Hidden Assassin

“Don't be afraid, don't move...”

In the darkness, she saw those familiar eyes, buried deep in a grey black cloak, and gave her an apologetic and tranquil smile.

Both hands have been held tightly by him at this time. The thunder held tight by her left hand has pulled open the pull loop. As long as the insurance has a slight vibration, it is possible to explode. The pull loop is wrapped around the index finger of her right hand. At this time, all five fingers are held by Jia Ming's hand. In all these years, she has never felt the firmness and reliability of this hand as this time...

Her eyes were already sore when she saw each other's eyes. She didn't want to die or fear death. At this moment, her fear suddenly burst up with acid. The cold, ready to explode, blowing her and everyone else to pieces of meat. She held her hand at this moment. Her eyes crossed the cape, opposite, the gun in the giant's hand was still pointed this way, and the second shot was to be fired.

Kaoru suddenly poured over.

“Bang -” the bullet crossed the night sky, the seriously injured teenage girl bite hard on the enemy's arm, the pistol fell and was kicked off with her knee by the teenage girl. Although her posture was unwieldy, she pinched it quite accurately.

From the position of the sand, you can clearly see the scene of the other side holding the gun, the scent of the bloody lavender being blown away again, yet the home on the back seems to care nothing about everything, just focus on moving the pull ring towards the grenade, slowly and firmly, without half a twitch. The tank did not hesitate until it swung aside, and rushed toward this side, gathering a full force punch and bombarding the back of Jiaming's head.

There was no room for dodging, the back of the brain was hit hard, the shadow shook, and then, another punch came back from the opposite direction, crazy leg kick, knee bump came as shadow.

From a distance, the tank is over two meters tall, facing an opponent nearly 40 centimetres below himself, and at a moment's notice, it is like beating an irresistible sandbag, with a huge destructive fist and feet stirring the wind, striking a person in a moving motion and shock. The sand shed tears and looked at the familiar body in front of him. From time to time, his body was shaken to the right and left. At last, blood spilled out of his mouth, but he still had a steady smile. Only his extended hands did not shake or loosen slightly.

In just a few seconds, the sound of "bang bang bang” was like a storm rain as the shadow swayed, but this time with blood on the corner of Jiaming's mouth, a clear laughing arc was finally pulled out.

“Bang” sound, the next moment, that big body over two meters flew out towards the rear...

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“What exactly are you hitting, I suddenly found you really weak... a pure little tank with a small turret...” wiped the blood out of the corner of his mouth, the family smiled lightly, just that the expression cover was under the cape, still a little dark, opposite him, the tank had stood up, spit out a broken tooth, and made a wary posture for the battle.

Jia Ming lowered his head with no concern: “If you really came with a consciousness, you should have hit me in the first place and tried to sell me cheap... only means that you still don't have any power and still can't grab anything you want to grab... as many years ago, the girl's number is... one, three, six, eight? ”

“You are indeed a traitor to Peroga...”

“Maybe, but it's not what you think.” Smiled lightly, "many years ago when you were training in Japan, the girl was with you, you planned to leave Peloka together, but she was lying to you, in the subsequent trial, she tried to kill you, but you finally killed her, because you had a good hand, the people were in a good mood, so just put you in the Asian department, this is a popular joke inside Peloka, otherwise why would you call it a pure little tank? ”

Step by step, he walked towards him. At this point, the tank really saw the face under the cape. At the same time, Jia Ming pulled out a pistol and threw it to the side of the ground: “Since you really want to fight and there are no guns left, I will give you a fair fight.” He said, pointing to an outer wall not far away, "let's go over there. ”

“Jiaming... Jiaming...” Sasha took two steps and then saw Jiaming smile back: “Don't worry. ”

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The showdown did not last long. With the sound of tanks coming from the side of the wall, followed by the roaring machine gunfire, it took only about a minute before and after, Jia Ming wiped his hands and came out of the wall. At this time, Sha Sha was carefully lifting the upper body of the bloody body, and there was nothing to be done about the situation.

“I'll do it. ”

Walking to the two people, Jia Ming said softly, one hand copied the lavender legs, the other hand held her upper body full of blood as comfortably as possible: "You did well.” He said softly.

The weak body was softly nestled in the arms of Jia Ming. When he heard the phrase, his aromatic eyes looked at him, as if he doubted whether he had heard something wrong. The weakness contained a slight expression of indissolubility. Despite the staining of blood, he still appeared to have a clear little face, even more attractive. It took a moment to reveal a slight smile, but there was obvious comfort and relaxation in weakness. She painstakingly moved her body a little closer to Jiaming's chest. Her cheeks seemed to stick inadvertently on it. Perhaps only then could she move a little closer to the past...

However, these small moves clearly cause some dissatisfaction.

“Hey, if you get hurt, don't move. Lie down. ”

“You… of course you are uncomfortable holding her like this, she has been shot three times, she has lost so much blood, and you say she…” Sand is carrying a crying cavity, hands and feet are busy around the lavender, “you hold tight. ”

“Uh... but... I've always held people like this, you don't know...”

