American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 13 13 No Country for Old Men

In the dead of night, there was a sudden gunshot.

"Bang!"

Ron opened his eyes suddenly and slowly got up from the bed.

He grabbed the pistol on the bed table and walked carefully to the living room.

Put your ears against the wall.

"Bang, bang!"

Two gunshots rang out again.

It's a bit like silenced gunshots, but not quite.

The voice is very small, unless the body has been modified.

The vehicle lost control and shook violently.

Sandy's yelling voice came from inside the room.

"Don't move, put your hands up, or I'll shoot!"

The pickup truck lost control and hit a car parked on the side of the road.

Ron's back was against the thick wall.

"Bang!"

The sound came from the next room, but it was not the room where Sandy was.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Anton's back, frantically showing his presence.

The spring gun fell to the ground.

The footsteps are getting closer.

"Hold your head with your hands and kneel down!"

"Resist, resist, resist..."

"Defense yourself!"

Ron jumped up from the ground, looking for the sound and chasing towards the intersection not far away.

Llewelyn was in a state of confusion, and for the first time he was a little unsure.

Ron would be so cruel that he would kill himself if he made the slightest move.

The glass facing the street was broken, and a cool breeze blew in from the window.

"If you must think so, yes!"

"Click" the lock fell off.

Sandy looked embarrassed.

"Zhizhi..."

"Why run?"

The man was tall and burly, with a calm expression, without any trace of panic, as if the person he caught was not him.

Mudd, your teammates are really cheating.

"Damn, what the hell are you looking at? You must be hiding something? Tell me!"

Things in the room were neatly arranged, and the bed in the bedroom showed signs of sleeping on it.

"FBI, put your hands up!"

"Fuck you!"

"Resist, resist, resist..."

Probably even he didn't expect to meet two FBI agents in the motel.

There was so much excitement outside the corridor just now that Sandy didn't even shoot a single shot?

Ron quietly broke into a cold sweat.

The bullet passed through Anton's head, and red and white stuff splashed all over the face of Sandy who rushed up.

Taking a deep breath, he waited quietly for the other party to open the door.

in the room.

Ron stared intently at the man. If the man pulled out a gun and resisted, he would just kill the guy and save the government a judicial expense.

"Bang!"

"Stop talking nonsense, go back and search the motel to see if there are any accomplices."

The sound came from another room.

He hooked the box out, not forgetting to carefully restore the wooden boards on the ceiling.

Anton was shot twice more in the chest.

Then Ron entered the room opened by Llewelyn.

At the right time, the sound of the door opening suddenly sounded outside the corridor.

Ron looked towards the ceiling.

Sandy's voice sounded outside the corridor.

Finally, he wiped the chair and put it back in its place.

The blood on the man's face naturally dried up, making him look a little scary.

"Slowly unbuckle your seat belt. I don't want you to do anything else. Of course, if you want to do something else, I'll be more than happy to kill you."

The guy with the long hair was shot four times.

Although one of them was a bad guy, the other's marksmanship was surprisingly accurate.

Because Sandy's room is on the other side.

Llewelyn remained silent, just looking at Ron silently.

First the three drug dealers, then Llewelyn, and finally Anton.

Is this still the police?

He is simply more ruthless than the murderous demon himself!

Two gunshots were fired and tires exploded.

Ron looked at Sandy in the car speechlessly.

Without any hesitation, Ron backed away from the wall.

Llewelyn blinked innocently.

He saw a ventilation duct.

"Resist, resist, resist..."

"Fuck, fuck..."

There was an M40A1 wooden sniper rifle in the car. This model of rifle is usually used for hunting.

"Bang bang!"

Ron stood in the middle of the room, quietly scanned the room and then exited.

"Kneel down and hold your head."

Ron thought of the two wanted posters he had seen on TV.

Suddenly, the gap under the wooden door turned dark and then light.

"Don't move, raise your hands."

He was shot in the right arm and waist, and his figure was shaky. Ron guessed that he should have been shot through the wooden door just now.

"Bang!"

"It doesn't matter."

Sandy's crazy yelling and cursing sounded.

The doorframe blew overhead.

"what is it call?"

"What happened to the gun?"

However, before he could take aim and pull the trigger.

After a long while, he said: "If you must think that we are related, please provide evidence."

Ron guessed that Sandy heard the gunshots here, walked out of the room, and exchanged fire with people outside.

Anton's hands and feet were shot.

He slowly pushed open the drug dealer's room.

Ron sneered, "Hey, you got the wrong person. We are not the police. No, we are not the ordinary FBI. Most of the time, we don't need evidence."

He held a spring gun in his right hand, with the muzzle pointing toward the ground.

Ron searched the pickup truck.

There was a crisp sound of glass and the car siren sounded.

Ron pulled the trigger without hesitation, wood chips flew everywhere, and the bullet shot through the wooden door.

Seeing that there was no danger, Sandy rushed over bravely.

Sandy drove the car and rushed out of the motel, arriving late.

