When the retina gradually adapted to the dark environment, the outlines of various objects began to emerge in front of them with the faint moonlight shining through the window.
This feels really bad, as if he has become a prey, always on guard for the cold arrows shot by the hunter from the darkness, Leo thought vigilantly and unhappily. He wanted to kill it probably because of the same feeling—in a sense, they were all hunters originally.
As he walked down the stairs on the third floor, Leo accidentally kicked a dark object, probably the empty drink cans thrown by the two murder suspects, and made a creak.
Damn it! The moment this thought flashed through his mind, he curled his body into a ball and rolled down the stairs. The wound on the back waist was painful to death on the steps, but he still felt grateful, because a series of bullets hit the sound immediately, accompanied by the loud noise that echoed in the confined space, the tongue of fire gleamed very dazzlingly in the gloom.
The final shot at the back then pulled the trigger towards the fire and fired five rounds one after another.
The gunshots and flames disappeared suddenly. Leo climbed behind a human statue in the corner of the stairs, guessing if the cavalry had been shot. From the gunshots just now, he heard that the other party should be using the MP5 of H&K. It has high firepower, high rate of fire, high precision, and rapid loading. It can completely suppress firepower with a pistol. It is a very suitable Distance combat) submachine gun. As a retired soldier, the cavalry is really handy in the use of firearms. According to different shooting needs, he has changed at least five guns before and after: pistols, sniper rifles, ordinary rifles, carbines, and submachine guns. He is really a firearms fanatic.
There was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Leo guessed that the cavalry was still alive and might have been injured, otherwise he would have fired at the killing. And the few seconds he missed the counterattack were enough to move away.
The smoke-smelling air seemed to be solidified by glue, and both sides hid in secret to watch and calculate, like beasts in the jungle desperately in need of predation, looking for the most suitable mobile phone meeting.
Leo adjusted his breathing as lightly and slowly as possible, his fingers touched the small bag at the waist of the CQB combat uniform—the miniature offensive grenade in the left bag had been used up, and there was a cylindrical hard object in the right bag. He immediately remembered that it was a flash bomb. As a tactical aid, the police often use it when rescuing hostages. He had put a spare on his body when he changed his outfit.
Low-light night vision... Great, I hope that the other party can't afford the third-generation high-end goods (Note: the first and second-generation night vision devices do not have a strong light protection function). Leo opened the safety tab, pressed the reed, and shouted in Chinese: "Close your eyes!" Then the flash bomb rolled off the floor.
This yell immediately evoked a series of firepower, bullets shot on the statue and the wall with a creak, sawdust and brick dust splashed all over, Leo tried hard to shrink behind the statue, buried his head in his arms and closed his eyes.
After 2.5 seconds, a cloud of bright white light enveloped the entire room, as if exploding a mushroom cloud that swallowed darkness, and all tangible things melted in the vast white light and turned into nothingness.
There were a few noises somewhere in the corridor, as if something fell to the ground in a panic. Leo guessed that the cavalry had turned off the night vision goggles. After the glare disappeared, he rolled out from behind the bullet-scarred statue and found another hidden object. The ensuing bullet rain blasted the entire corner of the stairs.
Blindly fired. It seems that the cavalry has been blinded by the flash, unable to recover his eyesight for a while.
A pistol bullet shot down diagonally from above, striking sparks on the MP5 gun shell very cleverly, and shook the submachine gun in the cavalry hand. The second bullet hit his right leg immediately, exposing a cloud of blood.
"Enough, finish!" Leo shouted in Chinese, rushing towards the groaning cavalry, and quickly took out a pair of carbonized steel handcuffs, folded his right hand back from the top of his shoulder, and pressed his left hand on his back, obliquely handcuffed. Together.
He leaped down holding the handrail of the stairs, and the barrel of the Beretta M9 pointed directly at the cavalry's forehead: "He is more than guilty!"
"He's been arrested!" Leo pointed the pistol to the finish, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be impulsive, don't do stupid things, finish, don't forget our agreement!"
He held the gun motionlessly without any expression on his face. After a long time, he closed his eyes vigorously, as if he had made some decision, then slowly lowered his arm and said in a low voice, "Well, now he is yours."
Leo still stared at him warily.
He sneered at his gun: "You can shoot, and you won't have to chase me anymore. Don't worry, there is no law that will prosecute you for crossing the river and breaking the bridge."
Leo tasted a guilty conscience for a while and hesitated, "I can't just watch you run away. Come back with me and surrender. I will testify for your meritorious deeds. On the judge's side, I promise to persuade him to reduce his sentence as appropriate."
Against the black and cold muzzle, he slowly approached him, "Either put it down or shoot."
