This space has become quiet for a very short time, and the smoke generated by the rough pistol and the common bullets are now desperately fusing into the surrounding air. Under the garage lights, they appear extremely unreal.

Taranto was also nervous. Such a big man shouldn't have been like this. No matter how bad his mental quality was, he had never seen dead people. However, he had felt the strange atmosphere emitted by the man in the corridor, which made him feel very unsure. After all the bullets were shot, the hand holding the pistol was a little numb because of the power of recoil. Sweat even more out of his hand, but he didn't have time to let go of the hand holding the pistol and put it on his clothes and wipe it.

The eyes under the circular glasses were always slightly narrowed. This was the norm for myopia to see things not far away after my eyes were nearsighted. The light was not very bright, and in this moment, I don’t know if it was because of the pistol bullet that the lights in the car that had been turned on suddenly went out, and there was an unclear dark feeling. A large group of black shadows squeezed in front of the car. It can be clearly judged by the appearance of the human-shaped black shadow. The tough seat belt had been completely removed, and a clear bulge appeared on the iron ceiling of the car, which was pushed out by the enemy with his head.

The enemy's desire to survive was too strong, and the power that burst out before death did not look like a normal human being at all, and it was possible to call it a monster. Looking at the front part of the chauffeur that became messy, Taranto observed carefully after firing the bullet, while pushing his glasses.

I don’t know if the enemy is really dead under the bullet, but even if it is not, it should be in a serious state of injury now.

He had no confidence in his marksmanship. Although he had been aiming at the enemy's head, there was no reason. He now had the illusion that he had no hitting the enemy at all. He stepped down his magazine and wanted to replace it with another one, so that his heart could get basic peace of mind. After all, this is a pistol, which is so powerful that it can kill a strong horse.

He took out another magazine in his pants pocket, and Taranto took off the empty magazine with a "bang" sound that seemed to lightly tap the table. He kept staring at the dim air in the front of the car. At this time, it was also at the same time as the sound of leaving the magazine, and a dark red thing appeared instantly.

Taranto, who was completely focused on the top, was shocked in his heart. His sweaty hand beating subconsciously, pulled the trigger with his fingers. The pistol without bullets would only make painless moans. With glasses, the real dark red image quickly spread into his brain. It should be a pair of eyes?

In his imagination, he was lying in front of the cart and should have been killed by him, or the seriously injured enemy had already straightened up at this time, his arm was quickly raised in his eyes, and a pistol that was much more delicate than the one he held in his hand jumped into his sight. The dark muzzle was locking the deadliest part of the human being, like a poisonous snake lurking on the side waiting for a long time, and the fatal bullet was about to be fired in the next moment.

Inside the dim interior of the car, the blood vessels bulging on Doih's head were also beating faintly with the rhythm of his heart. His face had become very ugly, and blood had stolen half of his face. The cross pupils had the urge to gush out because of the rage in his heart.

It did not hit the key point, but in the narrow area of ​​the driver's seat of the car, the deadliest seat belt was tied to the body, even if the eyes easily captured the ballistics reflected by the muzzle in the next moment, the movements on the body were greatly restricted. When breaking free from the constraints of the seat belt, the first few bullets could only barely avoid the fatal key points, but could not completely avoid them.

There are traces of bullet hitting the neck, face, chin, and some parts of the upper body. The pistol was not particularly large in diameter. Except for the two penetrating wounds on the neck and the face, the remaining bullets are now trapped in his body. If the surgeons, who have increased their sensitivity, are consciously sensing the foreign objects invading the body, it will be an extremely strong feeling.

But as long as you are alive, Doich only has two thoughts in his mind now, one of which is one. The other is to completely kill the person who shot him. He did not act immediately after being shot, because at that time, his body responded violently, and the nerves were transmitted with a large amount of electrical signals, and he could not put his next action into practice. And he didn't know the other party's pistol model, and the number of bullets in a magazine was also unknown, which was also the problem he was thinking about at that time.

But when you hear the other party changing the magazine, there is no need to find the opportunity.

Doich did not hesitate at the moment, spread his cross pupils, took out his pistol's arm and quickly raised it, without any extra movement in the middle. Even if there was, Doich believed that they could no longer affect the established results that would be displayed in his eyes now.

The other party was changing magazines, and he knew at a glance that he was not a professionally trained person. His technique was very rough, and because he was nervous, his movements seemed clumsy at this moment. Doich couldn't understand why he was forced so badly by such a person. Fortunately, the enemy was such a person who had not been trained, otherwise the enemy would become any surgeon, and under such restrictions, he would face a situation of death.

But there is no other possibility. Now no one can change this established fact. Doich thought that the pistol was slowly rising like a flag under the rising sun, waiting for the moment when the flames gushed out. He opened his mouth full of blood, and half of his ragged face did not affect his smile, and the redness of blood was found on his teeth.

The fingers pressed down, and the sound of the platinum bomb exploded in his ears as he expected. The trembling feeling of eardrum made him feel comfortable. But the next moment, he felt something was wrong. There was no flash of flame in his eyes, and the head of the person with glasses in front of him did not explode as he imagined. The man was standing outside the car door, looking at him in shock. And there was a severe pain in his chest, and the car seemed to be falling down. Doikh found that his gaze was tilting down rapidly. He looked down slightly, and it was empty, and most of his body had been broken behind. The blood of the ball leaked, and the process could no longer be felt. Doikh's upper half fell, and his eyes that returned to normal finally caught a glimpse of the narrowed red eyes in the back seat.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I should have thought that abnormal weight can also have fluctuations in the efficacy of the drug." Doich's thoughts came up with this idea before disappearing.

"Not yet?" There was obvious urging and impatientness in the voice next to him.

"The other party is also a good player. Before invading the signal of our conversation, he made sufficient preparations. How could he solve the problem by pressing a button?" Jerbo responded to Sevena's words. At this time, he had already parked the extended gift car on the side of the road and dragged out his equipment to speed up the retrieval of the interrupted contact with Doykh.

It has been less than ten seconds since time passed, but bad expectations have arisen in everyone's mind.

When the communication was interrupted, Gerbo on the side thought that it was the reason for the signal masking in the basement, but the abnormal electronic sound revealed a big problem in his professional perspective.

I hurriedly started debugging. The other party was a good player, but Jerbo was also from a professional background.

All three of them were silent in the night wind. As the electronic sound suddenly disappeared, the interrupted communication returned to normal. However, no sound came from there, only the quietness that was almost the same as around them.

After looking at each other, Gerbo reads Sevena and Buck's thoughts.

"Hey, Doykh? Still here?" asked Jerbo, getting a few seconds of silence. Then there was a sound like opening a car door. Then someone answered the communication equipment there, in a very standard imperial language, with the tone that the teacher often used during class.

"Hello, the person you are calling cannot answer the answer for the time being. Please apply for communication later."
Chapter completed!