Hidden Assassin: Sections 4-8, the blood-stained city

"Can you...can still run?"

That simple punch brought an incredible impact, and the door on that side slammed down, and the whole car seemed to be slammed by a sledgehammer weighing several tons, making a loud noise. Swinging to the side, the glass on all sides turned into debris in this violent impact, and it rushed to everyone's body. When Jia Ming lay on the broken car window and revealed a smiley face inside, and said this, Ying Zifeng looked at the figure, his teeth shook, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Although he also knows that there are some people who have practiced their strength to the limit and can barely achieve the effect in front of them, but there is absolutely no impact like the thunderous thunder in front of them. Ying Zifeng was so frightened, but the few people next to him reacted after a brief consternation. Just before they turned their guns to Jiaming's side, Jiaming's hands were holding the gun, and they were already stretched out of the window. When he came in, he pressed the foreheads of the two people next to him.

Bang——

Blood spilled over the carriage.

At close range, the destructive power of the modified large-caliber pistol in Jia Ming's hand was brought to the extreme. The heads of two people exploded and even their shoulders exploded. The flesh and blood threw the person next to him with all his heads and faces, Ying Zi Half of Feng's body was stained with blood and minced meat. At this moment, he just stared at Jia Ming's muzzle in a daze, his teeth fought violently, and he raised his left hand and patted and patted his body again. The blood-red stained his body. I can't shoot the palm of my hand, it seems that I'm going to be silly.

Hundreds of people at the exit of the market stared at this scene in a daze, not knowing when. It was as quiet as night.

The next moment, the bullet sparked on the ground, and on the road further away, more than twenty police cars violently turned around the corner of the street and rushed towards this side. A sniper leaned out on the roof of the car. Go up, aim here, Jia Ming lowered his head, and a bullet whizzed past his head. His two guns were pointed at Ying Zifeng in the carriage, and the other two surviving agents did not dare to move.

"What are you doing so fast, I always wanted to talk to you..."

Jia Ming tapped the pistol on Ying Zifeng's head twice, then his smile narrowed, "You have ten minutes to explain the funeral."

End this sentence. He stepped back two steps, then turned and rushed into the chaotic crowd at the vegetable market. He disappeared without a trace for a moment. In the chaos of the crowd, there were more than 20 police cars. Finally approached the blood-stained taxi.

Watching this scene on the car TV. Fang Zhitian closed his eyes with a headache, and then let out a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately...he wants to talk..."

The person sitting next to him finished speaking in a low voice, frowned, and leaned over again: "I'm afraid...it’s hard to tell. He said that he was giving Ying Zifeng ten minutes to explain the funeral. It’s possible It is to make him feel greater fear, Ying Zifeng, he...now almost scared stupid..."

"Uh..." Fang Zhitian was taken aback for a moment, "Ten minutes... no one knows where Jia Ming is.

When these two dozen police cars arrived, they dragged Ying Zifeng, who was in a state of dementia, out of the car and talked with the remaining two agents. Immediately he sent other manpower in the rear to search the vicinity, but naturally there was no result. And the agent who belonged to Ye Lian's team who originally followed all the way behind and transmitted the live situation back, at this time had also completely lost the target.

Jia Ming left a ten-minute countdown time. No one knows what he will do. As a policeman, he naturally thinks that he has more than 20 people on his side. With light and heavy weapons, it is invincible in this city. But the agents did not think so. However, no matter how big the gap between the two parties' estimates of the enemy's strength is. They have to do something at present, that is to say, the two paths before them, one is to **** Ying Zifeng to the public security bureau, and the other is to **** him to the secret agent hiding spot. And since the agents belonging to Ying Haisheng were already on the way, they decided to concentrate all their efforts and send Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau first. If the other party can take over the entire city public security bureau by himself-uh, This kind of thinking is actually meaningless...

The convoy drove on the highway with great strength. A few minutes later, it merged with the bulletproof car driven by several agents and transferred Ying Zifeng up, sitting in the back seat of the vehicle with Ying Zifeng covered in blood. Shaking, only then did he react slightly: "He will come...he will come...Where are we now, what time is it... I ask what time is it..."

Grabbing an agent's watch to check the time, then tremblingly asked: "A few minutes have passed? A few minutes have passed?" Looking out from the window desperately, the next agent comforted: " It’s okay, Mr. Ying, I promise it’s okay. You see, we are all our people before and after, and he didn’t do anything just now. It can be seen that he is not targeting you, or..."

"What's okay! What's okay! Huh?" Ying Zifeng almost cried out, "He didn't come to kill me yet? He didn't come to kill me! He didn't aim at me? Isn't he aiming at me? You! We are surrounded by people... What about the roadside, those people on the roadside are also our people!?"

