Killing is quietly hidden in the dark.
In his view, darkness is a reliable ally, of course, sometimes it will turn to each other and become a dangerous boost, depending on whether you have enough powerful abilities. Just as he has always believed that there are only two types of people in the world-hunters and prey, the boundary between the two is not so clear, because you may be prey all your life, but it is difficult to be a prey forever. This is often the case. The world is like a huge coin that is thrown in the air and spins crazily. The front and back are just relative to the top.
Now, he was thinking in the dark, next he would stand on the upside or downside.
After discovering that there is a problem with the lighting system, his prey will definitely come down to the power distribution room to check what is wrong with the generator, one or two-he hopes there will be only one. Given that the cavalry is injured, the devil is more likely . He must solve the former black market boxer as soon as possible before another person becomes suspicious.
He didn't wait long. About seven or eight minutes later, the iron door of the power distribution room was opened, and a column of white light shone in. After scanning left and right, Ellen walked in. He holds a flashlight in one hand, and his love knife "Mad Dog" in the other. He wears a FN57 around his waist, his steps are full of alert and ready to go.
After carefully inspecting the room, Ellen walked to the generator and squatted down to check, and found that a spiral cable was broken, which looked like he had been visited by a rodent. "Damn mouse!" He scolded, looking for a new cable.
During this period, Daqing kept hiding in the darkness, watching him gradually lower his vigilance, and inserted the "mad dog" into the side pocket of his leg in order to replace the cable.
Until the moment the light was suddenly bright, the sudden excitement from the dark to the strong light made Elan squinted his eyes—just at this moment!
A gray-white lightning tore the air silently, leaving only a straight and slender afterimage on the retina, so vicious and decisive, like the fatal bite of a poisonous snake.
This bite almost hit Elan’s key point—if he hadn’t been tempered from the hellish Siberian training camp, his extremely sensitive and instinctive response to dangerous killings caused him to twist when he was about to be touched by the fingertips of death. After taking a look at his body, he had already plunged into the real hell with the blood hole pierced by his back and chest.
As a result, his arm took the place of the heart and suffered this blow.
The prismatic sharp blade pierced his upper left arm, and the three-sided blood trough introduced air while bleeding, and when it was pulled out, it was not sucked by the contracted muscles like a normal knife, and it was as easy as pulling a chopstick out of butter.
The blood gushes out like a fountain. Ellan yelled, pulled out the "mad dog" on the side of his leg, and blocked the blade in the opponent's hand when the next blow came.
Sparks burst, and two world-leading war knives were hit by a huge mutual force. Ellen also took the opportunity to see the appearance of the attacker clearly. "Triangular army thorn!" He clutched the bleeding wound, and roared like a beast at the black-haired and black-eyed man in front of him: "Chinese! I hate Chinese people most!"
I saw him rushing over like an angry rhino, with a powerful force, smashing into his temple like a strong sweeping and kicking iron axe, with amazing speed and strength.
No one can live healthy and sound after suffering from this leg, and death due to severe brain damage is inevitable. He had to evade his sharp edge, and dodge left and right in the swipe and kick of the opponent's pressing one after another.
Black market fighting skills are actually very monotonous, with legs accounting for more than 90%. The top fighters' nirvana is almost all leg skills, and they can launch deadly attacks from most angles and positions, and they rarely fight in close quarters. But it is these sweep kicks, side kicks, and air kicks. The more direct the more powerful they are. As long as they are pressed firmly, they will definitely break bones or even craniocerebral hemorrhage.
And the final fighting style is closer to small and clever grappling, through close attacks on the joints, acupoints and vital parts of the human body, causing severe pain in the opponent's body and loss of combat effectiveness. Two people can collide with each other like two tanks, stronger than anyone else's body.
The unequal size and strength have resulted in skills being suppressed to the smallest weight.
The title of "Devil" is not a mere name. Ellen's anti-strike ability is almost inhumane. But his heart is very clear, with his physique, as long as he is hit by the opponent once, it is enough to lose half his life.
The other party can make mistakes and expose flaws, but he can't relax.
This is the hardest fight he has ever experienced.
When the opponent screamed in pain due to the taste of reverse joints, split tendons and bones, and acupuncture and truncation of veins, he also suffered several blows and kicks due to lack of physical strength, causing a large number of soft tissue contusions, arms and calves cracked, and almost broken. A whole row of ribs.
The cold sweat soaked his back and dyed the dark gray cloth black. His breathing gradually became shallower. He heard the sound of heart beating in his ears, and his eyes were dark and dizzy. He knew that this was a symptom of short-term collapse after strenuous exercise.
And the strong white man on the opposite side, amidst the screams of pain and sorrow, still rushed over like an old-fashioned locomotive that refused to scrap.
The calm consciousness told him to dodge, but his weak body was seriously dragging his legs back, panting and reluctantly turning sideways. Suddenly, he saw a fierce burning flame, the size of a basketball, and it dashed through the air with the sound of the wind, and smashed towards Ellan. Between the chest and abdomen.
