Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire at the bus stop: the dull sound of silent pistols continued, and the sporadic burst shots of the new 5.8mm automatic rifle were deafening. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhuang Yan couldn't tell the enemy from me, desperate, just ran away from the crowd and rushed out, only to see bullets burst out of the wall behind Zhuang Yan one after another, and the broken wall tiles and white ash bullets on his face, the heat was as painful as being shot.

Zhuang Yan knew that his good fortune would not last long. Maybe these bullets missed the wall, and it was hard to guarantee that the next bullet would be fated to hit his eyeballs. So Zhuang Yan ran away, turned around, flashed into the public toilet, and disappeared.

At least three killers pushed away the crowd and rushed to the scene, glancing at each other, pistols in both hands, cautiously following the men's restroom.

A second later, a killer walked into the women's restroom with a shy face.

As soon as the killer walked into the women's toilet, he saw Zhuang Yan who was brazenly preparing to climb the window and run away. The killer was overjoyed and shouted with pride: "I, knew, it!" (I knew it!) "Solemnly pronounced Zhuang Yan's death sentence, and even took a solemn and solemn horse step, held the gun in both hands, raised it to aim at Zhuang Yan, determined to hit the heart and kill it perfectly.

In the killer's mind, this set of actions must be smooth and smooth. But in Zhuang Yan's stunned gaze, there was a suspicion of pretending, because on this occasion, he only needed to scream like a woman and raise her pistol to shoot randomly, and the distance of twenty meters was enough to shoot Zhuang Yan hanging on the window into a sieve.

Then after the killer yells "I, knew, it", two things happen at the same time:

The killer raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one go, showing off his solid training skills and excellent gun drawing art.

What Zhuang Yan did was simple: he was so frightened that he let go of his hand that was clinging to the windowsill.

At the moment when the gun rang out, Zhuang Yan was doing a free fall movement with an acceleration of 10 meters every square second, and fell on the wet toilet tiles, and then the bullet "boomed" and the wall was opened, and the sparks were bright for a moment.

The killer didn't expect gravity to save Zhuang Yan, and scolded: "damn, it!" "Lower the muzzle and try to make up the shot.

Zhuang Yan rolled on the wet ground, surprised that Newton's spirit in the sky was blessing him, and even gravity could save him from the gun, and he was immediately excited, picked up his schoolbag and threw it at the killer: "Taste the anger of socialism!" Look at the hidden weapon! ”

The killer knew a little Chinese, frowned and sneered, and thought: "This is also a dark weapon?" Naive! "The killer's marksmanship is superb, he decided to hit Zhuang Yan in the back through the schoolbag, killing two birds with one stone, his marksmanship can definitely do it.

The killer fired three shots in a row, hitting the skin of the schoolbag open. The schoolbag trembled three times in the air, and scattered confetti flew out of the three black holes that had been broken.

But the schoolbag was unstoppable, and continued to fly towards the killer with a devastating momentum, hitting the killer in the face like a bamboo; The thick spine inside the bag made the canvas bag as hard as iron, almost smashing the killer's face into a basin.

The killer felt a piano hit him in the face. Suddenly, the world was spinning, and he was delirious.

The killer's tears reflexively welled up, his mouth opened wide in confusion, he looked up to the sky in a daze, and fell with a bang, and the pistol "clanged" to the ground. Then the hard bag rolled down the killer's face, revealing the killer's bruised face that looked like a cupping.

Zhuang Yan staggered over, picked up the gun first, and then hurriedly picked up the schoolbag, staring contemptuously at the fainting killer: "You should be glad that you are still alive." If it is the schoolbag of any middle school student in China, you will not even have a chance to rescue at this time. ”

The killer didn't go to school in the Chinese Republic, so he didn't know the ultimate power of the schoolbag, and he suffered the loss of "being lonely and unheard". Although he had trained to resist blows, the moment the bag hit the killer's forehead, he had the illusion that his brain was about to crash through the back of his head and burst out of his shell; It's like sticking your head into the barrel of a cannon and firing it.

The killer calculated everything, but he didn't calculate it, and the Chinese schoolbag would be so heavy. So he was stunned all at once.