Pointing to the pedestrian on the side of the road and yelling, he fell into this hysterical state, and there was no way for others to do it, plus he was a little worried about the ten-minute deadline, and he was paying attention to the roadside at this time. Happening. The convoy turned to the next intersection, the towering room, the driver of the police car in the front suddenly lowered his head and looked at the sky: "What is that..."

The policemen from the front and back rows loaded the bullets in full, and looked up at it. First, a small pink dot appeared on the ground, which gradually grew larger.

"Plastic bag..."

"No, it seems to be... an airplane..."

"Remote control plane..."

Under a high degree of vigilance, people in the front and back of the vehicle also saw the wrong sky above the street. One, two, three... more than dozens of toy remote-controlled helicopters lined up in a queue. "Buzzing" and flew towards the convoy.

Among the bulletproof cars. Ying Zifeng opened his mouth, looked down at the remote-controlled planes of various colors, and opened his eyes wide: "He's here, he's here..." As he said, he rushed towards the car door, "He comes. Now... let me out! I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to die in the car, it’s not safe here—"

"That's just a remote control plane..."

The agent blocked him, at the same time. Four police cars stopped on the side of the road, and a total of 20 police officers rushed to both sides of the road with guns in hand. This road is not prosperous, and there are not many pedestrians on the side of the road. When they see this scene like an anti-terrorist movie, they all subconsciously. Run away quickly.

The police looked at the floors on both sides, looking for the target. The snipers opened the roof and the helicopter hovered over the convoy.

At that moment, Ying Zifeng opened the car door hysterically, and was blocked by the agent before jumping out.

"He's on the roof..." A policeman across the street spoke to the intercom. The muzzle was raised. Pointed to the top of the building here.

A dark figure stood on the edge of the building, looking at the convoy in the street below.

Struggling a few times, Ying Zifeng got up from the ground, and the agent behind him chased him down.

The first remote-controlled plane fell and hit the window of a police car driving ahead.

Top floor.

In direct sunlight, he took a step back, let go of the complicated remote control in his hand, looked at the blue sky, and let out a long breath: "It's almost..."

The river of time seemed to be blocked by this sigh for a moment, above the street. The circling remote-controlled plane began to fall downwards, and countless lights followed the toys. Someone began to issue orders: "Shoot and knock down those toys." Ying Zifeng, who rushed out of the carriage, was pulled by the agent and struggled hard.

Then...the explosion overturned the police car!

The remote-controlled aircraft fell to the ground, and a violent explosion followed in an instant, and the air wave rolled. They overturned the car. Some driving police cars were suddenly pushed out, into the flames. Billowing smoke filled the streets. Ying Zifeng, who didn't know the situation at all and fell into a panic, broke free from the pull of others, and rushed to the place he thought was safe in the air wave...

In the building, with palms slapped on the handrails, Jia Ming walked down the corridor, humming an unknown melody.

At the same time, Ying Zifeng rushed into the building which was still being renovated.

"Tear Gas!"

"Quickly save people--"

"Catch him! Catch him! Seeing the suspect shoot immediately and kill him on the spot..."

Looking from the sky, smoke and dust billowed on the road between the two rows of buildings, and flames ignited on the exploding car. All the vehicles were in chaos. The agents chased Ying Zifeng and rushed into the building. Some people The first time began to save people in the smoke, more police officers rushed towards the building with guns.

Run! run! run!

Perhaps he was frightened by the suggestion of Jia Ming’s death, but also frightened his potential. Ying Zifeng ran wildly in the unrenovated building. There was nothing to do with halls, corridors, and rooms. The determination to stop him from escaping. At this moment, he just wants to escape from behind and chase the footsteps and find a place to hide. The blood and slime spilling over his head and body seem to tell him that even if there are many people, it is meaningless. .

The agents in the rear reached out and grabbed him several times, but they couldn't catch him.

Wooden frames, plastic barrels, cardboard boxes, and discarded lunch boxes, the crowd chased through the corridors. Finally, Ying Zifeng stepped on a steel pipe under his foot, and suddenly slipped, and his body rushed to the ground. The agent behind jumped up and threw him on the ground: "Mr. Ying, we are now..."

Step on——

The foot sound sounded at the entrance of the corridor in front, and the figure pulled a rope and dropped to the ground.

Ying Zifeng, who was lying on the ground, raised his head, and the agent who grabbed him also raised his head at the same time, raising his gun.

Several agents chasing from behind raised up different weapons in their hands. Then, a violent gunshot sounded throughout the building.

