"Harry, have you ever killed anyone?"

"Killed.. Does a few hundred million at a time count? ”

Harry was still smiling.

The next moment.

Bang bang bang~

A barrage of bullets slammed into the back seat of the SUV, scaring the hippie-smiling Harry into a daze.

He stupidly looked into the rearview mirror and noticed that at some point, eight ragged children appeared behind him, armed with rudimentary semi-automatic rifles, and were firing fiercely at them.

FK, play for real!

If it weren't for Dean's off-road, it would be bulletproof.

He suspected that he had been shot indiscriminately.

Don't wait for him to react.

Screams came from all around.

It turned out to be because of the recoil.

The muzzles of the children's guns shook and bullets flew and knocked a mother and daughter who heard the gunshots and tried to flee back to their homes with their children to the ground!

“FK！”

Looking at the woman lying motionless on the ground and being protected by the woman, his face covered in blood, and looking at the children around him in confusion, Harry was furious.

He grabbed the pistol on his waist and was about to get out of the car.

Dean grabbed him: "This group of children should be just the first wave of cannon fodder!" ”

"But they're in our way!"

"Then hit them!"

Dean grabbed the steering wheel, slammed on the accelerator and slammed it backwards!

In his eyes.

Men and women, young and old, as long as you pick up a gun, you are the enemy!

The enemy, must die!

The off-road motor roars and crashes.

Just a few tens of meters away, fleeting.

You should never expect a group of kids who can only shoot and don't know where the bullets are going to react to a roaring off-road vehicle.

There were a few muffled thumping sounds.

Under the multi-ton off-road vehicle, there is a slippery feeling of running over the flesh.

Of the eight children, except for the four on either side, who reacted quickly and hid to the side, the remaining four had disappeared under the car.

"Dean."

Harry felt the strange sensation of the car's wheel slipping and crushing, and was shocked by his decisiveness, only to see Dean slam the steering wheel, knocking the other two children into the air, and the passenger window automatically pulled down.

Almost at the same time.

Dean raised his right hand and pulled the trigger on the crack in the window.

Bang bang twice!

Two unripe watermelons exploded violently, splashing watermelon juice all over the ground.

Their little watermelon, which is not yet ripe, simply cannot withstand the impact of 45 caliber bullets!

"You drive away!"

"Dean!"

Harry yelled, only to see Dean open the door.

Kill two pocket 'thugs' in a row.

Dean got out of the car with a blank face, rolled directly and hid in a bunker, and then pointed his guns at the other six gun-wielding 'thugs' on the ground, who didn't know if they were dead or not, and shot and mended!

For him.

Regardless of men, women and children!

If you dare to attack yourself, you must die!

The only difference.

Dean mercifully put the gun on the chest and artery of the six people this time, and did not obsess over the headshot, so as not to be accused of being cold-blooded and cruel by Nc afterwards!

Empty the mob.

Dean flashed and disappeared into the alley, like an ape, constantly parkour and climbing higher in the surrounding buildings, and immediately came to the highest point and scanned the surroundings.

To the east, a rabble was hurrying towards the location of the clinic.

At first glance, this group of people is the gangsters around them.

To the west is the direction from which the Boy Scouts have come.

There was an intersection, and there was a group of old people and children when they came, but now they were all gone, and the surrounding windows were tightly closed.

In both directions, there are low, dilapidated buildings, no taller than the six-story apartment building where Dean lives.

"Am I overthinking?"

Dean had just come to the thought.

Inside the clinic, the black girl who had left to call people, with more small puddings, walked out of the clinic, armed with all kinds of rudimentary weapons, surrounded the off-road where Harry was, and carried out a fire.

White stamps rained down on the bulletproof off-road alloy and glass.

From time to time ricochets hit the hapless in this group.

But this group of boys and girls, who are no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, do not care, all their eyes are feverishly pulling the trigger, and if they do not empty the magazine, they will never cease fire!

Poor Harry, feeling the dense vibrations of the body, was almost scared to pee.

My God!

How did this come to be?

Harry almost thought it was a Brazilian slum instead of where he grew up!

That's when it happened.

“FK！”

"This is the Cripples' territory!"

