In the face of hot weapons, not everyone has the guts to continue to rush up with cold weapons. Without firm belief and self-sacrifice, the fear brought by death will be magnified infinitely. More than a dozen gang members in fancy clothes acted like someone pressed the pause button. They didn't dare to make any large-scale movements, for fear of causing misunderstanding of the other party and being taken away by a bullet.

The mad dog Vison's footsteps also stopped. He felt his heart beating at a speed and intensity never before. When he faced tens of thousands of enemies alone, he didn't panic like he does now!

Well, he lied. His biggest record is one-on-two and then violent, but he will exaggerate his ability and results, so some people always believe that this is a strong player.

At this time, Weisen's mind had only one idea. Compared with his "mad dog", the three guys opposite him were crazy dogs? Although it is not the center of the city, it is also next to the city center! The use of firearms here is definitely more than the use of firearms in the suburbs and the countryside. They won't shoot, right? Definitely not. They are just bluffs and want to scare themselves!

As he pumped himself up, he tried his best to control his trembling legs, and tightened his sphincter tightly so as not to let the surging urine stain his favorite pair of pants.

A drop.

Weisen swears that only a drop of liquid was squeezed out uncontrollably, and the moment he was about to maintain some respectfulness when he was about to say something, his face was so hot that the guy in front of him shook his head backwards Suddenly fell on his back. A cricket fell to the ground, and the dull fall sound penetrated his chest like a hand and pinched his heart.

The transient disturbance of the neuron caused the sphincter to lose control. Not only did he urinate, but a more powerful desire to excrete was boiling.

He reached out and wiped his face, and the wet, humid tropics had a faint smell, and the bright red color was particularly dazzling under the yellow streetlight.

Snapped!

The two men next to Du Lin moved forward alternately, their raised arms were motionless, and every gunshot took away a gang member who had not yet responded. When they could see Weisen, Weisen could also see them-middle The people who were standing have fallen.

The air was heavy like concrete blocks, and a door on the street was slowly pushed open, and the surprise in Weisen's heart holding the wall almost unstoppable completely exploded, filling his whole body.

There are rescues and witnesses. Will these crazy dogs kill themselves?

However, the next moment, he stared at the young man in the door stunned and dragged the corpse on the road. The movement was efficient and fast. It took less than two minutes, leaving no more than a dozen companions. At this time, there were still some girls who came out carrying the bucket, washed away the blood on the ground, washed into the sewer, and cleaned the ground with a brush.

Vison, who could no longer control his body, sat on the ground with a rump, terrified. He didn't even notice that he was sitting on something hot.

Du Lin walked in front of Weisen. He was a little bit embarrassed. He hadn't known where the windbreaker had been thrown. The buttons of his shirt had been ripped open by him, his shoes were gone, and his feet were bare. The only thing that could be guaranteed was complete, only his pants.

He stood high in front of Weisen, his eyes rolled down, and looked at Weisen with the light from the bottom of the horizon.

"Is there an unsolvable hatred between us?" Du Lin asked calmly, "so you need to use so many people ... to hunt me down?"

The cricket's voice was exceptionally clear at the peaceful midnight, and Weisen's teeth hit each other. He quickly shook his head and extruded a smile that was uglier than crying, "No, no! Listen to me and explain, our There is no irresolvable hatred, I just want ... want ... ", his eyes quickly turned, like a mental patient when a mental illness broke out," I just admire a big man like you and want to meet Just you! "

There was a hunger for eagerness in the timid tone, and he felt that his explanation was OK.

Du Lin tilted his head slightly and pondered for a moment. He drew in front of him and slowly let go of the hands holding the right wrist. He raised his right hand, and the young man beside him put the pistol in his hand.

"What's your name?" Du Lin asked.

"Vissen, my name is Mr. Wissen!"

There were some smiles on Du Lin's face, and Vison felt that smile was so warm and dazzling, would he be safe? It should, or why would he smile at me? Isn't a smile a sign of friendship? Weisen also laughed stupidly, smirking from falling to kneeling to show his weakness and surrender.

