Hidden Assassin

“Can you... run? ”

That simple punch carried an incredible huge impact, the door on that side of the car fell down, the whole car seemed to be swung by a large iron hammer weighing several tons, the loud noise swung away to the side, the glass on all sides was turned into debris in this fierce impact, splitting the head over the face to everyone. When Jia Ming lay down on the broken window and revealed a smiling face inside, saying this, Yingzifeng looked at the figure, his teeth clicked and trembled uncontrollably.

Though he also knows that there are some people who can reach the limit of their power and barely achieve the immediate effect, it definitely does not have the same thunderous impact as it has in front of them. Yong Zifeng was frightened out of the sky. However, several people next to him reacted after a brief stunner. The moment before he turned the gun to Jiaming's side, Jiaming's hands held the gun, which had suddenly come in through the window and pressed it against the two people's heads.

Bang...

Blood spilled all over the carriage.

Within close range, the destructive power of the modified large-calibre pistol in Jiaming's hand was exerted to the extreme. Two human heads and even shoulders exploded. The flesh pounded the people next to him all over his face. The vast half of his body was covered in blood and crushed flesh. At this time, he just stared at Jiaming's gun mouth, his teeth shut up, raised his left hand on his body and shot again. That blood red stained his palm, how could he not shoot off, seemed to be foolish.

Hundreds of people at the market exit watched this scene in silence, not knowing when it had been as quiet as night.

The next moment, the bullet wiped out a spark on the ground, further down the road, more than twenty police cars swept across the corner over there, rushed this way, a sniper came out on the roof of the car, aimed this way, Jia Ming bowed his head, a bullet whistled from the head, his two guns pointed at the corresponding body in the car, and the other two surviving agents dared not move.

“What are you running so fast for? I've always wanted to talk to you...”

Jia Ming knocked the pistol twice on Yong Zifeng's head, and then smiled. "You have 10 minutes to tell the story. ”

After saying this, he took two steps back, then turned to the chaotic crowd in the vegetable market, disappeared for a moment, the crowd fled in chaos, more than twenty police cars, finally approached the bloody taxi.

Watching this scene on car TV, Fang Tian closed his eyes with some headaches and then took a long and relaxed breath: “Fine... he wants to talk...”

One of the people sitting next to him whispered to him, frowned, and leaned over again: “I'm afraid... it's hard to say that he's talking about giving Yong Zifeng ten minutes to explain the aftermath, possibly to make him feel more afraid, Yong Zifeng him... now he's almost scared...”

“Uh...” Fang Dai stunned, “Ten minutes... where is he now? ”

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Nobody knows where Jiaming is.

When more than twenty police vehicles arrived, dragged the dementia Yong Feng out of the vehicle and spoke with the two remaining agents, other personnel in the rear immediately began to search the area, but naturally no results were forthcoming. And the agent belonging to the Ye Lian team, who had been following him all the way to the rear, had completely lost track of his target.

Jiaming left a 10-minute countdown, no one knew what he was going to do. As a policeman, he naturally thought he had more than 20 cars on his side and could be invincible in the city with light and heavy weapons, but agents didn't think so. However, no matter how different the two sides estimate the strength of the enemy, they have to do something at the moment, that is, escort Yong Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau and escort him to the agents' safe house. And since the agents who belong to Yinghai Sheng are already on their way, they also decided to concentrate all their efforts and send Yingzifeng to the Public Security Bureau first. If the other party can take the whole city's Public Security Bureau out by itself - well, it doesn't really make any sense...

The convoy dramatically drove onto the road. After a few minutes, it joined several agents driving bulletproof vehicles, and transferred Yong Zifeng up. Sitting in the back seat of the vehicle, the bloody Yong Zifeng shivered. It was only then that he slightly reacted: “He will come... he will come... where are we now and when... I asked when...”

He grabbed an agent's watch, looked at the time, and then shook up and asked: "It's been a few minutes? It's been a few minutes?” Looking out the window desperately, the agent next to him consoled: “It's all right, Mr. Ying, I promise it's all right. You can see that we're all here, and he didn't do it just now. I can see that he's not targeting you, or...”