The flames flew, and the smoke filled with gunpowder. A mirror placed in the dark place over there shattered into powder in an uproar at the crazy gunfire. The next moment, blood splashed all over Ying Zifeng's body again. "Ah--"

Amidst the shooting on both sides of the corridor, Ying Zifeng got up desperately. He rushed back in the direction he came, and when he ran past several agents, a man was shot and flew upside down. It seemed that he was running at almost the same speed, and he could even see that the man flew slightly in the air. The blinking action and the distorted expression.

Leaving those agents to shoot at Death, he screamed and rushed out of this corridor. In a hall in front, several figures seemed to see him and wanted to rush towards him. With an expression of fear, he froze his body abruptly and fell to the ground. The next moment, frantically struggling to get up, he ran in the other direction of no one, and pain came from his shoulder. I don’t know if it was a stray bullet or something that penetrated his shoulder blades. He shook his body and continued to run lifelessly. In front of him, there was a staircase leading to the second floor...

At least at this time. He was already frightened by the exploded human body and the blood covered in blood.

This is indescribable chaos.

Following the figure holding the gun, marching through the building. In the bursts of gunshots, the flowers of death are constantly blooming. Here, the number of people can no longer represent the advantage. When the precise marksmanship and sensitive reaction are brought to the extreme, he becomes the **** of death, any object that reverberates in his field of vision. , Were destroyed in the first time, and the stairwell collapsed with the explosion in the exchange of fire. Blocked most of the police below. Without support, the gunfire and explosion on the second floor abruptly subsided. Ying Zifeng shot a shot in the leg and leaned against the corridor, gritted his teeth to prevent him from screaming. Amidst the sound of footsteps, a silhouette at one end of the corridor suddenly disappeared. appear. Then he was shot and flew out. He turned his head, the nightmare figure holding the gun in his hand. Come slowly.

"Ah..."

In the hoarse cry, Ying Zifeng crawled and struggled to the fork of the T-shaped corridor. A grenade was thrown out of Jia Ming's hand, and the corridor at the other end exploded with a billowing air wave, and the flames marked that side as a restricted area. Ying Zifeng turned the corner and crawled desperately in the direction of the third corridor.

On the barren street outside, a police officer directed others to climb the second floor. Hearing the explosion, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "I don't know what's going on... That Ying Jia Er The son...Who did you provoke..."

Blood gushing out from the thighs, drawing a long line of blood on the ground, Ying Zifeng crawled into a weak body, listening to the rear footsteps: "Ten minutes have passed, are you ready? "

"Don't kill me...Don't kill me..."

The figure raised the gun and smiled: "Drug trafficking can be shot. You want me not to kill you. That girl just disturbed your interest in hiring prostitutes. Why wouldn't you want to stop killing her... …"

"Don't kill me..."

Swimming forward on the ground, Ying Zifeng could only tremble all over and say this. Suddenly, the muzzle behind him lifted, and a figure appeared at the end of the corridor. He raised his hand to show his friendship as much as possible. At the same time, several figures appeared beside him, also aiming the muzzle over.

"Don't be impulsive, I just want to talk, try to find a...solution..." The man sighed as he walked forward, "I think this matter has become too much... …"

"Uncle Fang..." Ying Zifeng stared at the figure who was approaching for a long time, and finally murmured a word.

"I will kill him and it will be resolved."

"You know it's not that simple."

The dialogue recalled that in the corridor, Ying Zifeng suddenly seemed to have strength again, and crawled forward frantically: "Uncle Fang, help! Uncle Fang..." He was as fragile as a child at this time, even though My own family and Fang’s family are not very close to each other, even though his opponent’s heaven does not have a lot of goodwill, but the presence of this Yanhuang awakened leader can indeed give people great courage. Approaching Ying Zifeng, Fang Zhitian stretched out his left hand: "Give me your hand~IndoMTL.com~I will save you."

Climbing on the ground, Ying Zifeng stretched out his right hand and shook it up.

Fang Zhitian put his right hand behind him, and when he took it out again, he raised a half-meter-long sharp saber, and the blade flashed through the air.

"Ah--"

Heart-piercing cries of pain sounded in the corridor. This is not the first time Ying Zifeng shouted out today, but it was definitely the one he felt the most painful. Blood shot out, and Ying Zifeng's right hand was broken at this moment.

"So you have to give me some bargaining chips first..."

From reaching out, to swinging the knife, to cutting off the arm abruptly, this middle-aged man with great power did not even blink his eyes. After murmured this sentence in his mouth, he held his hand He handed his broken arm and knife to Cui Guohua behind him, and then kicked Ying Zifeng away. While Ye Lian was bandaging the broken arm for the howling Ying Zifeng, he raised his head.

"You know, I am embarrassed to be like this today." The middle-aged man smiled, "However, I want to say that there is no real bottom line, and there is still a possibility of redemption. So... I want to talk about it. Talk about..."