Han Xiaomei's eyes widened and her mind went blank, but as expected, death did not come.
Click, click, click.
Ajie pulled the trigger like a joke, and then threw the empty gun: "Yellow girl, next time you sing the empty city plan, at least pretend to be a little bit like. If you have bullets, will you climb out of the window with your bare hands?"
"—Don't move!" He raised his voice abruptly, and behind him Jiang stopped picking up the dagger.
"If you and I don't want to move, this girl may not." Ajie didn't reply: "Although it was not in the plan, killing one more policeman is not a big deal to me."
Abandoned roads stretched long in the night, leading to the undulating wilderness at the end, and the emptiness and darkness that could not be melted away like thick ink.
Jiang Ting finally stood up slowly.
Every bone in his body and every inch of his internal organs were screaming for severe pain, and every joint seemed to be filled with sour cold water, and even a slight movement would bring great pain. However, his figure is still very straight, from the back of the neck to the shoulders, the butterfly bone to the back waist, and even the slender legs to the feet, all showing a tight and neat posture.
"What the hell do you want to do?" he asked.
Applejack pressed her knees against Han Xiaomei's abdomen, forcing her to fall to the ground with her elbows twisted unnaturally, then raised her head to estimate the time in her mind, and said, "It's almost time for the person who will pick me up."
Han Xiaomei forcibly suppressed her tears, but she couldn't hold back the painful spasms.
"Hu Weisheng is dead, and the bag of blue gold that was left out has also been destroyed. Your police officers solved the case very neatly this time, and helped us a lot. I think the boss will be very happy when I go back, but I can still make him even better. Be happy." Ajie paused, then turned around and raised the corners of Jiang Ting's mouth, revealing a malicious smile: "If I can bring what he wants more."
Behind him, at the end of the highway in the distance, a star light flashed faintly.
Jiang Ting said, "Okay."
He promised so neatly, which somewhat surprised Applejack.
"But you let her go first." Jiang Ting continued, "If the policeman dies, at least I can make sure that your life in the next few years will not be too smooth... Or at least you will not have the next few years. Years are over."
Judging from Applejack's reaction, he probably didn't take it seriously. From the moment Han Xiaomei pointed a gun at his forehead, he was already half dead: "I advise you to go first..."
Jiang Ting said: "I don't think it's easy to live, but it's quite easy to bring someone to bury. Why don't I try?"
Applejack's demeanor finally changed, as if he was weighing how serious he was. After thinking for a while, he shrugged, got up and let go of Han Xiaomei.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Ting asked in a low voice, kneeling beside Han Xiaomei.
"...Consultant Lu..."
While holding the phone, Ajie didn't know what message he was sending, he walked towards the Land Rover whose door was dented in the crash, pulled out the metal briefcase on the co-pilot, and took out a piece from the glove box under the dashboard. He inserted something in the shape of a black pistol into his lower back.
"He, he has a gun..." Han Xiaomei was about to get up trembling, but was stopped by Jiang Ting.
"It's better to lie down."
"No, you—"
"You might have a concussion when you fell just now, don't move."
"But!" Han Xiaomei said anxiously, just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt that her pocket was moved.
Handcuffs!
In an instant, she reacted and looked at Jiang Zing abruptly, only to see that there was nothing unusual in his demeanor or tone, and said, "Lie here waiting for rescue, those people from the city bureau won't take too long. Hold on for a while longer. , I'll come when I go."
"Okay, you two, if we talk more, she should discuss with you to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate tomorrow morning." After Ajie sent the message, he stepped forward lazily: "Don't stop."
Han Xiaomei only felt that every movement of the handcuffs in her pocket was very clear. She stared at the killer who was getting closer and closer behind Jiang Ting. Not surprised, he said, "Okay."
Ajie fell to the ground and reached out to grab Jiang Ting's arm.
Brushing an arc of light close to Han Xiaomei's nose, Jiang Ting stood up like lightning and smashed the metal handcuff ring on Ajie's temple!
"run!"
Han Xiaomei didn't even dare to delay the blink of an eye.
"Fuck!" Applejack was really annoyed this time, and shook his head to get rid of the dizziness, grabbed the cuff ring like iron tongs and threw it away, and immediately raised his hand to draw a gun. He was accustomed to wanting to open the safety bolt, but as soon as his thumb was raised, he restrained himself. He simply smashed Jiang Ting's head with the butt of his gun, bang!
"I should have known that you're a troublesome person—" Ajie said in a single word, his elbows stuck to Jiang's throat, and he was thinking about how to make him faint without killing him, when suddenly there was a bright light behind him, and the engine roared. The sound approached rapidly.
A Cherokee sped from the highway exit and rushed behind him in a blink of an eye. Ajie shoved Jiang Ting heavily, and at the same time rolled on the spot and rushed out a few meters, the bullet flew against his heel and sent a stream of dust!