“What's all right! What? It's okay! Ah?” Yongfeng, bloody red, almost cried out, "Didn't he come to kill me? He didn't come to kill me! He's not after me. Is he after you? Surrounded by our people... what about the side of the road, those people on the side of the road are our people too!? ”

The pedestrian pointing to the side of the road yelled, he was caught in this hysterical state, there was no other way around it, and there was also a bit of slack about that 10-minute deadline, and he was watching the side of the road at this time. The convoy turned to the next intersection, standing in a towering room, and the driver in the police car at the front suddenly lowered his head and looked to the sky: “What is that...”

The policemen in the back row brushed the bullets loaded and looked up at them. The first thing that appeared was a pink dot, which gradually grew larger.

“Plastic bags...”

“No, it seems to be… an airplane…"

“Remotely piloted aircraft…”

Under high alert, the people in the front and rear vehicles also saw something wrong over the street, one, two, three… more than dozens of toy remote control helicopters lined up, “buzzing” towards the side of the convoy.

In the bulletproof sedan, Yingzifeng opened his mouth and looked down at the remotely piloted plane of various colors, staring at his eyes: “He's coming, he's coming...” He said, jumping at the door, “He's coming... let me out! I don't want to be here. I don't want to die in the car. It's not safe--”

“It's just a remotely piloted plane...”

Agents blocked him. At the same time, four police vehicles stopped at the side of the road. A total of 20 police officers rushed to the side of the road with guns. The road was not prosperous. There were not many pedestrians on the side of the road. When they saw this scene like a counter-terrorism movie, they all ran away unconsciously.

The police looked to the two floors, searching for targets, and the snipers opened the roof and the helicopter circled over the convoy.

At that moment, Ying Zifeng opened the door somewhat hysterically and jumped out directly, blocked by the agent.

“He's on the roof…” A policeman across the street spoke to the walkie-talkie and raised his gun, pointing over this building.

A shadow stood at the edge of the building, looking down the street at the convoy.

After struggling a few times, Ying Zifeng climbed up from the ground and the agents behind him chased him.

The first remotely piloted aircraft fell and hit the front driving police car window.

Top floor.

In direct sunlight, he took a step back, let go of the complicated remote control in his hand, looked into the blue sky and exhaled for a long time: “Almost...”

The river of time seemed blocked by this sigh for a moment, over the street, and the hovering remotely piloted aircraft began to fall downwards, and countless lights followed the toys, and people began to give orders: "Shoot them, knock them off.” The agent grabbed Yongfeng from the trunk and struggled hard.

Then... the explosion turned the police car upside down!

Remotely piloted aircraft fell to the ground, a bursting explosion flashed in the blink of an eye, the air waves rolled over, they turned the car upside down, pushed some moving police cars out suddenly, the flames, rolling smoke spreading down the street. Totally unaware of the situation and caught in a panic, Yongfeng escaped the other party's pull and rushed into a place he thought was safe in the air...

In the building, his palms clapped the armrest, Jiaming walked down the hall, singing an unknown melody in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Ying Zifeng rushed into the building, which was still under renovation.

“Tear gas! ”

“Save people--”

“Get him! Get him! Shoot the suspect immediately, shoot him on the spot...”

Seeing from the sky, the road between the two rows of buildings rolled with dust, the flames lit on the exploding car, all the vehicles were seven vertical and chaotic, the agents chased Yong Zifeng into the building, some of them started saving lives in the smoke in the first place, and more police officers burst into the building with guns.

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Run! Run!

Perhaps he was frightened by the suggestion of Jiaming's death, but at the same time he was frightened of his potential. Yong Zifeng ran wildly in the unfinished building. There was nothing in the lobby, corridor, room to stop him from escaping. At this moment, he only wanted to escape the footsteps chased behind him and find a place to hide. The flesh and mucus spilled over his head seemed to tell him, even if there were many people, it was pointless.

The agent in the rear reached out and grabbed him several times, and he couldn't even grab him.

Wooden shelves, plastic drums, cardboard boxes, abandoned lunch boxes, the crowd chased past the corridor, finally, Yongzifeng stepped on a steel pipe under his feet, suddenly slipped and his body pounded over the ground. The agent in the rear leaped and threw him on the ground: “Mr. Ying, we are now...”

tread--

The foot sounds up in front of the corridor, and the shadow pulls a rope and falls to the ground.

The agent who grabbed him also raised his head and raised his gun.

Several agents from behind raised different weapons in their hands. Then, a heavy gunshot struck the entire building.

The fire splashed, the smoke spread, and a mirror placed in the dark over there burst into powder in the sound of crazy gunfire. The next moment, blood splashed all over the body again.