Du Lin asked with a smile: "I remember not seeing you nearby when I entered the Grand Theater. Can you tell me how you found me?"

This is a very important question. If you can be found anywhere at any time, this shows two possibilities. The first possibility is that you become a public figure, so as long as you are exposed to the public, you will be noticed and followed. But with what he has done so far, he has not reached this height, so this possibility is not possible. The second may be that someone is staring at them, but they haven't found it, which is why it is even more irritating. No one likes to be watched, so he wants to ask how this guy found himself.

Du Lin's memory is not bad, at this time he has completely remembered who this guy is, but he did not speak.

Weisen sold the car washer's personal information to Du Lin without reservation. He himself also deeply hated this guy. If it wasn't for the car washer, he would not have suffered the misfortune tonight. If he can leave alive, no, he will definitely leave alive, he will make that guy look good tomorrow!

Du Lin got the answer he wanted, and what he wanted to know had results. He smiled and nodded to Weisen kneeling on the ground. "I think I understand, so good night, Mr. Weisen!"

He inexplicably asked Ann so that Wisson didn't turn around. He nodded again and again, saying good night and blessings, hoping that this **** encounter would end sooner.

In the evening light, one person was kneeling and one was standing by the side of the street. The light didn't seem to like the two, leaving no light on them, but seeing only two shadows in the light.

The standing man raised his arm, held a gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger in the begging of the kneeling guy.

The machine spring pushed the pistol's kinetic energy nozzle, and the hot air compressed to the extreme ejected from the kinetic energy chamber, pushing a sharp hollow bullet to rotate and spray out in the barrel of the gun. The special shape of the bullet allows it to rotate at a very fast speed and fly in a relatively straight trajectory even after leaving the barrel, until the tip of the bullet penetrates a thin layer of skin and fat, and a small layer The muscle tissue bit on the bone.

People say the skull is hard, but sometimes it doesn't make sense. The cracks began to spread outward at the point where the bullet contacted the skull. The kinetic energy of the bullet did not decrease, and it was still rotating forward. It was only because of encountering the blockage of the bones that there were some variants of the hollow bullets. In the next second, the hard skull could no longer stop the blunt bullets and cracked completely ...

Du Lin handed the pistol to the people around him, glanced down on the ground, and there was a pool of radioactive blood behind him, shaking his head and turning.

"Find the car washer. If it's a Provincial or Ogdin, send them to the river god. If it's a Guarth, let him accept the trial of the King!"

Weisen's body moved, a young man took his leg, dragged him into the store, and then the skilled girls cleaned the blood on the ground in a very short time ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ As if nothing had happened.

On the other side of the city, the car washer went home with a bottle of fruit wine. He sometimes went for a drink and only one drink. His income couldn't support his happy drink. But today, it's not the same. He not only gave the cheap, skilled woman a dollar, but also bought back half of the bottle of fruit wine, which was too expensive to think about before. He pushed open the door, took off his clothes in the dim light, and threw it on the shabby sofa, then put the fruit wine on the table.

Somewhat happy thinking about today's "income", he hummed a little song, which his mother taught him.

"You're back? It's late late today. Would you like me to heat up your meals?" His wife stepped out of the bedroom to make the living room, which was not so big, look popular, but also a little crowded.

I don't know if it's the role of alcohol. The car washer watched his wife, who was only wearing pajamas, gasping out of breath. He rushed over like a wolf looking for prey and pressed his wife on the table.

For women ... Forget it, women are too complicated to find their excitement through pale senses.

For men, money and power are undoubtedly the best aphrodisiac. Although only five dollars, it is enough.

Early in the morning the next day, it was not yet bright, and the car washer who woke up from his sleep glanced at his wife, frowned, and rubbed his head to sit up. He opened the window and put on his clothes, and then glanced back at his wife, always thinking that he should have done something stupid. He patted his forehead with his palms, changed his clothes, and went to work. Just when he opened the door completely, the car washer who was not fully awake saw only two and a half children, and then lost his consciousness when his head hurt.