The answer to 7-020 is fist. He was dragged away from the gun by Shi Shanyan, because he couldn't pull Shi Shanyan's arm, so he could only take out the tactical straight knife from his trouser pocket. The 6.4 cm blade is entirely forged from carbon steel, and it carries a sharp warning when it swings at Shiyama Yan.
Shi Shanyan grabbed 7-020's wrist with one hand, and removed 7-020's knife in the reverse twist. 7-020 opened his mouth, breathing hard in his throat. Shi Shanyan punched 7-020's chest and abdomen, and 7-020 almost vomited.
The watcher who was on guard at the rear rushed over quickly, Shi Shanyan released 7-020, turned around and knocked the watcher down with his elbow. 7-020, who was coughing, touched the tactical straight knife that he had removed. Shi Shanyan stepped on his hand, and then raised his foot and kicked him.
The observation hand bounced up against the strength of his waist, picked up the water bucket beside him, and smashed it towards Shi Shanyan's head. Shi Shanyan dodged, and while approaching the observer, he slapped his face with a straight fist. The observer's hand was beaten with blood in his mouth, and he tried to bend his arms to block while retreating, but Shi Shanyan's strength was so strong that he fell to the ground before he could retreat to the pillar behind.
Buckets rolled on the ground.
Shi Shanyan turned over the observation hand with his foot, and whistled at 7-020 while loading the gun.
"Don't..." 7-020 rubbed sideways on the ground, hugged his head and said, "Don't!"
Shi Shanyan fired at the observer.
The observation hand screamed in pain, curled up, hugged his legs against the ground, panting, and the blood immediately stained his pants.
In the eyes of 7-020, Shi Shanyan fired another shot at the observer.
The observation hand was so painful that he lost his voice, and both legs were useless. During his brief breath with closed eyes, he was sweating profusely, his chest heaving violently, and he couldn't even look at Shi Shanyan.
7-020's voice was hollow: "I'll fuck you..."
Shi Shanyan continued to shoot.
The observation hand was so painful that the blue veins on the forehead suddenly jumped, and he shouted at this time, followed by a painful gasp. He curled up at Shi Shanyan's feet with tears all over his face. It was an uncontrollable physiological reaction. The pain made his whole body go numb.
A good spotter is very important to a sniper. He is not only responsible for providing statistical information to the sniper, but also responsible for the sniper's rearguard. Such two-person partners are often life and death.
"I'm sorry!" 7-020 looked at Shi Shanyan and raised his hand again, clasped his head and shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He knocked on the ground with his forehead, his eyes turned red with false eyelashes, and choked out, "Brother, sorry!"
When Shi Shanyan got an apology, he smiled and replied, "It's okay."
And then killed the observer in the apology of 7-020.
* * *
Li Hu crawled under the desk on both hands and feet.
Yan Junxun squatted across from him and looked at Li Hu, expressionless in Li Hu's terrified shouting. He was a little hungry and just wanted to get this thing sorted out as soon as possible.
Li Hu moved back tremblingly, raised his hands towards Yan Junxun, and said, "I'll give you the bonus and buy my life." He didn't wait for Yan Junxun to speak, and hurriedly said, "What do you want? I'll give you all the information!"
Yan Junxun stared at Li Hu, the frame did not hold his tear mole, which made him look more mature. He threw the key card carried by Qi Shi in front of Li Hu and asked, "Remember Bai Jingqing?"
Li Hu first shook his head, then nodded quickly. He didn't dare to raise his hands and pointed, and frantically motioned Yan Junxun to look at the door with his chin: "She knows that she and Bai Jingqing are sisters!"
Li Hua was still huddled in the corner.
Yan Junxun stood up, but at the moment he stood up, he felt the rain in his ears intensified.
The pouring rain hit the glass, and the shattered rain marks were shot.
Yan Junxun looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room. It was not raining in the parking area, and it was very quiet here. But he did hear the rain, the sound lingering like a midnight ghost.
The lights inside the room suddenly went out, and a string of light screens lit up around Yan Junxun.
Joker stuffed potato chips into his mouth and ate all over his body. He showed his snow-white teeth to the camera, stared at Yan Junxun and said, "He-he!"
Yan Junxun shot and blew up Li Hu's guide, but it was useless, and the light screen still existed.
"You're too irritable," the clown pointed at Yan Junxun with his finger holding the potato chips, "what's wrong with your emotional management? Is it out of control? Yan Junxun?"
The sound of the rain in Yan Junxun's ear became louder and louder, and he raised his hand to blow up the audio equipment in the room, but the sound of the rain still did not disappear.