The flames brought fear of pain, bursting from the burn scar on the entire right arm, and instantly swept through Elan's brain-fire! Burn! Severe pain! die! The tongue of fire engulfed him, swallowed him, hell cracked an abyss, he struggled to fall, plunged into the boiling magma...
If his psychologist was present, he would tell him that the hallucinations at the moment were actually a post-traumatic stress disorder, but unfortunately, he never had the opportunity to visit the psychologist again.
A black figure formed a straight line in the air, rotating 360 degrees at a fast speed, and its long legs slashed towards Elan's face—a perfect spinner turned into the air to kick! Blood spray mixed with broken teeth, Ellen staggered back and hit the heavy iron frame full of debris on his back.
The black shadow rushed forward, leaping up like flying over a wall, pressing his left foot on his chest, and hitting his jaw with the tip of his right boot. Amidst the vomiting blood and the clear sound of fractures, the dark figure took advantage of the force to flip back for a week.
Ellen was knocked to the ground by these two series of heavy kicks.
As soon as the needle was inserted, he lifted his body and jumped up, bending his arm with a sharp elbow, and carrying his whole body weight into his temple.
Ellen, who was under his body, twitched sharply. From his nose, corners of his mouth and ear holes, dark red blood gurgled out, "An, Dong..." He squeezed two syllables from his throat with difficulty, with pale yellow eyes. Zhong was full of unbelievable despair, and then the hideous and desperate eyes were frozen on his face like this.
The nerve to kill was still tense. Facing such a monster-like opponent, he dared not to be careless, clasping the opponent's head with both hands and twisting it back. With a crisp sound, Ellen's head twisted to a position that would never be reached under normal circumstances-facing her back, her cervical spine had been completely broken off.
The scene in this scene looks familiar... The Federal agent who fell to the ground was shocked to remember that the mounted patrolman on night duty also had his cervical spine twisted in the same way...
The "Devil" Elan, who is good at kicking people's heads and breaking others' necks, was finally kicked and broken his neck.
Is this an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Leo stared blankly at the completion. This serial killer, whose mission is to kill the serial killer, is sitting on the dead prey, slowly calming his breath and regaining his strength.
After a while, he stood up, picked up a blood-stained Type 56 triangular army thorn, and put it in his sleeve. Then he walked in front of Leo and reached out to help him up, "Although you did not listen to persuasion, I was very upset by the behavior of running back without permission, but thank you... You also saved me once, and we are even."
"You killed him." Leo said, his somber tone seemed to narrate a chilling fact.
Shaqing smiled at him: "It's us. You see, the fact is that you are a law enforcement officer, and you are not guilty of murder, but I am guilty of killing without a uniform. The law is such a bitch, putting on clothes. One cheek, take off her clothes, and another cheek. Whoever treats her as a goddess is stupid."
Leo's lips were pressed tightly, his face was as cold as dripping ice.
The bell suddenly rang in the dead man's pocket, and he bent over and took out Ellen's phone, glanced at the name displayed on the screen, and pressed the answer button. When he spoke, it was exactly Elan’s voice, with a clear Hebrew accent: "... It’s okay, the cable is broken. Hasn’t it been repaired? It’s a fucking mess, it’s a trivial matter. Ask... You, the cavalry, are waiting for Lao Tzu to kick your ass!"
He pressed the hang-up button hard, turned his head to look at Leo's thoughtful eyes, and sighed, "I don't think it's possible to tell you to leave now. So, go and fuck him together?"
Leo hesitated and said solemnly: "He must accept the public's trial and pay the price for the crimes he committed. He wants to repent and redeem his sins instead of dying without pain by a bullet."
"Ah, it's so beautiful. All in all, it is to tell me not to kill him, so that you can handcuff him, and then lead him to court like walking a dog, right?" He cast his lips mockingly, "You really think it's a desperate." Will the disciples obediently get caught?"
"If he realizes that he has nowhere but to surrender, I will not allow you to kill."
"What if he stubbornly resists?" asked as if he was defiantly provocative.
Leo replied blankly: "Kill him."
"Excellent, I think we can reach a temporary united front," said with a final smile, "In other words, I am safe for the time being. Don't worry about you poking my back with a barrel and calling it'Freeze'. Right?"
"Before I caught the cavalry, yes." The federal agent promised cautiously.
He pulled out the FN57 from Elan’s waist, opened the barrel and looked at it and handed it to him: “Take it, it’s better than the Glock sent by the government. Regardless of its power, penetrating power or capacity, the bullet is still The military version can wear standard police bulletproof vests. By the way, do you know what the gangster calls this thing?" He paused, a little grin evoked at the corner of his mouth: "—'Police Killer'."
The black-haired agent held the handle of the gun and said coldly: "Of course, two of my colleagues died under this gun."
