"What's the hurry, there are still two days to go before the concert of the Feixin Women's Orchestra, and when the time comes, let the [***] federation know that there are still people in this world who pursue reading power and freedom."

A strong man with a full body, lying on a shabby recliner and slowly flipping through a novel, with a centipede piercing his chest and squirming up and down with his breathing, as if he was alive.

Zajad

A new star of terrorists in recent years, he has launched terrorist attacks in various states many times, his style of behavior is unpredictable, and the methods of killing are even more cruel to the extreme, and even some terrorists cannot accept his cruelty.

Such a character naturally has his uniqueness and a vote of his close friends, otherwise it would not be possible to become a little famous in just over ten years.

I came to Hanju this time because Asia's most popular twin girl band, Feixin Group, held a concert tour in Hanzhou, and the theme happened to be to oppose terrorism and advocate world unity.

This pair of sisters is not only beautiful, sings well, but also has no negative scandals, and has become the top diva in Asia in just three years since their debut.

The popularity is high, although it can't be said to be up to ninety-nine, down to just go, but it is also a kill of the young man and the uncle, Lori and the royal sister.

What a wonderful thing it is to have a terrorist act of fighting for freedom at a concert against terrorism.

Zajad, how would they react to the thought of people who were crazy about the two little divas suddenly having a dazzling bloodshed at their highest? Will the two little divas dare to claim to be the embodiment of justice and propagandize against terrorism everywhere in the future?

Two yellow-haired girls don't know what freedom is! Zajad threw the half-drunk beer in his hand to the ground, looked up at a man handcuffed on a stone pillar not far away, and the corners of his mouth turned into a vicious smile: "Lao Tzu killed you first, and then caught those two yellow-haired girls!" Let the brethren take turns playing with them, and then make a film and sell it to the whole Federation, to satisfy everyone's fantasies, and see what else they can do against the fighters who are fighting for freedom. ”

Just yesterday, Zajad had to stay and wait because of the postponement of the concert, but unexpectedly waited for several private investigators from the Private Investigator Alliance.

Private detectives, in addition to helping others catch people in bed, tracking and other things, also do other things, such as catching a little terrorist, or a wanted criminal, to the Federation in exchange for a high bonus.

These five private detectives do have considerable strength, and in one meal, they killed two highly trained terrorist elites, rushed into the hall on the fifth floor, and were immediately defeated.

Private detectives, I don't know when they have become the sworn enemies of terrorists, gangs and other gangs. With the formation of the Private Investigator Alliance, these private investigators have become more and more difficult to deal with.

Many terrorist activities have been sabotaged by private investigators before they have even begun.

Zajad has a great aversion to private investigators, and every time he encounters them, he will try to catch them alive and torture them to death.

"Let me die~!"

The hands and feet are in the shape of hugging the stone pillar, and the private detective who is tied to the stone pillar has a hoarse voice, and the corners of his eyes are cracked and the blood is clotted, and the muscles brought by the emotion are beating again, and they are cracking and bleeding again.

Since being caught by Zajad, the only surviving private detective has experienced the eighteen layers of hell that only exist in myths and legends while he was alive.

"Li Xing, tell me what your daughter's name is and where she is, and I'll let you go." Zajad patted Li Xing's face from behind, and his lower body suddenly straightened up...... Li Xing's body suddenly stiffened, the blood in his mouth and eyes slowly flowed outward, he screamed and wailed many times, his vocal cords were already a little torn, and the most hoarse rock music was not as hoarse as his voice.

Zajad pointed to the woman moaning on the bed and whispered in Li Xing's ear, "Since you can sell your wife's position, why don't you tell your daughter's position again." I'm going to talk this time, and as long as you say it, I'll let you go. ”

"In ...... At...... In the ......" Li Xing's fists clenched and clenched, his whole face was distorted, and he said in a very low voice: "Seoul Elementary School, Class 3, 4 years, Li Liqi ......"

"What?" Zajad slapped Li Xing's swollen face hard: "Be loud, I can't hear it." ”

"Seoul Elementary School, Class 3, Li Liqi!" Li Xing's spirit completely collapsed and roared.

"Oh~~Is it~~ You called me a scumbag when you first saw me, what are you now?" Zajad took a few steps back and walked around to Li Xing: "Even your daughter is sold to scum, so what are you?" ”

Appreciating Li Xing's collapsed expression, Zajad waved his hand: "Akawi, you go and get his daughter, let's put on a show for him in front of him." Vista come here! Continue to greet the hero's private ......"