“Ah--”

In the dialogues on both sides of the corridor, Yingzifeng climbed up regardless of everything, rushing back in the direction he came from. When he ran past several agents, a man was shot backwards and out. He appeared to run at almost the same speed as him. He could even see the person's slight blinking motion and distorted expression as he flew in the air.

Leaving those agents shooting at Reaper, he shouted out of this corridor, in a hall in front of him, several people seemed to see him, to rush towards him, he showed his face of fear, he settled his body violently, fell to the ground, the next moment, he struggled madly again to climb up, ran in the other direction of nobody, the pain on his shoulder, I don't know if it was a stray bullet or some hole through his shoulder blade, his body swayed, he continued to run dead, in front of him, was a staircase leading to the second floor...

At least by this time, he had been freaked out by the explosion of the human body and the bloodshed.

This is unspeakable chaos.

As the figure with the gun advanced in the building, the sound of the array of gunshots, the flowers of death continued to bloom, here the number of people could no longer represent the advantage, when the precise shooting technique and sensitive reaction were maximized, he became a reaper, any object moving in his field of view was destroyed in the first place, with the explosion in the crossfire, the stairwell collapsed, blocking most of the policemen under. Without support, the gunfire and explosion on the second floor suddenly subsided, Yong Zifeng was shot in the leg, leaning against the corridor, biting his teeth to keep himself from screaming. In the footsteps, a figure at one end of the corridor suddenly appeared, and then he was shot out, and he turned around, and that was a nightmarish figure with a gun in his hand, walking slowly.

“Ah"

In the dull scream, Yingzifeng crawls down to the fork of a T-shaped corridor. A grenade was thrown out of Jiaming's hand, and the corridor at the other end exploded into a rolling air wave, and the flame drew it into a restricted area. Yingzifeng turned around and climbed in the direction of the third corridor.

On the street of the deserted soldiers outside, a police station chief commanded the neighbor to climb up to the second floor, listened to the explosion and wiped cold sweat on his forehead: “I don't even know what's going on... the second son of Yingjia... who the hell are you messing with...”

Blood gushed out of his thighs, pulling out a long line of blood on the ground, Ying Zifeng climbed all over his body, listening to the back footsteps come up: "Ten minutes later, are you ready? ”

“Don't kill me... Don't kill me...”

The shadow of the gun smiled: “Drug trafficking can be shot, you want me not to kill you, that girl interrupted your interest in recruiting prostitutes, why don't you want to not kill her...”

“Don't kill me...”

The brush climbed forward on the ground, and the only way to say this was to tremble all over the body. Suddenly, the gunpoint at the rear was raised, and a figure appeared at the end of the corridor. He raised his hand and tried to show friendship. At the same time, several figures appeared beside him, similarly pointing the gunpoint at him.

“Don't be impulsive, I just want to talk, try to find a solution..." The person walked forward and sighed, "I think this has gone too far...”

“Uncle Fang…” Yongzi glanced at the walking figure and finally murmured a word.

“I killed him and solved it. ”

“You know it's not that simple. ”

The conversation remembered in the corridor, and suddenly it seemed like he had the strength to climb forward. "Uncle Fang, help me! Uncle Fang...” He is fragile like a child at this time. Although his family and Fang family are not very hot contacts, even though he does not have much fondness for each other on the other's day, the presence of this yellow awakening leader can indeed give a great deal of courage. Approaching Yingzifeng, Fang Dai extended his left hand: “Give me your hand and I will save you. ”

Ying Zifeng climbed to the ground extended his right hand and held it.

Fang Tian's right hand was placed behind him, and when he took it out, he raised a sharp military knife half a meter long, and the knife crossed the sky.

“Ah---”

The painful scream of torn hearts and lungs echoed in the corridor, not the first time Yingzifeng shouted today, but definitely the one he felt the most pain. Blood burst out, his right hand, at this moment all elbows broke.

“So first you have to give me a little chip for the conversation...”

From reaching out, to waving the knife, until the arm was severed raw, the middle-aged man in the power did not even blink an eye, murmured the sentence, handed the broken arm and knife to Choi Guohua behind him, and then kicked the copper open with one foot. Ye Lian raised his head as he wrapped his arms around the screaming Yong Zifeng.

“You know, it's hard for me to be like this today.” The middle-aged man laughed, "I would say, however, that there is no real bottom line and there is still a possibility of recovery. So… I want to talk…"

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