bang bang
With two gunshots, the man who tore off the opponent's head with his bare hands rang out before tearing off the other person's head, and he was beaten back again and again—Moretti and Feller pulled out at the same time involuntarily when the long-haired man was about to continue the murder. shot.
The long-haired man who was shot in each arm on the left and right took a few steps back, his body swayed slightly, and then he rushed towards the punks who had been frightened by this scene before— Gangster is a name for some special groups, which contains contempt or contempt, but this does not mean anything, after all, they are just for life
However, among the gangsters there is a group of so-called punks that make Moretti extremely annoying; they don't have to worry about food and clothing, but they do things deliberately and recklessly for the sake of having fun, and many things often happen; and the punks The reason why they are called punks is because of their rotten temperament that can't support the wall; when they see the weak, they will use guns to bully the weak, and when they meet the strong, they will immediately become begging for mercy
And the group of people in front of them was obviously even more unbearable. Everyone who was able to recover from the shock collapsed on the ground, and two of them had water stains on their bodies.
bang bang bang
Although Moretti hated this group of people from the bottom of his heart, as the highest government
As the captain of the special operations team of the special service department, there are some things that he obviously hates, but he still has to do them—Moretti, leaning on crutches and holding a gun with one hand, shot at the long-haired man who was rushing towards the group again. Three shots, immediately attracted the opponent's attention.
"Leave it to me here, go and drag that group of rubbish away!" Moretti pulled the trigger again while the opponent was rushing; at the same time, he did not forget to remind Ferrer, who was about to fight the enemy with him, to move away the garbage. Only the punks who are in the way: "Don't worry, although I'm injured, I'm not a soft-boiled persimmon to deal with this guy, it's enough"
As a temporary assistant, Ferrer did not hesitate, and immediately chose to believe in Moretti—compared to him who had only heard about the Dark Realm but had never been in contact with the creatures in it, he had been dealing with these existences and dealing with all kinds of things. Moretti is the expert in emergencies; although it is extremely blind to believe in experts when the situation is unclear, Ferrer did not hesitate to act out of trust in Moretti himself.
Quickly sprang out from the bushes in the green belt. Because of the overall strength, Fei Le's whole body was almost touching the ground and came in front of the frightened gangsters. He slapped each of them unceremoniously. The man shouted: "Don't you run fast?"
The pain from the face finally made the people who were paralyzed on the ground react, and with a series of meaningless wailing, they rushed out; glanced at the direction in which the people left, and Fei Le confirmed that they had After recording the other person's appearance in his mind, he immediately turned and looked at Moretti—after this incident, these people must cooperate with the investigation
Of course, some necessary education is essential, especially what happened today, they will definitely forget it abruptly—otherwise, some special existence in the Secret Service will be happy to help them forget; although Similar things happened before, and Ferrer only knew the result from Moretti's mouth; but from Moretti's expression, Ferrer can understand that the process will definitely not be memorable
Moretti's ability to move was greatly reduced after the knee was injured. After the bullets from the pistol were fired, he lost the weapon to block the opponent's advance, and his ability was difficult to activate because of the injury. He could only use the crutches in his hand to block the opponent; In just one round, the wooden crutch was smashed to pieces by the opponent's arm; and if he hadn't dodged in time, the arm that didn't stop at all would definitely smash his head like a crutch
tear up
Although Moretti dodged in time with his experience, the coat on his body was caught by the opponent's arm; Moretti didn't care about the tear of the clothes; after all, as the captain of the senior team of the Secret Service, he had a very good Welfare, it can be said that in addition to some special services need to be spent, other
The daily necessities of life are all provided by the Secret Service, and the jacket on Moretti is no exception—it's just that Moretti has never complained more about the jacket provided by the Logistics Department than now.
It's not that the clothes are not strong, but that they are too strong, so strong that when the long-haired man grabs them hard, there is only a gap, and the threads at the gap are twisted together tenaciously, without any intention of breaking —Of course, these are not important. The important thing is that Moretti, who was wearing a coat and being pulled tightly by the other party, seemed to be put on a rope and lost the last chance to distance himself
"Molletti"
With an exclamation, the gun in Ferrer's hand fired again and again, hoping to attract the opponent's attention again; however, perhaps compared with Moretti's large-caliber pistol, the standard m1911 in Ferrer's hand is really powerful. It was too small, so that the long-haired man couldn't feel the pain at all, or maybe he was reluctant to let go of the prey he got. In short, the other party didn't care about Ferrer's shooting at all.
Looking at the long-haired man who raised his palm again to Moretti, Feller couldn't help closing his eyes—at this moment, the scene of his head flying up again appeared in Feller's mind
As for Moretti
He looked at the deadly aura of the opponent's hand that was getting closer and closer, and he didn't panic too much. The expression on his face was more of a kind of helplessness—it's really unlucky! Sure enough, my name must be engraved with heroes Monument
The imaginary pain did not appear, and the screaming close at hand and the sudden loss of the clothes made Moretti roll subconsciously, and then opened his eyes to look in front of him—Spee in a worn-out denim trench coat Duo Zheng waved at him slightly
Of course, what caught his attention even more was Ye Qi beside Spedo.
"Hey, I'll leave it to you guys" Even though he had just escaped from death, Moretti still had that smile on his face, and even joked with Spedo who had just saved his life: "You know Let me, a seriously injured person, do this kind of errand, but I will be punished by God.”
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It's been raining here for another day, and the whole house feels damp, and the quilt feels damp to the touch... If it continues, Decadence feels like it's going to be moldy... But, look at the weather forecast , it will still be rainy tomorrow... What a sad reminder
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