"Go out of the kitchen window, and there's a police station two hundred meters to the west." She lowered her voice and said, "Wait for them to come over, and I'll say you're out the back door of the staff locker." ”

"Thank you, Samir-san, I owe you." Eric smiled slightly, not at all like a fugitive, "Next time if there's a better time to meet, I'll treat you." ”

After saying that, he rushed into the kitchen as Kelly said, climbed through the window and fell onto the rain-soaked path, and after running for a distance of two hundred meters, he really found the police station. Without hesitation, Eric rushed into the hall.

"Is there anything I can do to help you? Mr? The fat policeman in his police uniform was tightly clutched.

"Yes, of course. I need to protect ...... Someone is chasing me. ”

Twenty minutes later, now.

Eric began to reassess the threat level of the hostile group, as it was clear that the police were not enough to pose a threat to them. Although the black suits were delayed for a while, they finally found them. They drove directly into the police station with impunity, got out of the car and pinched the MP5 is a random sweep, the police have almost no resistance to deal with them, the defense line was broken in an instant, and there were heavy casualties.

Eric felt he needed a new escape plan, but he didn't seem to have the chance. The death-like being went straight to his room, his facial muscles twitching violently as if he were enduring inhuman pain, and an unidentified object sticking out of the palm of his hand, like a cyan scythe, and if you look closely, it looks like the forefoot of a praying mantis. Whatever it was, it sliced open the door in front of Eric like tofu.

"Honestly following us will save you a lot of things, bunny." The man spoke gloomily, "At this point, you still have to go with us." ”