His right hand was handcuffed to the iron bed, and the other hand took the beer handed to him by Ron, and took a big gulp.

"What's the relationship with the wanted criminal Anton? He seems to be looking for you!"

Ron rushed out after him, holding his gun evenly, taking a deep breath and aiming.

Sandy shrugged and drove back to the hotel.

"Don't shoot, I'm willing to cooperate!"

A faint sound sounded, and the man slowly loosened his seat belt.

He moved the wooden chair over, stood on it and pushed aside the wooden boards on the ceiling.

The sound of car alarms is distracting.

Maybe he couldn't hear it at all.

"I...I thought there was going to be a great car chase, but obviously, there's no need for that now. I have to say, your marksmanship is pretty damn accurate."

Sandy was furious, and then gave Llewelyn a hard look.

"Boom boom!"

Not as good as remembering the danger of bullets passing overhead.

Ron had shot his hands and feet, and blood was oozing out from the wounds.

There was an inconspicuous shoe print on the chair.

Ron opened the wooden door with three large holes, held a gun in both hands, and rolled out.

Two drug dealers died in the room, and one drug dealer died in the bathroom, with blood flowing all over the floor.

In an inconspicuous place, Ron saw traces of movement.

Ron shouted, and the man in the car raised his hands obediently.

Ron stood in the center of the house, his gaze slowly sweeping over.

Intensive gunfire rang out.

The man knelt on the ground, and Ron took out the handcuffs and put them on the man.

"You can't lie to me, there must be something between you two."

"All right!"

I can't see my face clearly, but it's very miserable.

"FBI, put your hands up!"

"Crunch!"

As expected, he is the murderer Anton Chigurh.

"anti!"

Ron walked over with two open bottles of beer in his hand, and handed one of them to the man.

Anton thought that Ron would be hesitant and merciless like ordinary police officers, but he obviously had the wrong person.

I didn't expect it, I never expected it.

The door lock was broken from the outside.

The room was so tidy, Llewelyn didn't look like someone who disliked cleanliness.

He shook his head to quickly recover from the dizziness.

The brakes make a loud and squeaky sound.

There was a slight sound of the door opening.

"Llewellyn Moss."

"boom!"

Otherwise, there is nothing of value.

Sandy was upset, "Hey, man, you doubt my ability."

Anton looked stunned.

"come out!"

Ron looked at Llewelyn coldly.

A figure with blood dripping from his trouser legs appeared in front of him.

He fell to the ground unwillingly, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in silence.

There was a crisp sound.

"Fear!"

Then a cruel smile suddenly appeared on Anton's face, and he was about to pull the spring gun to kill Ron.

Ron on the ground narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Anton took a deep breath and was about to pull the trigger unwillingly.

The sawdust hit my head and it hurt.

"Three drug dealers died in the next room. It was probably Anton who killed them. It looked more like a fight between drug dealers. As for him, he was just a disaster."

A man with curly hair, wearing a shirt and jeans, is sitting in the driver's seat.

Ron sat across from the man and looked at the man carefully.

The man walked out very cooperatively.

Anton's body shook, and there was a loud muffled sound.

Anton's ferocious face was full of astonishment.

There were also guns left on the ground.

So the situation must have been urgent at that time, so the marks on the chair were not wiped.

"Officer, I really have nothing to say."

Ron quickly chased after him with a gun in both hands.

"What are you doing?"

The gunfire came from the hallway at the door of the next room.

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled.

Ron took a step forward and opened the car door.

His eyes were fixed on the door, and his heart was beating fast.

There was a muffled groan at the door.

His appearance is exactly the same as the photo on the wanted poster.

The ventilation duct leads to the drug dealer's room, and a brown leather suitcase lies quietly at the deepest part of the ventilation duct.

Llewelyn is about 1.8 meters tall, and he still needs to stand on a chair at his height.

Holding the Glock pistol tightly in his right hand, he quietly walked to the wooden door, took a deep breath, and waited quietly.

The sound of the car's engine started, and a silver pickup truck rushed out of the motel.

White smoke rose up repeatedly as the tires rubbed against the ground.

"Well!"

Just then, Sandy walked in.

If his marksmanship hadn't been accurate enough, he might have been on the street by now.

"There are accomplices!"

"Resist!"

"Yeah?"

"This should be!"

"Bang!"

"Keep an eye on him, I'll go take a look."

My eyes finally rested on the wooden chair.

"Anton, the wanted criminal, also had the same misunderstanding as you, so he thought I would hesitate, and he died as a result."

Ron left the room and learned from the hotel owner that the three groups arrived at the hotel more than an hour apart.

Except for the four shots just now.

The windshield shattered due to the violent impact and cut his cheek. Blood flowed from his cheek and dyed his shirt red.

Sitting on the sofa again, he opened the box and saw a box full of brand-new knives. Ron took a deep breath.

"call……"

After a long time, Ron exhaled a breath of thick air, his heart beating uncontrollably.

He closed the box, looking uncertain.

(End of chapter)