Jiang Ting shouted fiercely, "Be careful he has a gun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Applejack raised his hand and pulled the trigger. The bright headlights of the Cherokee became the best target in the dark, and even without aiming, the entire front window shattered!
The tires scratched the ground and made a screeching noise. Daqi drifted to a sudden stop, and stopped firmly before Jiang stopped: "Come up!"
Ajie raised his eyebrows, and saw a vigorous figure getting out of the car with a gun, it was Yan Yan.
"Fuck, life is really tough." Applejack murmured, rolled on the spot again to avoid the passing bullets, dodged and crouched beside the Land Rover, and opened the door to block him. Just listening to the loud noise of "Bang!", the bullets that were chasing after hit the door, and the thrust made half the front of the car shake violently!
"Are you okay, Team Jiang?" Yan Yan roared as he pushed towards Land Rover.
After cutting the car body, the blood on Jiang Ting's forehead gurgled down his temples, but his answer sounded very calm: "Don't worry about me, pay attention to the bullets! His gun is a Beretta M92!"
Yan Yan: "Oh, I'll go."
Beretta M92, double-column magazine, with a maximum capacity of 15 rounds and an effective range of 50 meters; the enlarged trigger guard is specially designed for shooting with gloves, and is the favorite of the US military, terrorists and professional killers.
Compared with the pistols issued by the city bureau, it is simply bullying.
Yan Xun held the gun in both hands and moved forward at a rapid pace. Every time Ajie emerged from behind the door, he fired a shot, forcing the other side to be unable to shoot, and the warhead hit the metal door with sparks. In an instant, the bullets lit up, Yan Xun had already advanced to the back of the Land Rover, threw the empty gun, and jumped straight onto the roof of the car, rolling cleanly.
Without a word, Ajie raised his gun and fired a burst of bullets at the roof of the car!
bang bang bang —
The 9mm bullet of the M92 almost bit Yan Yan's body and swiped, leaving an arc of bullet marks on the roof of the car. In the smoke of gunpowder, Yan Yan rolled over and fell to the ground, grabbing Ajie's gun-wielding hand, the two of them scuffled together in a flash of fire, and M92 suddenly caught fire!
Jiang Ting's pupils suddenly widened.
In the distance, Han Xiaomei roared, "Yan Fu—"
As soon as the words fell, Yan Xun slammed the M92 into the air, and the military gun spun in an arc and landed!
"Is this right, buddy." Yan Yan twisted Ajie tightly, and said in a stalemate, "A fight is a fight, why don't you shoot anything, how hurt your feelings?"
Ajie finally pushed him away with his body, and the two of them retreated a few steps at the same time, staring at each other.
"Since it's you, there's no need for me to keep my hands." Ajakara twisted her neck and said coldly, "Prepare to die."
Yan Yan sneered: "Since it's me, who might die?"
The last word landed, Ajie's fist style was already in front of him, and Yan Yan blocked it with one hand, and then the whip leg swept his cheek, and the two instantly scuffled together!
In fact, if strictly compared, Ajie is the one who received professional professional training, while Yan Yan has been in the boxing gym and the "gang" since childhood, fighting with people copying knives, and being escorted to the police station every three days. Lu Zi did not systematically learn fighting and fighting until he entered the police academy at the age of eighteen.
But the wild way has the advantage of the wild way, and the fight is more brutal, more ruthless, and more bandit. Ajie was about to give him an over-the-shoulder fall when he held Yan Xun's arm, but at the moment when he was in the air, Yan Xie's knees hooked Ajie's neck, and both fell to the ground at the same time. Smash!
There was a rush of broken glass all over the sky, splashing rustling all over their faces. Ajie spit out a mouthful of glass scum, and was about to get up when he saw a blackness in front of his head, and his throat was locked by a giant force—it was Yan Yan who was lying behind and locked his neck with his legs, forcibly pushing him back to the ground!
"Damn..." Applejack scolded, unable to move from the neck to the upper body at all, so he tried his best to reach out to hook the M92 on the ground.
Seeing his fingers approaching the handle of the gun inch by inch, how could Yan Xun let him reach it, kicked hard with both feet, and immediately got up and rushed towards the M92, trying to hold the gun in his hand first.
At this moment, Applejack was kicked so that he slid flat to the bottom of the Land Rover. But he was quite a tough man. He grabbed the car door full of holes in an instant, got up and jumped with strength, and grabbed Yan Yan just before he caught the gun. Without saying a word, he kicked the M92 out with one kick!
"Isn't it about using a gun to hurt your feelings?" Ajie laughed, hugging Yan Yan and lifting it up, only to hear a boom! A huge earthquake came, and Yan Yan was smashed on the roof of the car!
The few remaining car windows, which were already in jeopardy, finally couldn't hold it any longer, and exploded into slag in all directions.
Han Xiaomei's shout was sharp and tone-shifting: "—Yan Fu!!"
Ajie's mouth was full of blood cut from the glass, he wiped it carelessly, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Ting standing in front of Daqie's car not far away.