"Did you hear the sound of rain? I heard it too, we all heard it," the clown sat looking around, waving at the invisible audience, flattered, "The audience's response was so overwhelming, everyone They're all looking forward to a fight between you and me. Would you? Would you?" he raised his excited voice, "you're Artemis' good boy!"
More than a dozen light screens expanded the area together, covering Yan Jun in the center. The cheers came from the light screen, and there were whistles. In the dazzling white light, Yan Junxun felt that he was facing thousands of audiences.
"I killed you in that drag race!" The Joker stood up and kicked the dirty trash cans, "Please enjoy my killing clip below!"
The screen on the light screen switched, and the racing "madman" in the case of Chen Xiulian appeared. "Mad" had no makeup on his face, that was Yan Junxun's face. He faced Yan Junxun, faced the camera, raised the muzzle, pressed his eyebrows, and shouted madly: "Your fate!"
Hold!
Yan Junxun didn't close his eyes, he felt that the blood splashed on his face again.
Cheers erupted from the screen. The audience was thrilled, and they loved the scene. These cheers disturbed Yan Junxun, and his head was filled with explosions, heavy rain, and splattered blood.
Yan Junxun's tone was fierce: "Turn it off!"
"Oh," the clown put down his raised hand and turned the camera in other directions, facing the countless cameras in the dark background, "he told me to turn it off."
Those cameras are like eyes, flashing countless red lights.
Yan Junxun shot at the light screen violently, and the bullet passed through the light screen and knocked off the decorative paintings on the wall.
"Kill him," whoever suggested it first, "cut his neck!"
The cameras were chasing the clown's lens, and the movements were so neat that Yan Junxun felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to throw up.
"Listen, everyone wants to continue watching, and give me some feedback," the clown brought his face closer to the camera, his red nose was about to withstand the picture, "Didn't Artemis teach you manners?"
Yan Junxun's abdomen was suddenly hit, and he almost choked out acid water.
"You just owe it." The clown released the guide and took a few steps back. "Why are you here? Oh, to investigate the case. What are you investigating those cases for? You should be the one who committed the crime."
As the clown said, Yan Junxun received another punch in the face. He was breathing heavily, the blackboard in his head also seemed to be hit, the chalk broke, and the distorted voice stimulated his nerves. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the open part of his mouth, and then his whole body was knocked over, and his head was pressed down in the smell of blood.
"You keep your head up so high," the clown crouched down, "what the hell are you doing?"
The back of Yan Junxun's head was pressed, and his forehead hit the ground. His breathing was rapid, and the fever-like state made him sweat non-stop.
"Artemis put a hood on you, and regarded you as the only flower in his garden," the clown raised his hand carefully, making a "snip" motion, "I respect it, and I will prune you for it You've grown crooked, you've grown a black panther's tail, and you've become a monster." He held up his knees nervously and said eagerly, "I'm going to kill that panda, it's sick, It infects you first."
The clown took out his knife and stuck it at his feet.
"I'm going to smash its data!"
He tilted his head strangely and asked Yan Junxun across the light screen.
"Are you angry? Waste."
Yan Junxun felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, his head was aching, and there was an illusion that he was about to explode. He heard the sounds, the rain, the whistles, the cheers, the explosions, and they buried his blackboard, and buried his world.
stop.
Yan Junxun ordered himself and his thoughts. He tugged at his hair, but the world in his head had begun to spin wildly. The dazzling data was like a huge wave, covering him in an instant.
In my memory, the glass of Artemis began to crack, and the cracks instantly covered the entire wall.
"The Inspectorate's support will be imminent—"
Jue's voice disappeared without warning.
Before Park Lin could stand up, the lights in the room went out. He was stunned for a moment, picked up the guide, and tried to make a call, but it was useless, and the call could not be made.
"What's wrong?" Pu Lin pushed open the door and shouted toward the hall, "Suddenly, Jue didn't—"
Park Lin's words were only half said, and the system camera above his head suddenly exploded. Park Lin hugged her head and heard all the system cameras in the hall explode. His first reaction was to fall to the ground and shout, "Terrorist attack?!"
Su Heting's light screen was also cut off. He tapped the keyboard a few times, but none of the devices responded. He slid his chair, went to the window, and saw that the light track area looked like a car that suddenly turned off.
Without any alarms or warnings, darkness covered like a tide.
"7-001 re-examination is over."
"7-001 Account restarted."
"Welcome, dear son of the hunt."
The camera behind the clown exploded instantly, and he covered his ears in the splattered debris and screamed, "Welcome! Yan Junxun!"
The rain hit Yan Junxun, the imagined rain. He heard the voice of Artemis in his drenched exhaustion.
"We live in a crowd all the time."
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