He was standing in the middle of the corridor, and he was on the steps of the stairs, more than a dozen meters away.

He carried the M1932, he carried the Southern Fourteen.

He had come to kill someone, he guessed that the figure on the stairs was him, because he felt that he was afraid, and he knew that there could be no police here, and that the police must have come to kill him, not to mention standing at the door of his room.

So they all know who he is.

It felt like a long time had passed, and it felt like it was just a moment, and he suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun and began to pull the trigger, and he, in a coincidental moment, chose to reflexively and rushed up the stairs.

The sound of rapid shooting was particularly harsh in the dim and narrow corridor, and the sound of footsteps stepping on the stairs again and again was accompanied by the sound of bullets hitting the steps again and again, and there were debris in the darkness that cut through Feng Zhong's frightened face, but he couldn't feel it as he ran wildly.

Wanting to escape from death, trying his best to escape, he had already rushed to the corner of the stairs, the gunfire had stopped, Feng Zhong still didn't dare to stop, his spirit was about to collapse, he didn't even have the courage to get stuck at the staircase, he rushed directly into the corridor on the second floor, and continued to rush along the corridor regardless of it, he just wanted to get out of here, the farther away from the devil in a police uniform, the farther away the better.

It was only when he panicked and fell to the end of the dimly lit hallway that he regained his senses and remembered how safe the building was, safe with only one exit.

At this time, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the stairs sounded at the other end of the corridor, step by step, not slowly, naturally like someone coming home from work, but listening to Feng Zhong's ears it was like a piercing death knell again and again.

The long hallway was dim, and it was impossible to see the darkness at the end of the other end clearly. In despair, Feng Zhong couldn't get up, grabbed his pistol and turned around to hit it.

呯呯呯呯...... The frightened face shone eight times in a row under the muzzle flame, and after the last bullet was discharged, he was still trying to pull the trigger desperately, looking more like his fingers twitching.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a dazzling flash and a deafening gunfire on the other side of the darkness, and the falling debris on the wall beside him forced Feng Zhong to rush into the room beside him as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Then the sound of leather shoes strolling sounded again, and the floor in the corridor creaked, and every time I passed through an open door, the black and white police uniform appeared, and then disappeared into darkness. The click was the sound of the magazine slipping, and the snap was the sound of another magazine being neatly slapped into the barrel of the gun, which sounded very clear in the silent corridor.

Feng Zhong collapsed, and regardless of his disappointment, he picked up a chair and slammed it against the window, smashing it into the only chance of life.

Boom - glass and window frames shattered, and even the legs of the chair were broken. He rushed up to the windowsill like crazy, pulling at the iron grilles nailed to the windows, pulling, pushing, kicking, kicking, squeezing, leaning.

The face in extreme pain, the green tendons that were almost broken, the skin cut by the glass shards began to gurgle and bleed due to the extreme effort, and the sound of pain gradually appeared in the throat, ah-

......

Footsteps were heard again at the staircase, hurried and heavy, and someone was running up.

The figure who heard the sound of the broken window did not look back, and when he raised his gun and turned into the room, he heard the person who had just come up on the other side of the stairs shouting something to this side, and he didn't listen carefully, probably asking to stand still and not move, no matter what he was, it didn't matter.

The shattered window came into view, and the two distorted and curved iron grates indicated the reality that extreme fear can also inspire potential. The sound of running in the corridor was getting closer and closer, and he did not hesitate to rush to the window, raise his gun, and aim at the vague wolf bèi running figure downstairs.

Woo Woo ......

The muzzle of the gun jumped violently, the bullet casings flew, hit the top of the window frame, fell again, landed on the window sill, rolled and bounced, spun and fell to the floor with a crisp ding-dong sound. And the fire light from the window finally completely illuminated the face inside the window, and I couldn't see the eyebrows behind the brim, but I could see the narrow eyes, focused, cold, and numb.

When the eleventh shot was discharged, the vague target was still staggering, but the footsteps in the corridor behind him had stopped, and he knew what it meant, the mission was over.

He suddenly turned around and began to shoot at the door, and at that moment the gun at the door also rang out.

The dimly lit room was lit again and again by two close shooting rifles, and the white light and white walls flashed like a news scene full of magnesium lights.

......

"I'm Feng Zhong! He's there! he's going to kill me!" Feng Zhong shouted in panic at the oncoming gendarmes, gesturing to the window at the upper end of the stairs behind him, which had just fallen into darkness and silence.

When the gendarmes ran past and rushed towards the building, the feeble Feng Zhong clutched his waist and exhaled a long breath.

A gendarmerie non-commissioned officer who passed by Feng Zhong stopped, looked at Feng Zhong, who was wolf, and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I've just been cut through the glass a few times, I'm fine. ”

"Are you sure?" the gendarmerie non-commissioned officer reminded again.

Feng Zhong lowered his head at this time, a large piece of blood was very obvious near the waist of his white shirt in the firelight, and he subconsciously let go of the palm he was holding, it was obviously not a glass scratch, but a bullet hole that was still bleeding, and then Feng Zhong's face turned pale in an instant.

