Ember Gun

  Chapter 422 Gestures

  Not too long was left for Kestrel to think, and during this precious time, he did not say anything useful, but directly cursed.

   "You come for real!"

The shotgun Kestrel is too familiar. Although it is a new imitation, in my memory, this firearm has broken countless monsters. What's more interesting is that you never know Luo. What kind of ammunition had Renzo's neurosis stuffed in it.

The    may be a deer bomb or a dragon's breath bomb, but no matter what it contains, if you hit yourself at this distance, you will probably die.

"Feel sorry!"

   Irene finally said, pulling the trigger, Irene knocked out.

  After a gunshot, the ejected bullets shattered the things in front of them, the table was overturned, and the walls were splashed with dust.

  Under this huge recoil, Irene almost fell. She had already made enough preparations. In the end, it was still like this. Irene couldn't imagine how Lorenzo used this gun.

  Due to the interference of the final recoil, she missed and looked forward again. She had lost the trace of the Kestrel. There was only a small amount of blood on the ground. It seemed that the Kestrel's movements were still quite fast.

  Searching in the room, it is not very big, and there are not many places for Kestrel to hide. Irene quickly looked behind the closet.

   "Moon! Are you still alive?"

   she asked again.

  The Kestrel was squatting in the corner after the closet. Now Irene had the killer and the spare weapons in the cello box. There was only a fruit knife and a **** fruit knife beside him.

  So why didn’t Lorenzo’s box be locked!

  Kestrel cursed in his heart.

   Just like when people are unlucky, they will be wronged. Now Kestrel can only use Lorenzo to vent his anger.

  How to scold him, it seemed that he couldn't change the fact that he was going to be killed, his heart was beating violently, and the surroundings fell into a strange calm.

  Not good!

  It's too quiet, Irene hasn't made a sound since just now, and can't judge her location by herself.

  Almost at the same moment, the bullet pierced the closet, sawdust flew across, and smashed pieces hit his head.

  The gunshots are very close, as if they are close by their side.

   "I said Irene, we can still talk about it, right? What do you want?"

  Kestrel’s voice came from behind the closet, and Erinto slowly approached holding Winchester, a weird smile appeared on her face.

   "Yo, Moon, are you still alive? Are you injured?"

"What do you think?"

   Both became sinister and cunning.

   "So, are you interested in talking? Irene, you can't change anything by killing me, right."

  Kestrel’s voice seemed a bit rush and suppressed. It seemed that he was injured. Realizing this, the smile on Irene's face grew stronger.

"Lorenzo is in charge now. I'm just a pendant. No matter what you want, you should talk to Lorenzo. And if you kill me, do you think you can escape Lorenzo's revenge? "Kestrel began to threaten Irene.

   "Don't look at it like this, I have a fateful friendship with Lorenzo anyway, you also see his strength...you...are you not afraid of my brother?"

  It sounds like the Kestrel is really panicking, and all the messy things are starting to say.

   "Sounds pretty good, but it's a pity that our purpose is different... at least slightly different."

   Irene slowed down and approached quietly.

  "What is the specific difference! Tell me about it, seek common ground while reserving differences!"

  "Do you know? Some things are unclear," Irene thought for a while, "At least I don't understand you, you are too stupid."

   "Is that so?"

  'S voice sounded, but this time Kestrel's voice did not come from behind the closet, Irene's face changed slightly, and then a sharp cold light swept across her face.

The fruit knife flew for a distance and then nailed to the wall. Irene had a gloomy face, and the breath of death still echoed around her neck. If she hadn't avoided it in time, this blow might have cut her own. Throat.

Kestrel is indeed a somewhat stupid dog, but this dog is a little different from other dogs. It is strong and has fangs in its mouth. If necessary, it can even bite back and forth with monsters. , Triumphant blood covered in blood.

  This attack took a while, and the Kestrel rushed forward at the same time the fruit knife was thrown out. Irene could only see a group of black shadows, and was knocked to the ground by the Kestrel.

After all,    is a high-ranking knight who cleans up organs. Maybe his intelligence is not enough, but his physical stamina must be full.