As soon as Zhuang Yan picked up the schoolbag, the killer in the men's toilet next door was nowhere to be found, and suddenly heard the gunshots, and immediately came to support, and when he came in, he saw his companion fainting on the ground, and Zhuang Yan was calmly bending down to pick up the schoolbag, and suddenly became serious, and raised the pistol nervously: "You actually knocked down Andrew in only 3 seconds!" You are by no means an ordinary person! ”

Zhuang Yan didn't know how to explain.

The other side has two strong men and two guns. The reason why they still bothered to talk to him was because Zhuang Yan was a dead man in the next second.

Zhuang Yan searched for dry intestines, and couldn't think of any chance of survival, so he had to raise his hands, delay the time and ask, "What good will it do you to kill me?" ”

"Bang!" Two gunshots rang out at the same time. Wisps of white smoke drifted from the muzzle of the gun. Zhuang Yan's eyes widened, and his gaze drifted.

Then the two killers looked down at their chests in confusion, and they saw a few pieces of their sternum flying out, and looked down to find that an ugly red hole had exploded in the white shirt on their chest, the threads of the fabric were mixed with the flesh, and the tiny fountains produced by the broken capillaries were bulging outward. A red stream had been dyed red to the abdomen, making it steaming and slimy between the underwear and the chest and abdomen.

After realizing that they had been shot, the two killers raised their limp arms and tried to use the last of their strength to complete the bounty killer's contract: to shoot Zhuang Yan.

"Bang! Bang bang bang! As soon as the killer showed signs of raising a gun, the armed police with the shrimp waist gun did not hesitate, and fired continuously, and the domestic 5.8mm automatic rifle in his hand trembled slightly, and it maintained excellent accuracy in continuous firing with great stability, and repeatedly broke the killer's heart with incomparable accuracy.

Coronary artery crushing. Intense stress pain and an over-activated sympathetic system cause the killer to begin dazed tremor convulsions, losing the ability to move with precision. They were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, shaking a little, their eyes wide open, their bodies chilling with fear, and they fell down involuntarily; As he lay on the wet floor tiles, his hands and feet twitched and trembled with death but not stiffness. They are like two slaughtered rabbits, nostalgic for life and afraid of being killed; After struggling in vain for more than thirty seconds in the fear and pain of death, his eyes gradually dilated, his pupils dilated, his expression froze, and he was finally liberated by death after a long period of cerebral hypoxia, completing this long and apprehensive process.

The killer takes orders, never leaves anyone to bleed to death, and often uses extreme means such as "headshots" to make the victims go to Huangquan immediately, in order to "give relief".

The reason for this special ritual code is that the killer is familiar with the tragedy of human death, so he himself is afraid of death, just as the butcher is most afraid of being tied to a stool as a pig or sheep to be slaughtered. Human death is a terrible process, and strong people will accept the outcome, but no normal person will be able to enjoy it.

Zhuang Yan couldn't accept it. His eyes widened, and a mouthful of filth poured up, and he reached out to support the wall, burying his head and vomiting in a mess.

More armed policemen marched with guns in their hands, moving in and guarding everywhere, announcing the information: "The bandits have been killed, and Zhuang Yan has been controlled." Danger is basically ruled out, and everything is normal. ”

Xing Yan walked in, and at a glance he saw the killer fainting on the ground, and saw a bruise on the man's face, as if he had pulled out a fire cup with his face, and suddenly his heart was relieved, and he secretly thought: "There is a living mouth, it's good." With joy in his heart but not showing his face, he put the hot pistol into his waist, walked to Zhuang Yan with his pocket, squinted and muttered: "You are the first person who has the ability to run away from my hands." I didn't expect you to be able to single-handedly take on the bounty killer, your strength is really not to be underestimated. ”

Zhuang Yan raised his head and looked at him with frowns, wanting to explain that "the schoolbag is too heavy", but he couldn't help but regurgitate, lowered his head and vomited again with a "wow".

"Don't say anything, this time I have someone, a gun, and an embassy, and you can't get the golden cicada out of its shell anymore." Xing Yan said with certainty, "Follow me back to the embassy." ”

Zhuang Yan's face turned blue with vomiting, and the strength to squeak was gone. (To be continued.) )