Angry shouts, coming from street corners!

It turned out to be a gang member in this area, who heard the movement and rushed over.

But when they saw everything in front of them, they were all stunned.

Gunshots were heard.

They thought someone was coming to grab the land.

Didn't expect it anyway.

It was a group of young black teenagers who shot at the gun.

Harry looked through the car window, showed joy, and shouted at the shooting hole in the car: "Big cock, I'm Harry, help"

Click~

The fierce gunfire drowned out Harry's pleas for help.

This group of pocket thugs, without the slightest hesitation, turned the gun, aimed at the dozen gang members who had just arrived, and pulled the trigger.

The group was still stunned.

Wait until you react.

The gangsters' immensely strong bodies had fallen to the ground with no weakness.

When consciousness is dying.

They are still confused as to why there is such a group of fierce children here

In the car.

Harry's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, a little difficult to accept the result of the savior's burp when he first arrived.

This group of teenagers is so brutal!

He had previously thought that Dean drove directly into them, and re-shot them again and again, a little too cold-blooded, but at this moment

Harry gritted his teeth, poked the pistol out of the shooting hole, and finally aimed it at the group of children and pulled the trigger!

This group of diced radishes surrounded the off-road, without the slightest defense.

In just one round of shooting, four men and two women, and six thugs fell.

Plus the members of the thugs who were knocked down by their own ricochets.

Nearly half of the manpower led by the girl has fallen.

How do you know.

Not only was the girl not afraid, but she was surprised, and shouted to the rest of the people: "Hole, there is a hole in the car, go get the gasoline canister and kill this heretic!" ”

Harry, who had just changed his revolver, was in a hurry.

He stretched out his pistol again, wanting to kill the girl who was giving orders, but found that the group had become smarter, so he stood in the direction of the front of the car, sneering at him.

In this direction, there is no shooting hole!

In front of life and death.

Where can I take care of morality!

Harry's eyes flashed fiercely, following Dean's appearance, he stepped on the accelerator, wanting to knock them off and retreat first, but sadly found that for the sake of basic comfort, the tires of the off-road vehicle had long been lying down!

Rumble~

The engine roared.

The off-road vehicle, which had lost its stability, swayed left and right, and rushed forward, but it did not hit the girl, but it ran over a black girl who reacted quickly and dodged to the side, and crashed straight into the wall of the clinic.

This time.

The front cannot be forward, and the back cannot be back.

Harry Muggle up!

It's better to just reverse and run away!

Harry knows this kind of ghost place, even if he calls for help, no one will rush to the first place.

He gritted his teeth, opened the window of the car in front of him, and climbed into the interior of the clinic, ready to rely on the terrain to resist while expecting Dean, who left first, to bring someone back to save him.

As soon as it landed, it was full of mud.

Harry looked down, only to see that the floor of what was supposed to be a modest operating room was covered with half-coagulated scarlet blood, like glue, sucking up his shoes.

As soon as the foot moved, there were large pieces of brushed blood lines sticking together, and the foot felt strange, which made people can't help but get goosebumps.

Bang~

The sound of the door breaking down broke Harry's shock.

He glanced around, regardless of leaving footprints, and after rushing out of the operating room, he deliberately left a series of bloody footprints in front of him, extending to a window opening, and then at a speed faster than getting into bed, he took off his shoes and hid them, returned barefoot, and found a random room to hide in.

The room was small, it seemed to be a storage room, with blood-stained bandages and dirty laundry stacked on top of it.

Harry noticed that there was an inconspicuous cubicle in the room.

His eyes lit up and he walked over.

Just approached.

The smell of blood, which was stronger than the outside, came.

Harry didn't think much of it, and opened the closed door.

The next moment.

It's like a collapsed barn.

Seven or eight bloody bodies of men and women collapsed from within, crushing Harry, who was unresponsive, to the ground.

Harry was terrified!

Although he was born here, he has never experienced such a scene!

He struggled in a panic, only to find that the corpses were nowhere near as heavy as he had imagined, and with a slight tug, he pushed them aside.

That's when it happened.

Footsteps hurried from outside the door.

Harry quickly stopped getting up, held his breath, and pointed his bloodshot revolver at the door of the utility room.