   "Smelly woman, I must sign with you today."

   knocked Irene over, Kestrel was also a little uncomfortable, he got up slowly, coughing a few times in pain.

   After being hit by him like this, Irene felt that her whole body was hurting, but she stood up and found that in the impact just now, Winchester had dropped her hands and fell between the two.

   "Learn smart."

  Eileen praised the Kestrel, and the next moment she rushed towards Winchester, at the same time the Kestrel also moved.

   "I don't want to beat a woman, don't force me."

  Although he said so, judging from the momentum of Kestrel's punching, he didn't keep his hands at all.

   "Is this a gentleman?"

  "This is called moral quality."

  The two wrestled together again, and because of the injury, both of them were very vigilant.

What the Kestrel has to do is to hold Irene, no matter what she has intrigue, as long as she drags Lorenzo or others back, Irene will be defeated. Irene also knows this, in order to understand the handcuffs and paralysis. Hayabusa, she has wasted too much time. She looks relaxed now, but in fact she is extremely urgent.

  Eileen gave up the defense completely, hitting back and forth with both fists, but because of the wound, the movement range was not very large. The Kestrel raised one hand to defend the wound, one hand dropped, and she was always ready to fight back.

   "So Irene, what are you thinking about?"

  Kestrel looked at the somewhat embarrassed woman in front of him. He couldn't see through her thoughts, like a muddy mystery.

"guess?"

Irene rushed in as she spoke. She grabbed the Kestrel's head with both hands, and then lifted her knees to try to hit the Kestrel, but was blocked by the Kestrel's stretched out hand. At the same time, she had another hand protecting the wound. Launched an offensive.

This is just a disguise. It can be used for defense or offense. This sudden change is beyond Irene’s imagination. She thought that after the previous battle, the Kestrel would have been defending the wound, but obviously He didn't think so at all, or he didn't think about it at all.

  Kestrel is stupid and pure. Sometimes this is not a strategy, but an intuition between life and death.

   "The lucky kestrel in front of you!"

  No one knows whether this is lucky or rich experience. In short, every time Kestrel can come back alive, this time is the same.

The fist slammed down and forced Irene back. She stumbled. It seemed that the injury was serious. The Kestrel on the opposite side approached again. After working in the cleaning agency for so long, Kestrel knew one thing very well. Compared with how many people can turn over, the most important thing is how many fights can be resisted.

  It looks like the Kestrel is about to be killed by Irene, but he feels just right and in great condition.

   "I underestimated you."

   Irene responded, she avoided the boxing sideways, grabbed the Kestrel's arm and slammed him down, but at the same time, Kestrel grabbed Irene's hand and fell to the ground with her.

  She quickly changed her strategy, with her feet crossing the Kestrel’s arms and pressing against his neck and chest, her hands tightly confining Kestrel’s wounded arm, and then she pulled her hips vigorously.

  Kestrel let out a painful whisper for a while.

  "Stop struggling, Moon."

  Eileen twisted vigorously, the wound healed by the Kestrel was torn apart, and the whole arm looked slightly bent, as if it would be broken by Irene in the next second.

  The blood overflowed, and the Kestrel turned his head slightly, looking at Irene angrily, his mouth slightly opened, as if to say something.

   "What do you want to say?"

   Irene continued to provoke.

   "I said... you fucking!"

  Kestrel cursed angrily.

   Accompanied by the curse, Irene was lifted up for an instant, and even she herself was lost for a while because of the great change.

She is too light, and she is still very different from Kestrel in size. Kestrel grabbed her leg with one hand and lifted Irene off the ground without any assistance. Irene fiercely With hard work, Kestrel's entire arm began to deform, but Kestrel seemed to feel no pain.

  He stood up.

  Eileen hung on him like a monkey. The next moment the Kestrel slammed into the wall. Irene felt that she was hit by a carriage head-on, but she did not let go.

  If it doesn’t work once, it’s the second and third time.

  Kestrel is like a furious beast. He repeatedly hit the wall until Irene was relieved, until she fell off herself.

   "Ah...ha..."

  Both were exhausted, but the Kestrel won. He slowly turned around, fetched a chair casually, and prepared to give Irene the final blow.