The calm and indifferent tone made Leo take a half step back unconsciously, and slightly pressed the index finger on the trigger, "Don't force me, kill, I don't want to kill you."
"Really, then you think I should stay in jail for the rest of my life, wearing poor livery, eating bad food, grabbing bunks, toilets and shower heads with a group of ghosts and monsters, and fighting to defend the chrysanthemum from time to time— You think I have to live this kind of life, don't you?"
No, this is not my intention! Leo looked at the young man in front of him, feeling an indescribable pain of contradiction. At this moment, the eyes are rational and peaceful, and the gestures are coordinated and elegant. They look so upright and upright, as if they are born to stand in the warm sunshine and enjoy the beautiful things such as freedom and happiness, not with those dirty things. Dirty and muddy society has something to do with the dark side-why is he a serial murderer? There are so many paths to choose from in life, why do we have to embark on a wrong path without a future
"... A person must be responsible for what he has done. We are all the same. No one can do whatever he wants." The black-haired federal agent said softly. "The purpose of setting up a prison is not to destroy some people's lives, but to Instead of the broken chain, restrain the beast in his heart until it is completely deterred."
"Everyone has beasts in their hearts, agents, and you have them too." He stretched out an index finger and pointed it at his heart.
"Yes, but unlike you, I will always use the iron chain of law and morality to lock it tightly in the cage."
"It's not as easy as you think, agent, things are always changing, and often beyond your control..."
The sharp fingertips slowly swept down the front of the combat uniform, crossed the abdomen, and slid down the waist... This was very abrupt and impolite. Leo subconsciously wanted to wave his hand, but a certain weird and sticky atmosphere was Sticking to his limbs, it made him feel like a bug wrapped in pine resin, breathless, unable to struggle...
The fingertips stopped on his thigh, and he said: "You were shot, here."
Leo suddenly woke up from a dream, and looked down. There was indeed a bleeding bullet hole on his left leg. Strangely, he didn't feel any pain. Perhaps it was because he was hurting all over his body, and the pain was too severe, and this injury was nothing.
He tore through the black cloth and took out a miniature flashlight to take a photo. A round hole-shaped gunshot wound appeared in front of his eyes.
Leo said: "It's a ricochet, it's not deep into the flesh, it's okay."
"But the wound must be dealt with in time." He handed him the micro flashlight, "Take this. I want to get the bullet out."
"Dig with the tip of a knife?"
"I only have a three-sided military thorn. As you know, the steel is mixed with arsenic, and the wounds that have been touched are difficult to heal. I have a better way." It followed a certain pattern, and then squeezed in Leo's muffled sound, and the tail of the bullet slightly drilled into the blood. He tried to pinch it with his fingertips, but slid away, and made a move that Leo hadn't expected.
This happened so quickly that Leo didn't even have time to react-he bury his face in the base of his leg, gently bit the bullet with his teeth, and quickly pulled it out. When he lifted his face, the bloody and deformed bullet was still between his lips. Under the black hair, his face was shiny white in the flashlight light, and the blood on his lips was shockingly red. When a pair of dark eyes looked up from the bottom, Leo took a cold breath and held his breath.
The bullet "ding" landed on the concrete floor with a very light and crisp sound, but Leo seemed to be hit by it again, like a mirror, cracking from the center to all directions, and shattered sharply.
His eyes were open, his brain was blank, and the center of the blank was a turbulent iridescent, throbbing fragrance. He didn't even see it, his face was slowly approaching, and then he kissed him.
I don't know who touched who first, and the salty blood spread, it was as hot as it was about to burn the tip of the tongue, and it was so sweet that it was so sweet to sigh.
This is not right... Leo thought vaguely, but he couldn't stop now.
And the person he was kissing didn't seem to want to stop at all, and supported the edge of his cheek with his palm, in order to stabilize the broken bone, or to go deeper.
They tasted each other's taste and exchanged each other's breath, there was a kind of shock and fit of flesh and blood and soul, which felt both excited and peaceful.
On the floor near their feet, the cavalry was cuffed with both hands, bleeding and panting. The feeling of blindness drove him crazy, but no one cared about his pain, and the world was desperate.
After an unknown period of time, he heard the whispers of two other people again, in a foreign language that he could not understand at all.
"... What did you eat for me?" Leo covered his throat, and a chubby little thing just slipped from there.
"A capsule for you to take a short break. I don't want to see you in a dilemma." He smiled slightly, and the corners of his lips were still red with blood. "More importantly, if you run away in front of your eyes, I think you are still Will shoot."
"Correct judgment." Leo felt his eyelids start to become sore, and he fell heavily. He tried to open his eyelids, his face was not irritated by the calculation, "Did you count this too?" He lifted his wrist laboriously.
