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A strong man with flesh all over his body was lying on a worn-out reclining chair and slowly flipping through a novel. A centipede stabbed on his chest squirmed up and down with his breathing, as if it was alive.
Zajad
A dazzling star that has emerged as a terrorist in recent years, he has launched terrorist attacks in various states many times. His behavior style is unpredictable and unpredictable, and his killing methods are extremely cruel. Even some terrorists cannot accept his cruelty. .
Such a character naturally has his own uniqueness and a group of best friends, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become famous in just a dozen years.
This time I came to Korea because Feixin, the most popular twin girl band in Asia, held a concert tour in Korea. The theme happened to be against terrorism and advocating world unity.
Not only are these sisters beautiful and good at singing, but they also have no negative scandals. In just three years since their debut, they have become the top divas in Asia.
The popularity is so high, although it cannot be said that it is as high as ninety-nine or as low as just walking, but it still kills teenagers and uncles, lolita and royal sisters in this age group.
What a wonderful thing it is to perform a terrorist act for freedom at a concert against terrorism. Zajad, when you think about the people who are crazy about two little queens, when they are at their highest, a dazzling bloodshed suddenly occurs, how will they react? Two little queens, in the days to come. Do you still dare to claim to be the embodiment of justice and preach against terrorism everywhere
These two yellow-haired girls have no idea what freedom is! Zajad threw the half-drunk beer in his hand to the ground, looked up at a man handcuffed on a stone pillar not far away, and raised a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth: "I will kill you first, and then put that man Capture the two yellow-haired girls too! Let the brothers take turns to play with them, and then make a film and sell it to the whole federation to satisfy everyone's fantasy. "
Just yesterday, Zajad had to stay and wait because his concert was postponed, but he unexpectedly waited for several private detectives from the Private Detective Alliance.
Private detectives usually do more than help others catch cheaters in bed. In addition to tracking and other things, they also do other things, such as catching some terrorists or wanted criminals. Go to the Federation in exchange for high bonuses.
These five private detectives did have considerable strength. In one meal, they killed two strictly trained terrorist elites, rushed into the hall on the fifth floor, and were immediately defeated.
Private detectives have become the mortal enemies of terrorists, gangs and other gangs since I don’t know when. With the formation of the Private Eyes League. These private investigators are also becoming increasingly difficult to deal with.
Many terrorists are active. They were all destroyed by private detectives before they even started.
Zajad has a great distaste for private investigators. Every time he meets a private detective, he will try his best to catch him alive. Then they were tortured to death.
"Let me die"
The private detective's hands and feet were in the shape of hugging a stone pillar. His voice was hoarse and hoarse, and the corners of his eyes where the blood was broken and condensed, cracked and bleed again due to the beating of muscles caused by emotional excitement.
Since being captured by Zajad, the only surviving private detective has experienced the eighteen levels of hell that are only found in myths and legends while still alive.
"Li Xing, tell me your daughter's name and location, and I will let you go." Zajad patted Li Xing's face from behind, and his lower body suddenly stiffened...
Li Xing's body suddenly stiffened, and blood slowly flowed out of his mouth and eyes. He screamed and wailed many times, and his vocal cords were already torn. Even the hoarse rock music couldn't compare to the hoarseness of his voice.
Zajad pointed at the moaning woman, and whispered in Li Xing's ear: "Since you can sell your wife's location, why don't you also reveal the location of your daughter. I will definitely do this this time." Keep your word, as long as you say it, I will let you go."
"In... in... in..." Li Xing clenched his fists and made a banging sound, his whole face was distorted, and he said in a very low voice: "Class 3 of the fourth year of Seoul Elementary School, Li Liqi..."
"What?" Zajad slapped Li Xing's swollen face hard: "Louder, I can't hear you."
"Seoul Elementary School Class 3, Fourth Year, Li Liqi!" Li Xing screamed as her spirit completely collapsed.
"Oh, you called me a scumbag when you first met me. Who are you now?" Zajad took a few steps back and walked around to Li Xing: "You even sold your daughter to a scumbag, so who are you?"
Appreciating Li Xing's collapsed expression, Zajad waved his hand: "Akawi, go get his daughter and let us perform for him in front of him. Vesta, come here! Continue to greet this person. A hero’s private home…”
The lustful Zajad's eyes suddenly brightened, leaving a solid footprint on the concrete floor under his feet, and he pounced on another stone pillar like a leopard.