  A dark muzzle can greet him.

  Eileen fell, but the place where she fell was just near Winchester. She raised her gun. Although embarrassed, the scale of victory turned towards her.

   "I won, Moon."

  Winchester’s muzzle pointed at Kestrel’s head, this time Kestrel had no strength to dodge, he was dead.

  Kestrel said nothing, he was exhausted.

"goodbye."

   Irene said, but at the last moment when she pulled the trigger, she shifted the muzzle down slightly, the bullet hit the Kestrel’s abdomen, and the impact directly knocked him down, lying down like a corpse.

  At this point, the room finally calmed down.

  After all this was done, Irene let go of Winchester. She lay weakly on the floor, looking at the ceiling and wondering what she was thinking.

  Her eyes were a little red, as if she was about to cry, but in the end she still failed to cry.

  Eileen got up strenuously. In the impact she had just hit, it was unclear what she had hit. Her bare arms and thighs were all scratches, as well as some deep scratches.

She picked up a coat and turned over Lorenzo’s cello box again. It was strange. The box was full of cold weapons except Winchester. Irene didn’t know what weapon to take. Finally, She picked a folding knife.

  Walking to the door, she was just about to unscrew the door and leave, but her eyes seemed a little hesitant. She turned back and dialed the phone. After a short busy tone, the hotel front desk picked up the phone.

"Hello."

  The voice at the front desk was trembling. She apparently heard the gunshots just now, but this operation was a full-service North Delo service, which did not disturb too many people.

   "I need a doctor here."

"I see."

After hung up the phone, Irene walked to the door again. When she passed the mirror, she arranged her clothes in the mirror, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then put it on her lips as lipstick, and then simply combed the mess. s hair.

   "Bye bye, moon, I hope you can survive."

   Glancing at the unidentified Kestrel, Irene turned around and twisted the handle of the door. It was also at this time that a figure stood up shaky behind her.

Irene heard the slight noise, she turned her head abruptly, but the Kestrel was faster than her this time, the chair hit her head directly, and the big chair of the Kestrel smashed directly onto Irene’s. On the head.

  Under the strong dizziness, Irene finally couldn't hold it, she softened and fell down.

   "Lucky will not favor fools."

  Kestrel's face was disdainful, the clothing on his abdomen had been smashed in a direct hit by the bullet, but underneath it was not a body of flesh and blood, but a layer of body armor.

  After returning alive from the desperate situation, the Kestrel became more careful. Since knowing this terrible job, even if he is not comfortable sleeping, he will wear a body armor.

  Although everyone said that he was really bulleted, this thing is useless, but it is somewhat of a psychological comfort.

  Strongly lifted the body armor, the skin underneath was red and swollen, and there were some abrasions.

  It is reasonable to say that this thing cannot stop Winchester's frontal hit, but it is clear that Irene did not notice these things.

  Kestrel lowered his body and picked up a bullet from the floor. When Irene shot for the first time, he realized what was going on.

   "Lorenzo, you bastard."

  He cursed in a low voice, then dropped the rubber bullet in his hand.

  I don’t know if I should thank Irene for her non-killing grace, or something else. If she shoots her head, even with a rubber bullet, the Kestrel will undoubtedly die.

  Thinking so, Kestrel kicked Irene who was unconscious again, and spit a **** spit on her.

   Going aside cursingly, he lifted the overturned sofa, and found the unfinished book from a pile of debris and debris.

  Kestrel looked very comfortable, and poured himself a glass of wine.

  After thinking for a while, he walked up to Irene again, took a tissue and wiped off his spit, and then used the phone line to tie Irene's tightly and set it aside.

  Kestrel himself sat back on the sofa, read the book, and put Winchester in his hand.

  After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

   At the Kestrel's signal, the doctor slowly pushed open the door, looking into a mess, with blood stains.

  "Do you need a doctor?"

  The doctor glanced at the embarrassed Kestrel. This guy was biting on a bandage and simply bandaging his arm. While bandaging, he was still reading a book.

   "No, it's not me."

  Kestrel replied, and he pointed at Irene who was left aside.

   "She needs a doctor, the illness...probably a concussion."

  (End of this chapter)