“But she was hurt so badly...” In the rush of Sha Sha, Jia Ming carefully adjusted the position in his arms as much as possible. Far away, the gunfire began to become dense again for a while. Probably the person who woke up flaming yellow finally started engaging with the killer and rescuing the hostages. However, this kind of thing is not his specialty. The reason why he was able to come in like this is because he didn't care about the hostages and other things.

Next, there should only be one thing to do with him...

“Alas, Jia Ming...” After walking out of the way, Sasha turned around somewhat confused, “Didn't you say to fight that man? Why so soon..."

“Well, he's too bad...”

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The moment the bullet rips through the chest, the whole world becomes cold, as if the world's cold brains were boiling in the same place.

He lay quietly on the ground, and the last thing he saw in his eyes was just that pitch of pitch black in the night sky, the blood coming out of his veins, pouring into his lungs, into his throat, into his stomach… this was the last moment of his life, and he had heard of it before, often briefly and for a very long time, a long time to concentrate his whole life. He suddenly remembered a long time ago.

The girl, code-named 1368, had given everything to him, and they had planned to be free. That was indeed the dream of a very childish teenager. When the childish plan was finally discovered, in order to conceal his actions, he informed the instructor and then... killed the girl...

As a result, he survived, and after the girl died, the escape and betrayal stories became another version of the story, which became a joke in Peroga, but in any case, the innocent little tank was better than the cowardly and betrayed little tank. Since then, he has not come into contact with any woman - neither have men - driven by the mindless thoughts of the gods, and when he betrayed the Peroga High-Level Resolution, he seems to have a sense of emancipation in his heart, as if he could get rid of everything he once had, yet he is right, he is still unconscious, no matter how many years later, he is still the weak man who cannot resolve at the last moment...

“It doesn't matter if you're scared, because I'll take you away with me...”

I'm sorry…

“How could they know... Let's go... just the two of us...”

I'm sorry…

“I'm dead... Will you live well...”

Don't you...

Everything turned into the last sarcastic look in his eyes. That sarcasm may be the same as when he wanted to fight fairly. When he rushed up, the pistol he pulled out of his face, maybe the same way when she faced her pistol, first stunned, then suddenly...

The night breeze blew past, whimpering, and the gunshots in the distance became awesome.

More than ten minutes later, a human figure appeared here in a flowery coat with a slightly lonely look on the mindless faces. The operation itself was an adventure, winning by five points, and now the situation can only be described as bad luck and anticipation, as for the killers who came here for money… that was a companion of the tanks and others, not admittedly, now it seems that if only a few people had come in the first place, it might have been easier to grab hostages, and of course, it makes no sense to think about it now.

Looking down at the corpse of his companion, he was about to squat, and suddenly a strange feeling surged up, his legs in a semi-squat state pushed smoothly, and his whole body leaped out against the ground.

As the sound of the air rifle burst, the bullet chased the running gods mindless, scattered the stone chips on the entire wall, one side returned fire with a gun, the gods looked back, only to see the grey and black cloak dressed like a ghost, and was fast following along the edge of the small woods.

Finally...

Referring to the previous actions of Tulip Scent, I understand that this guy is basically a must-know character, so the gods have long understood that even if they come to Japan immediately, they will definitely follow him. In such circumstances, he finally appeared, now suppressed by his fire, and at one point his face showed a rather nervous smile, rushing into a long row of bungalows ahead.

It was a long time ago in the old house in the school, a long hallway in the middle, both sides of the room, as soon as he went in, the other side immediately chased after him, looking at the exit in front of the corridor were two locked iron doors, and the gods whispered.

A bang broke into the door of the next single room, and with a huge roar, flames and waves swept in, the gods ran out the window.

After diving through two windows, the grey and black figure appeared at the corner of the house opposite him, not waiting for him to shoot, and the gods broke through the window again.

Running back along a flame-filled tunnel, it's almost calculated that when you rush to the door, you encounter the tulip from that side, and with that corner, you can reduce your current fire disadvantage. However, he hasn't rushed to the door, heard the broken glass, turned around and kicked to the side of the door, while the other side rushed over.

With a loud bang, the old wooden slate door withstood a heavy blow from both sides, suddenly turning into raw wood chips.

The shadow rushed out like a shell, the godless spinning side power, kicked into the wooden door, also spelled a hard note with the man in the grey clothes who rushed in the rear, yet he only felt kicked into a swimming fish, the force slipped past, the next moment, both bodies flew at the same time.

This is a rather pure collision.

Bombing, their bodies broke through the door on the other side of the aisle. While his body was empty, the gods simply felt that the other party had grabbed his collar with one hand, his hands staggered off, and the man couldn't help but turn around in the air, but before landing, they pressed both hands against his shoulders simultaneously.

Boom boom - two people's bodies flew five or six meters in the air, the wooden bed and large wardrobe in the room were all smashed into parts, the body fell on the foot of the wall, the gods could not read a single hand, and pushed the man's hand on his shoulder to the ground, but then came a smooth gavel, hurriedly elbow support, immediately followed by countless heavy punches like a storm.