In his cold eyes, the final smile converged, and he returned to Elan's corpse and cut off his right thumb with a knife, then turned and walked out of the power distribution room.
Leo silently walked three meters behind him, and the two of them didn't talk a word on the way.
They touched the top floor and came to a closed all-metal gate with a fingerprint code lock button area beside the door. He took out some fluorescent powder from the secret pocket and sprinkled it on the keyboard, took a photo with an ultraviolet pen, and the six keys stained with skin residue were clearly visible, and then plugged in the pocket decoder, and it was solved in a few seconds. He pressed Ellen's severed finger on the scanning screen, and the door slid open on both sides.
The two retreated to both sides of the door to hide at the same time, staring at the wide hall inside. He pulled out a Beretta M9 from under his ribs, held the gun in his left hand, and covered his head in a bowl shape with the palm of his right hand facing down. He glanced at Leo.
SWAT sign language, "cover me". Leo nodded at him clearly.
The two of them walked into the room silently, relying on various shelters one after another.
They searched the entire room on guard, but did not find the cavalry. In front of the window with white screen curtains, there is a half-played chess game on the marble table, and the black and white battle is over. The white knight on F5 was eaten by the black soldier. The gray-colored human bone chess piece is now insidiously standing next to the center line of the chessboard, as if expecting the hand that will win in this round of competition, and send it to the target. A feast of blood on his corpse.
Leo stared at the chess piece in disgust, like a cockroach shaking its tentacles on the kitchen counter. The two previous times, he was so close to the bone knight who symbolized death that he still felt the urgency of escaping from death when he saw it. This emotion made him frowned in dissatisfaction.
Someone shook his shoulder lightly, with a sense of relief and encouragement. Leo turned his head to look at the handsome and false face of Qing Qing, and for the first time he found a soft warmth in his dark eyes, although it was fleeting like an illusion.
Leo suddenly had a feeling that he knew this serial killer who had been hunting for a whole year—yes, he knew him, not from simulated portraits, psychological profiles, not in anxious dreams, or full of office A wall of photos and text. He has appeared in his life, perhaps the person who was in the front line when buying lunch; perhaps the person who smiled and apologized when a bustling street was accidentally scratched; or he was the person who crossed his side and accosted a few words during morning exercises...
He thought he must have seen this man somewhere, and even had some contact with him to some extent, but he had no idea at all at the moment.
Perhaps this is the so-called "immediate sense of sight." Sometimes people don’t need real memories at all. The brain naturally creates a familiar feeling, which makes you feel like you’ve seen deja vu before reappearing, and makes a couple of men and women you have never met The previous life Yuanmeng will continue in this life.
Finished, where have we seen...
He fell into a trance for a moment, until he was awakened by a low voice in his ear: "Wake up, Leo, you can't be in a daze here, we have to find the cavalry quickly."
Leo suddenly woke up, a feeling of shame came to his heart, he actually drove off at such a critical juncture. In order to conceal his uncomfortable expression, he turned his head to find his seized equipment from the bag under the table, and put them back one by one. "Do you think he escaped?" he asked casually.
"I didn't reveal any flaws in the previous call. He shouldn't find it." He hesitated for a while, obviously he couldn't be 100% sure. He thought for a while and said, "There is another possibility. He will go downstairs to check the prisoners. Soon he will find the room is empty. I think he will be very angry and will call the devil's cell phone. Of course, there is no mobile communication company in hell—" he Glancing at the black-haired agent, it clearly reads in his eyes: We have lost the opportunity.
At this moment, the light suddenly went out.
The sudden darkness seemed to be faintly audible even with breathing and heartbeat. The two reflexively hid behind the nearest shelter, and loaded their gripped pistol bullets.
"He turned off the generator?" Leo asked in a low voice.
"No, I think I just turned off the lighting." Shaqing said, "He knows the old man well, and maybe night vision. Now we have to deal with not only a ground snake hiding in the dark with a cold gun, but also a maze-like complex The terrain, and a bunch of ancient killing organs. It's really good luck."
"We can't stay here, he will guess after seeing Elan's severed finger. Let's go down." Leo said.
"Go down with black eyes? Damn it."
"You can also turn on the miniature flashlight and wait until I'm far enough away from you."
"Oh, agent, you are more insidious than I thought. Do you want to use me as cannon fodder to attract enemy firepower, and then take advantage of the fisherman's profit?"
"If that happens, today will really be my lucky day."
"Fuck you!"
"If your gender is false, I will consider whether or not to accept it." Leo finished without thinking, he was taken aback, his face was inexplicably hot. Fortunately, the darkness concealed all traces.
"...Smelly hooligan!" It was a woman's voice that scolded him, young, delicate, and whimpering.
Leo almost laughed: The talent for imitation of various human voices is too powerful.
Talking in just a few tens of seconds eliminated a lot of the discomfort and tension of sudden blindness, and the two closed their mouths at the same time. Based on the impression of the whole room when they came, they slowly touched the door.