The police officer lying on the ground was so painful that cold sweat rushed out.The crosshairs fired the muzzle, and the bruises on the guy's forehead burst out, and his nostrils were panting like an old cow pulling a broken cart."
Have you figured it out!?"
The crosshairs are actually very anxious at the moment, there are now two corpses in the house, one and a half dead, and two of them are actually policemen!
The land of right and wrong should not be stayed for a long time.It seems that this trip to Rio was a mess, and I don't know what big trouble the Somme family has caused.But a little lucky, Som and Clauster still have a daughter, only more than five years old, there is no body of Som in the room, and there is still a glimmer of hope in the crosshairs, if the mother and daughter are not dead, he will arrange for them to leave here and go to Comolo."
Is it because of drugs!?"
The crosshairs were born in the slums, so it was natural to think of the black eating black on the road.In fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon in Johannesburg, soldiers are also thieves, thieves are also soldiers, and most of the drug transactions often involve people in the police department.Once something happens, it is often a matter of silence, which is a common method used by the black police.The black policeman lying on the ground glanced at the crosshairs, and that kind of look was not only gloomy and cold, but also slightly contemptuous.The fire in the crosshair's heart jumped up again.He is not an innocent young man, but a genuine outlaw, and the fact that he dared to give the boss's women in his early years is a testament, not to mention that he has been mixed up in the mercenary circle for many years, and is known as the first sniper in the African mercenary circle, and he is definitely not a soft-hearted person.Without saying a word, the crosshair raised his hand and shot the black mirror in the knee.Poof—As the gunshots rang out, the black police howled again.But this time he had a rag stuffed in his mouth, and his voice was much lower, not as terrifying as before.He stretched out his hand to tear off the rag in his mouth, but was stepped on his arm by the crosshair, both hands were already injured, and he was stepped on by the crosshair, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only twist his body in vain, and tears fell from the pain."
The bones in your knees are broken, you have to be a wheelchair for the rest of your life, and now you are only one foot, do you want me to break both feet before you can say it?"
The crosshairs looked coldly at the black policeman lying on the ground, without a trace of mercy in his heart.In his underworld career, it is not the first time that he has taken out this kind of police officer who specializes in black and black.When the gun was raised again, the black policeman's psychological defense finally collapsed."
Uh-huh-" He nodded constantly, then signaled that he had something to say.The crosshair ripped off the strip of cloth from his mouth and asked, "Did you figure it out?"
”"We're not here to kill Somme and Clauster......"
"What?!"
The crosshair was stunned.The black policeman struggled to raise his head and look at the crosshair: "We are here for you, the crosshairs are ......"
The crosshair felt the cold hairs on his face stand up one by one.Find your own!?"
Who are you!?
I have no enmity with you, why are you looking for me!?
”The crosshair felt the muscles in his face stiffen.Is it because of yourself?
He kept thinking, which enemy was it?
Could it be the drug lord I used to follow when I was in Johannesburg?
That is, the one who wants to cut off his own balls to make wine?
Caught up in Rio!?
That's!
Isn't it just that he fell in love with a woman!?
He's still a girl?!
This idea was quickly rejected, and he was sure that the old boss would never know that he was in Rio de Janeiro."
Who sent you?"
The crosshair continued to ask.The black police did not answer the crosshairs.Impatiently, the crosshair shoved the rag back into his mouth and fired another shot into his knee."
Congratulations, you can do wheelchairs this time."
The black policeman rolled on the ground, constantly twisting his body, his limbs were shot, and he was basically incapacitated, and this time he was shot again so much that it almost killed him."
There's no time to waste with you!"
The crosshair looked at his watch, then the wound on his chest.The wound had coagulated, and there was blood flowing out.He felt it was time to leave.Pulling out the rags in this guy's mouth, he glanced at the work documents found on him, and said coldly, "Adams?
Your name is Adams?
”Officer Adams, who was lying on the ground, ignored the crosshair's questioning.The crosshair said: "If you don't say it, I will tie you up and shoot you in the liver, it will hurt to be shot in the liver, and then I promise that it will hurt to be shot in the liver, and it will slowly bleed and lead to death, it is estimated that you will have to stay up for 20 to 60 minutes, and the pain will make you want to shoot yourself in the head." ”Cold sweat grew on Adams' forehead.He knew that the crosshair was telling the truth, and this evil star really dared to make a move.However, even if he did, he might still be dead."
I won't say it, you can kill me!
Come on, give me a good time!
”He gritted his teeth and stared at the crosshairs, looking ready to die at any moment."
Happy?!
You're not going to get pleasure. ”The crosshair didn't expect Adams to be so hard-mouthed.Perhaps, Adams knew that the consequences of speaking out were worse than dying.It is conceivable that it is not an ordinary black policeman who instructs him behind his back.There is no need to continue to ramble, the crosshair decides to leave, and there will be no results if he continues to ask, and he will waste his time.At least two of the gunmen have been identified, and there is still a glimmer of clues to follow.Somme is probably in the hands of these black cops.He raised his gun and fired a shot at Adams' liver, which was tricky, with the bullet grazing the edge of the liver.For a while, Adams won't die, but it's definitely not comfortable.In order to prevent the guy from escaping, the crosshair continued to shoot at his elbow and knee until one of the pistol's magazines was emptied.Dealing with himself, he actually hurt Som, and the crosshair vented his anger on Adams through bullets.I'm afraid this guy doesn't even have the ability to tear off the rags in his mouth now, even if he can be rescued later, it's better to live than to die, and I'm afraid he will be a waste in the next life.Sometimes, it is not necessary to kill, there is a better way to relieve hatred than killing.With everything out of order, the crosshair picked up his rucksack and was about to leave.Suddenly, gunshots pierced outside.He was taken aback, then rushed to the window.Gunshots came from down the hill, accompanied by some noise.I don't know what's going on, but the crosshair knows it's not a good sign.He pushed the door open, locked it, closed it, looked around, but there was no one, he chose the opposite path to leave in the opposite direction from which the gunshots came, and soon disappeared into the cobweb-like alleys of the slums.It wasn't until he walked a few hundred meters that the crosshairs took out the phone and dialed Qin Fei.Now, he is isolated in this strange city, and the only thing he can think of is his brothers in the mercenary group.Moreover, since the gunman was targeting himself, he had some doubts in his heart and wanted to ask Qin Fei.