**'s Zajad's eyes suddenly lit up, leaving a solid footprint on the concrete floor slab under his feet, and the whole person pounced on another stone pillar like a leopard.

At the same time, seven crisp gunshots echoed in the hall, and the struggling Li Xing's head tilted, and a blood flower bloomed at the position of his temple, ending his miserable life.

At the same time, the woman on the bed died, and the man who pressed on her lifted her up at the most critical moment to block this fatal shot.

Terrorists who were concentrating on playing the game were not so lucky, and the bullet went straight into his temple, allowing him to take the last step of his life in the game.

The terrorists who ate chicken legs rolled over and hid behind the table, thinking that they had dodged the fatal blow, but they did not expect the bullet to draw an arc in the air, and under the circumstances he did not expect, it went directly into his temple.

The other three Arab terrorists who were wiping their guns also dodged at the first time, barely dodging this fatal attack.

"Good marksmanship!" Zajad hid behind the thick stone pillar, but he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

If it weren't for his keen sense of smell and the sudden smell of a person in the room, that shot just now without warning would probably have ended his life.

Zajad knew very well that the first of the seven bullets fired was aimed at him.

There is no killing intent, no sense of existence, and even a sudden appearance without any smell at all, who is this? Zajad's two thick eyebrows were twisted together, and if it weren't for the fact that the other person couldn't hide the smell on his body, his head really blossomed now.

What is the origin of these two people? Can you hide your killing intent and sense of existence? Zajad began to wonder how many people had come, whether it was a purpose, or an accident.

Except for Zajad, who was naked, everyone else quickly drew their guns and aimed them at the position where they had just shot. It was clear to everyone that if the person who fired the shot had chosen not Zajad but them for the first shot, he would have become a cold corpse.

Although the interval between the seven bullets fired is extremely short, it is enough for these people who live in tension all year round and have a good martial arts foundation!

In particular, the shooter's second bullet hit Tatav while playing the game, and the third bullet hit the others, which is enough time difference!

If it's the second bullet, can you dodge it? Several terrorists have no bottom, and this is the first time they have seen such strange marksmanship.

Seven bullets, killing two terrorists! Such a record surprised all terrorists.

Quiet halls, where bullet casings fall to the ground and do their final dance.

Change bullets? No one dared to put their head out to look at it to verify that their guess was correct. Only seven shots were fired just now, which means that if this magazine can hold ten bullets, there are still three that have not been fired.

Is the bullet casing landing to lure the enemy?

Zajad praised, and an unusually calm and cold answer came from the quiet hall.

"Murder, I've never done anything like that. I thought that the first time I killed someone, I would be nervous and deformed. ”

After a slight pause, Qin Fen's voice that seemed to be talking to himself sounded again: "It turns out that my idea is wrong. You gave me a good reason to kill, and in my eyes you are not human at all. I'm just shooting beasts. If you're lucky enough to escape, go to the Animal Protection Society and sue me for animal abuse. ”

Kaba......

The sound of the cartridge entering the gun came out, and everyone knew that this young man was really bold enough to change the bullet so calmly.

Of course, his voice was erratic, and for a moment it was impossible to figure out where it came from and where his people were hidden.

Bang!

At the same time as another gunshot, the three outermost members of the terrorists who were hiding together subconsciously lowered their heads quickly, and the companion next to him burst out with a ball of blood at his temple.

"Boss! This...... The path of this bullet seems to be arcing! ”

The terrorists, who were lucky enough to escape a shot, simply lay on the ground, shouting loudly in their mouths.

Arc shot? Zajad's eyes lit up suddenly, and the words [special forces] flashed through his mind.

"Throw me the gun!" Zajad gave a command, but his body accelerated in the opposite direction from which the gun was thrown.

Give the dummy! Zajad didn't want the pistol thrown by his companion at all, he just hoped that the pistol rolling in the air would attract the attention of the gunman in the shadows, and attract the gunman to shoot the flying pistol.

Even if it's just one shot! Zajad was also confident that he could take advantage of the short time difference and hide elsewhere with more weapons.

Bang!

The gun went off! Zajad was about to flash out of the body of the stone pillar, and he forcibly pulled it back to stop, and only then did he pick up a surname by shrinking his chest and bowing his head.

(To be continued)