Once discovered by that group of inhuman imps.

He would rather die together than be burned alive!

Thankfully.

His suspicious plan, full of mistakes and omissions, really worked.

Footsteps hurried by, and finally stopped at the window opening leading to the back of the clinic.

"Jenny, that ran through the window, should we chase him and kill him?"

Small room.

Even though Harry was terrified, he was still stunned when he heard the '' call from outside.

A black boy who calls another black man a.

Magic!

Harry's brain circuitry is different from the average human.

He almost couldn't resist rushing out to reason with them.

But the teenagers and girls, the venting sound of shooting still calmed him down.

These kids are inhuman!

Click~

After a burst of venting ejaculation.

The footsteps moved away again.

Depending on the situation, the group of crazy child soldiers gave up and continued the pursuit.

Harry let out a long sigh of relief.

It took less than ten minutes.

He felt like he was experiencing a thrill he would never experience again in his life!

Keep waiting for a while.

Harry finally made sure they were gone, and cautiously got up from the ground to look at the body that had been holding him down.

This look made his eyes flash with unbearable.

I saw the corpses, all of which were heart-to-heart, lungs, livers and kidneys, and even the 'fresh remains' of black holes left in both eyes.

Most of them are black men and women, and a small number are yellow-skinned Asian men.

As for the bodies of the white men, none were seen.

Harry knew that these people were probably either black workers, or residents who were injured and 'died' on the operating table of the black clinic, and they were all removed from their useful organs and sold to the black market.

This happens from time to time.

But Harry didn't expect that this black clinic with a good reputation would be the same!

In a short period of time, there are too many shocks.

Harry didn't care about the nausea, shook and relaxed, and his body was a little deprived of oxygen, so he found a clean place to sit down at random, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call the captain for help first, and then contact Dean.

Anyway, before the colleagues from the police detective bureau came.

Harry wasn't ready to go out.

He's seen a lot of movies.

In some police and gangster films, often at the end, the naïve hero and heroine run out stupidly, and then be shot with a black gun, and then give the heroine a chance to block the bullet.

Besides.

He doesn't trust the people in this branch either!

Harry is not stupid.

This group of abnormal pocket thugs is obviously not the aborigines here, otherwise their friends would not have taken their brothers and grabbed small pistols, so they would have rushed over for nothing stupidly.

Then I think of him and Dean being attacked when they first came here.

Harry knew that it must have been the Mike Smith case that caused all this!

Dean was right.

This case is far more troublesome than they imagined!

That's when it happened.

Jingle bell~

The phone rings.

Harry was barely scared to death by the sudden sound.

It's a shame that no one called me just now, otherwise I would have died too unjustly!

After he saw the caller clearly, he answered the phone with some unhappiness: "Dean, you bastard, you actually call me now, do you know that this will kill me!" ”

"They've left.

And as a veteran of the flowers, the mobile phone is silent, which should be the basic professionalism.

Man, you're very unprofessional. ”

Harry: "."

He had just experienced life and death, and he was in no mood to be poor: "Dean, I'm not in the mood to be funny right now, where are you now?" ”

"I was guarding you in the shadows just now, and now I'm following that group of people, ready to see who is behind the scenes, by the way, I've already spoken to Captain Mun, you stay in the hiding room, you haven't received a call from Mun, don't come out!"

After speaking.

Dean, who was shuttling down the alley, hung up the phone.

After discovering that something is wrong.

He used Harry as bait.

This group of children has been brainwashed by professional means at first glance, and they are not mentally normal, and they do not have the slightest fear of death or awe of injury and bloodshed on their faces.

This means.

For the first time, Dean thought of Mike Smith's 'source of pain'!

The clinic would have been one of their clues.

But even they were attacked, and you don't have to think about it to know that nine times out of ten, the people in the clinic have already hit the streets.

The point is.

Dean and Harry had just arrived.

The enemy has already prepared traps in advance, waiting for them to jump in.

This is not normal!

Dean is curious about how the people behind the scenes know about their movements!

This time tracking.

Not only does he have to find out who is behind it, but he also has to get rid of some of the rats that may be hiding around him!!

Totally crazy today!

(End of chapter)