At the same time, seven crisp gunshots echoed in the hall. The struggling Li Xing tilted his head, and a blood flower bloomed at his temple, ending his miserable life.
The woman who died at the same time was also dead. The man on top of her, at the most critical moment, lifted her up to block the fatal shot.
The terrorist who was concentrating on playing the game was not so lucky. The bullet went directly into his temple, allowing him to take the last step of his life in the game.
The terrorist who ate chicken legs turned over and hid behind the table. He thought he had escaped a fatal blow, but he didn't expect the bullet to draw an arc in the air and, without his expectation, it directly penetrated his temple.
The other three Arab terrorists who were wiping their guns also dodged immediately, barely escaping this fatal attack.
"Good marksmanship!" Zajad couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration while hiding behind a thick stone pillar.
If he hadn't had a keen sense of smell and noticed the sudden smell of strangers in the room, the shot without warning might have ended his life.
Zajad knew very well that the first bullet fired among the seven bullets was aimed at him.
There is no killing intention, no sense of existence, and there is no smell at all. Who is here? Zajad's two thick eyebrows knitted together. If it weren't for the fact that the other person couldn't hide the smell on his body, his head would really be blooming now.
What are the backgrounds of these two people? Can you actually hide your murderous intent and presence? Zajad began to think about how many people came. Did they come with a purpose, or was it an unexpected encounter
Except for Zajad, who was completely naked, everyone else quickly drew their firearms and pointed them at the location where they had just shot. Everyone knew very well that if the person who fired the first shot had not chosen Zajad as the target but them, he would definitely become a cold corpse at this time.
Although the distance between the seven bullets is extremely short, it is enough for these people who live in tension all year round and have a good foundation in martial arts!
In particular, the shooter's second bullet hit Tatafu who was playing the game, and the third bullet attacked others. This extremely short time difference is enough!
If it's the second bullet, can you dodge it? Several terrorists had no clue. This was the first time they had seen such weird shooting skills.
Seven bullets killed two terrorists! Such achievements surprised all terrorists.
In the quiet hall, bullet casings fell to the ground and performed their final dance.
Change bullets? No one dared to stretch their head and take a look to verify whether their guess was correct. Only seven shots were fired just now, which means that if this magazine can hold ten bullets, there are still three bullets that have not been fired.
The bullet casing fell to the ground, was it luring the enemy
Zajad praised, and an unusually calm and cold reply came from the quiet hall.
"Killing, I have never done this kind of thing. I thought that the first time I killed someone, I would be so nervous that I would change my gun movements."
After a slight pause, Qin Fen's voice that seemed to be talking to himself sounded again: "It turns out that my idea was wrong. You have provided me with sufficient reasons for killing. In my eyes, you are not human at all. I I'm just shooting animals. If you are lucky enough to escape, go to the Animal Protection Association and sue me for animal cruelty."
Click...
The sound of the magazine being inserted into the gun was heard, and everyone realized that this young man was really bold enough to change bullets so calmly.
Of course, his speaking voice was erratic, and for a moment it was impossible to figure out where the voice came from and where his person was hidden.
boom!
At the same time as another gunshot was heard, the three outermost terrorists who were hiding together quickly lowered their heads subconsciously. A ball of blood burst out from the temple of the companion next to him.
"Boss! This... the flight path of this bullet seems to be an arc!"
The terrorist who was lucky enough to escape a shot simply lay down on the ground, shouting loudly.
Arc shot? Zajad's eyes suddenly lit up, and the words "Special Forces" flashed through his mind.
"Throw the gun to me!" Zajad ordered, but his body accelerated in the opposite direction from where the gun was thrown.
Make a sound in the east and attack in the west! Zajad did not want the pistol thrown by his companion at all. He just hoped that the pistol flying in the air would attract the attention of the gunman in the dark and attract the gunman to shoot the flying pistol.
Even if it's just one shot! Zajad was also confident that he could use this extremely short time difference to hide in other places with more weapons.
boom!
The gun went off! Zajad's body was about to dodge out of the stone pillar, but he was pulled back to a stop. Only by shrinking his chest and lowering his head did he save his life.
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