......

She had never left the window since she saw the fire in the police office building, which must have been done by him, because the gendarmerie was next door.

But she would rather think like everyone else thought it was an accidental fire than that he was going to embark on a death mission.

As time passed, her tight heart finally felt a little lighter, maybe it was really an accident and had nothing to do with him. So he finally turned around and poured himself a glass of water, but before the glass touched his lips, the sound of gunshots came, which seemed to come from the gendarmerie. So the cup slipped on the spot, and one petal turned into a crush.

Soon after, the gunfire stopped, and her arms could no longer hold the windowsill, and her body slowly slid down the window root and sat on the ground. The sound of the gunfire means that he has made a move, and the end of the gunfire means that the end of the qiē is over. He had told him 'only life and death, not captured', and never worried that he wouldn't be able to do this, so he died.

I used to want him to die, but now that he's really dead, are you happy? Relieved? I don't know.

Looking at the floor in the moonlight, I realized that my heart was broken like the shards of glass on the ground that shone with crystal moonlight, and it hurt to the bone.

Later, tears fell, and then she finally understood a little, if she hated someone for a long time, her heart would also be filled by him. In the shattered wreckage, it was all him, and there was no room for anything else.

"I hate you!" she said in a low sob, and tears burst into her eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire came into the window again, into her ears as she curled up under the window and wept bitterly.

This made her jump up like a spring, her eyes widened with tears of sadness, and she tried to listen, not realizing that her upper body had leaned out of the window for a long time, and she was afraid that she would fall downstairs.

This time, the location of the gunfire was not in the gendarmerie, but some distance away from the gendarmerie. Even though she was unprofessional, she could hear a shell gun ringing, the tight rhythm of the shooting that was occasionally drowned out by the noise of other gunfires, intermittently. It must be him, he is different, he is a deserter, he can always escape, a deserter will not die. The beautiful tearful eyes began to shine again, making the tears appear more and more crystalline, revealing the longing of the heart, staring at the night in fear.

......

A pair of black leather shoes ran in the dark, and the white leggings occasionally appeared in the dim light, making the shoes darker and brighter.

The pace was not staggering, but the breathing was not smooth, irregular and heavy, and it sounded like it contained fatigue and pain.

Striding through the green bricks, he inadvertently kicked the empty cigarette case away, occasionally being scraped by the debris that swept around him, and collapsed with a bang, the muzzle flame flashed from time to time in the darkness behind Ren, and the occasional whistling of bullets in the air around Ren's ears, but he didn't look back, just ran desperately forward with his gun, like a black wind blowing through the roadway.

Run forward firmly, even if you can hear the footsteps of those chasing behind you, even if the alley in front of you is straight, you don't change direction. Because the enemy must be gradually blocking the junction, must be thinking of outflanking, and now they are behind, and once they change direction, they will soon become embattled.

If you don't change direction, the end must be the city wall, and what you have to fight for is to widen the distance between you and the pursuers before you reach the city wall, so that the enemy can change the chase to search, so that you can think about what to do next, at least you can live until dawn.

Running out of the alleyway, turning sideways for a short while, choosing the nearest alley to continue drilling in the established direction, the emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts, and finally hit a dead end, and the wall appeared in front of him. So he let go of his blood-stained left hand, which was covering his abdomen all the way, and pulled the hook and rope behind his waist.

Painfully climbed over the wall, through the courtyard, and from the opposite side, and finally felt powerless, several wounds on his body were in pain, but the abdomen could not survive the shot anymore, the body was at the critical point of collapse, and the arm trembled so much that he could not take off the iron hook hanging on the wall.

Reluctantly giving up, he left the hook and rope on the wall and began to continue walking, because he could no longer run, so he could only endure the pain and try to walk.

Gradually, I began to feel in a trance, and I had to hold on to the wall next to me to stop, clench my abdomen and hunch my waist, panting heavily, trying not to faint, and the drops of sweat and blood fell on the dim ground at the same time but could not be seen.

It seems that the idea of living until dawn may not be realized, unless you don't have to spend any more energy and find a nearby place to hide.

As soon as I thought so, a shout suddenly sounded not far behind me: "The thief is there! Someone! He's there! Someone is coming!"

Straightened up slightly, turned his head sideways to look behind him, and there was a faint poking his head out on the head of the courtyard wall where the iron hook was left, shouting here with righteous indignation.

Hu Yi, who had no expression from beginning to end, finally smiled bitterly in the dark at this moment, and worked hard to pay the water, okay, this is fate, why do you have to stay up until dawn.

So he straightened his spine and walked on, letting the owner of the courtyard still make noise on the wall behind him.

Out of the alley is the intersection, this time he chose to walk the street, no longer facing the darkness.

The gun he was carrying was already in a state of readiness, covering his wound and slowly swinging forward, calmly waiting for the last moment to appear......

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