His eyes widened in surprise: A pair of steel handcuffs fastened his left wrist to the other's right wrist. Rio! When did he do it
"It's a pity that the key was lost in the battle. It's black and messy here. It's estimated that you will have to wait until dawn to find it. In addition, the phone you gave me has automatically turned on, so you can help me get the bullet. At the time, I put my hand behind my back and dialed the office line, a number that only I know. They will track down the cell phone signal, even if it is encrypted, it can be cracked. At most an hour, a large number of police will come here, and you can’t run away. Now..." Leo's voice became lower and lower, and finally lowered his head.
He looked at him blankly and smiled bitterly. He thought he had a back hand, but after all, he was put by the FBI.
"... Do you think I won't cut your wrist?" He threatened the sleepy black-haired agent sharply. Obviously, there will be no response from the other party.
In fact, Leo didn't need to tell him about the mobile phone. When the roaring police car surrounded the whole building, maybe he was still dragging the opponent's body to crawl around in the dark corridor to find the key. Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled again.
He bowed his head, kissed his wet, dusty and gunpowder hair, and said softly, "Goodbye, young and brave lion."
Then, he gritted his teeth violently, squeezed the joint of the thumb of his left hand back, and made a cracking sound like a crack. Enduring the pain in his heart, he withdrew his hand from the steel handcuffs, and then broke the dislocated thumb joint back.
He drew the pistol and pointed it at the back of the cavalry's head on the floor. After thinking about it, he retracted the gun again. He didn't want to do this when Leo was unconscious.
He turned and left quickly, and the dead figure sank into darkness in an instant.
Leo was awakened by the constant screams, opened his eyelids, and focused his dim eyes on a familiar face. "Rob..." he said hoarsely, "your face is as ugly as a hangover after an all-night party."
"I haven't slept for a fucking moment!" The brown-haired and green-eyed agent almost distorted his facial features, and his irritated tone was hidden with unconcealed concern. The flag is still a long time away."
"Have you caught him?"
"Oh, yes. One death and one injury, it seems I still underestimated your skills, Leo."
The previous sentence made Leo's heart beat, and then he reacted. Rob was referring to the demon lord Ellan and the cavalry. "... How about finishing?" He asked hesitantly and eagerly.
"Finish? He appeared? Have you played against him?" Rob asked in surprise.
Leo raised his right wrist, only to find that the other end of the handcuffs was hanging empty. Rob's eyes widened: "God, you caught him and handcuffed him to yourself? Then he ran away again? Did he stun you? Did you see what he looked like?"
"... A word is hard to say," Leo replied.
"Let's go, let's go back and talk." Rob wanted to help him stand up. Probably because of the tragic appearance of gauze hanging half of his arm, an FBI next to him immediately took over his work.
The cavalry's hands were still slanted in pain and handcuffed behind his back. They were held by two policemen from left to right, dragging their injured right leg out of the building. Leo looked back and saw that this desolate and gloomy building was like a ghost's remaining consciousness, flaring its teeth and claws in the night. Two lines of Gothic characters are engraved on the cornerstone of the outer wall of the gate, which is faintly visible in the light of the car lights. He read it word by word.
"I can't help but kill, like a poet, when I get inspired, I can't help but sing."
This is the life creed of murdering the original owner of the castle, a declaration of victory for a schizophrenic serial killer.
"Damn..." Leo murmured.
"No, these serial murderers are all perverts that are worthy of death!" Rob agreed, and at the same time glanced hatefully at the cavalry who was about to escort into the car. Well, I can't wait to blast his head with a shot!"
Before he finished his words, the cavalry's head suddenly exploded, like an egg exploded in a microwave oven, with red blood and white brains spraying the policeman's face next to him.
Then a low gunshot came.
"Sniper!" Someone screamed, and the police looked for the nearest concealment. A team of FBI commandos quickly flashed into the shadows and ran towards the sighted sniper spot.
Rob struggled to drag Leo into the car and pressed it under the rear seat, looking like he was afraid that he would charge into the battle, "You are a wounded, you are not allowed to be a hero!"
Leo allowed his partner to carry him, and he was not surprised by the ending. From the moment he discovered that he had escaped, he predicted the fate of the cavalry, and now, the troubles have come true.
That man is a serial murderer, doing his own way and doing whatever he wants. He should have kept this in mind long ago, instead of waiting until the bloody truth splattered in front of his eyes again before regretting that he did not decisively pull the trigger at the time.
As for the inexplicable kiss... it was a mistake, it was a sequelae of excessive adrenaline secretion, just like the irrational behavior that people often make when facing death-he must completely forget it.
But now, he is very tired, too tired to lift the energy of the whole world. He needs a deathly sleep-sleep without blood and dreams.