Looking at each other for a moment, Ajie's eyes showed a smile, with teasing and pure male show off, silently spit out two words: "Look."
Immediately, he twisted his wrist at will, and was just about to turn around to give a fatal blow, and suddenly bang! With a sound, the whole person was smashed into the car window by the scissors feet that fell from the sky!
"What kind of feelings do you have with a death row prisoner?" Yan Yan got up from the roof of the car: "Don't you see that you are worthy?"
Yan Yan jumped out of the car wrapped in anger, grabbed Ajie by the back collar, and lifted his head out of the car window with the sound of countless pieces of broken glass, followed by another brazen bump!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom! !
Ajie didn't say a word, his head was covered in blood, but he hugged Yan Yan and pushed it back. Seven or eight steps in a row, he slammed into the highway guardrail again and again!
The two of them together weighed more than 300 pounds, and the terrifying impact force caused by the inertial acceleration caused the metal guardrail to dent visible to the naked eye. In an instant, Yan Xun's entire back was in severe pain, as if even his back ribs were broken, so he tried to dodge to avoid it. Ajie slammed his leg on his original position, and the force of his leg weighing several hundred kilograms knocked the metal guardrail out of place on the spot. pit!
Yan Yan gritted his teeth and twisted Ajie, even with a grim expression on his face, he continuously elbowed his cervical vertebrae fiercely, and a terrifying gurgling sound came from his bones.
When two men with an average height of nearly 1.9 meters, strong and evenly matched, they were like two undead tigers. The ground was punched out of the earth by fists that stuck to the ears, and the Land Rover headlights were kicked to shreds Glass rubble was pouring into the sky. Ajie bent down suddenly to avoid Yan Yan's heavy kick, got up and grabbed the Land Rover's already sloping roof, propped up the vertical jump with one hand, and fell to the co-pilot on the other side in a blink of an eye. He grabbed the black sniper rifle case from the car window and swept away Yan Yan's face!
"Bah!" Yan Yan spat out blood on the spot with fragments of teeth, immediately caught the metal gun case, and threw it away, kicking Ajie in the chest until he vomited blood and flew several meters away!
Clang!
Applejack slammed into the guardrail, and scattered dust and masonry on the side of the road splattered all over his body.
"..." Ajie put his hands on the ground, slowly got up, and Kara moved her lower shoulders, staring straight at Yan Yan.
His brow bone and the bridge of his nose are tall, because the forehead and around the eye socket are full of blood, so his eyes are particularly cold and rebellious, and he slowly said: "It seems that I should kill you."
Yan Yan was also panting, his nose was full of hot air with a smell of rust, and half of the corners of his mouth twitched when he heard the words.
That smile was cold and bloody, and with such an expression, he raised his hand and hooked his index finger.
"Looking for death," Applejack scolded, and just stepped forward, suddenly—
boom!
The loud noise shook the night, and everyone looked at the sound at the same time.
"Stop." Jiang Ting's muzzle pointed at the sky turned to Ajie, and the M92 still exuded smoke of gunpowder: "One more step and I'll shoot."
Just now, the gun was kicked away by Yan Xun and fell into the wilderness behind the guardrail. In the dark, no one noticed when Jiang Ting picked it up, and no one noticed that his hand holding the gun was unstable. .
Only Ajay.
The scene was still in a stalemate. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Ting's cold, bloodless face, as if he had pierced through the ice-covered handsome face, and saw something hidden, painful and unknown in the depths. .
"Shoot," Applejack blinked and laughed, "Aren't you good at shooting? Come on, shoot me like you killed Rivet."
-rivet.
Yan Yan's eyelids twitched heavily and glanced at Jiang Zing.
Like a forbidden spell breaking through the ice, Jiang Ting stood there straight, but his soul seemed to crash into the freezing cold water.
The undercurrent rushed in with malicious memories, wrapped around the body, and then circled behind him, whispering in his ear like a demon: "Do you want to go out?"
A darkened prison cell.
"Want to regain your freedom?"
The ray of light in the crack of the window shone on the figure in the corner of the wall.
"That man is the undercover police officer codenamed Rivet..."
He struggled to back up, but someone restrained him from behind and forced the gun into his hand
"There's only one bullet in the gun, undercover or yourself." The voice in the nightmare smiled and said, "You have to make the right choice."
Jiang Ting's chest heaved up and down, but he couldn't tell whether his hoarse breath came from a dream or reality.
—I must live, he thought in a trance.
My brothers are dead and I have to live to avenge them; everyone thinks I'm an insider and I have to live to get rid of the stigma... I can't die.
but.
but-
Jiang Ting stood upright in the wilderness, cold sweat soaking through his temples, slowly converging along his cheeks to the tip of his chin. He saw his hand holding the gun lifted up, but with all his strength, he couldn't avoid the fact that had happened in the nightmare, he could only close his eyes with trembling, and the next moment his index finger twitched—
boom!