The police officer lying on the ground was sweating with pain.

Crosshair Nuo fired his gun, and the guy's blue veins burst out on his forehead, his nostrils panting like an old bull with a broken car.

"Think clearly!?"

The sight was actually very anxious at the moment. There are now two dead bodies in the house, one and a half dead, two of them are actually policemen!

It is a place of right and wrong, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time.

It seems that this trip to Rio was a mess. I don't know what kind of trouble the Somme's family has caused.

But I’m a little bit lucky. Somm and Kloster have a daughter who is only five years old. There is no Somm’s body in the room. There is still a glimmer of hope in the front sight. If the mother and daughter are not dead, he will arrange for them. Leave here for Comoro.

"Is it because of drugs!?"

The sight is from a slum, so it is natural to think of the blackness on the road. In fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon in Johannesburg. Soldiers are also thieves, and thieves are also soldiers. Most drug transactions involve people in the police station.

Once an accident occurs, it is often to silence the mouth, which is a common method used by black police.

The black policeman lying on the ground glanced at the sight, his eyes were not only gloomy, but also slightly contemptuous.

The fire in the sight of the sight shot up again.

He is not an innocent boy, but a real desperado. He dared to get the boss's woman in his early years is a proof, not to mention that he has been in the mercenary circle for many years and he is known as an African mercenary. The number one sniper in the circle is definitely not a soft-hearted one.

Without further ado, the sight raised his hand and fired a shot at the black mirror's knee.

puff--

With the gunshot, the black police howled again.

But this time there was a rag in his mouth, and his voice was much lower, not as scary as before.

He stretched out his hand to tear off the rag from his mouth, but was stepped on his arm by the front sight. He had already injured his hands and stepped on the front sight. He couldn't move at all. He could only twist his body in vain, and it hurt. Tears fell.

"The bone in the knee was broken. You have to be a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Now you only have one foot. Do you want me to interrupt both of your feet?"

The sight stared coldly at the black police lying on the ground, without a trace of mercy in his heart.

It is not the first time in his underworld career to kill such a policeman who specializes in the crime.

When he raised the gun again, the black policeman's psychological defense finally collapsed.

"Mmm..."

He kept nodding, then motioned to himself that he had something to say.

The front sight tore off the cloth strip from his mouth and asked, "Did you figure it out?"

"We are not here to kill Somme and Kloster..."

"What?!" The sight was startled.

The black policeman struggled and looked up at the front sight: "We are here to find you, front sight..."

The sight felt the cold hair on his face stand up one by one.

Find your own! ?

"Who are you!? I have no hatred with you, why are you looking for me!?" The sight felt the muscles on his face stiff.

Is it because of yourself?

He kept thinking, which enemy is it?

Could it be the drug lord he used to talk to when he was in Johannesburg? That is, the one who wants to cut off his own eggs and use them to make wine?

Actually chased Rio! ?

What a nonsense! Isn't it just a woman who **** him? ? Is he still a girl? !

This idea was quickly denied, and he was sure that the former boss would never know that he had come to Rio de Janeiro.

"Who sent you?" Crosshair continued to ask.

The black police did not answer the sight.

The front sight pushed the rag back into his mouth impatiently, and fired another shot in his knee.

"Congratulations, you can be a wheelchair this time."

The black policeman was rolling on the ground, constantly twisting his body. He was shot in all his limbs and basically lost his ability to move. This time he was shot again and it was so painful that he almost killed him.

"No time to waste with you!" The sight looked at his watch, and then checked the wound on his chest.

The wound has solidified, so there is no blood flowing out.

He felt that it was time to leave.

Pulling out the rags from this guy's mouth, taking a look at the work documents found from him, the front sight said coldly: "Adams? Your name is Adams?"

Officer Adams, lying on the ground, ignored the crosshair's inquiry.

The sight said again: "If you don’t tell me, I’ll tie you up and shoot your liver. A shot in your liver will hurt you. Then I promise you that getting shot in the liver will hurt you, and it will cause bleeding slowly. Death, it is estimated that you will have to survive for 20 to 60 minutes. The pain will make you want to shoot yourself in the head."

The cold sweat on Adams' forehead became more and more.

He knew that the front sight was telling the truth, and this evil star really dared to do it.

However, even if I said it, maybe it was still dead.

"I won't say, you kill me! Come on, give me a good time!" He gritted his teeth and stared at the front sight, as if ready to die at any time.

"Happy?! You won't be happy." The sight did not expect Adams to be so stiff.

Perhaps Adams knew that the consequences of speaking out were more serious than death.

It is conceivable that it was not an ordinary black policeman who instructed him behind his back.

There is no need to continue to talk about it~lightnovelpub.net~ The sight decides to leave, there will be no results if I ask, and I will waste my time.

At least the identities of the two gunmen have been ascertained, and there is still a trace of clues that can be traced.

Som is probably in the hands of these black policemen.

He raised his gun and fired a shot at Adams' liver.

For a while, Adams will not die, but it is absolutely uncomfortable.

In order to prevent this guy from escaping, the front sight continued to shoot at his elbows and knees until he emptied a magazine of the pistol.

To deal with himself, he actually killed Somm, and the sight vented his anger on Adams through bullets.

This guy probably doesn't even have the ability to tear off the rags in his mouth. Even if he can be rescued later, he will not be as good as dead, and he will probably be a useless person in his next life.

Sometimes, it is not necessary to kill, there are more ways to relieve hatred than killing.

After getting everything done, the sight picked up the rucksack and was about to leave.

Suddenly, gunshots pierced outside.

He was taken aback suddenly, then rushed to the window.

The gunfire came from below the mountain, and was accompanied by some noise.

Although I don't know what happened, the sight knows that this is not a good sign.

He opened the door, locked the door lock, and then closed it, and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one. He chose another road opposite to the direction from which the gunfire came. He quickly disappeared into the slum like a cobweb. In the alley.

It wasn't until a few hundred meters away that the sight took out the phone and dialed Qin Fei.

Now, he is alone and helpless in this strange city, the only thing he can think of is his brothers in the X mercenary group.

Moreover, since the gunman came for himself, he had some doubts in his heart, and he wanted to ask Qin Fei.

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