Hidden Assassin

"Can you... still run?"

That simple punch brought an unbelievably huge impact, the door on that side sank, and the whole car swung to the side with a loud bang, as if it had been swung by a hammer weighing several tons. Open, the glass on all sides was turned into a sky full of debris in this violent impact, and they rushed to everyone's body. When Jia Ming lay on the broken car window and showed a smiling face inside, and said these words, Ying Zifeng looked at the figure, his teeth were chattering, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Although he also knew that there were some people who had trained their strength to the limit and could barely achieve the effect in front of them, but they definitely didn't have the impact of thundering like the thunder in front of them. Ying Zifeng was frightened out of his wits, but the people next to him reacted after a short shock and turned their guns to Jia Ming's side, Jia Ming's guns in both hands had already stretched out from the window. He came in and pressed on the foreheads of the two people next to him.

boom----

Blood spilled all over the car.

At close range, the destructive power of the modified large-caliber pistol in Jiaming's hand was exerted to the extreme. Two heads and even shoulders exploded. The whole body was covered with blood and broken flesh. At this moment, he just stared blankly at Jiaming's muzzle, his teeth chattering, raised his left hand and patted his body once, and then patted again. The blood red stained his palm, why? I can't shoot it off, it seems that I am going to be stupid.

Hundreds of people at the exit of the market stared blankly at the scene here, not knowing when. It was as quiet as night.

The next moment, the bullets sparked on the ground, and on the road farther away, more than 20 police cars turned around the street corner over there in a mighty manner, rushing towards this side, and a sniper leaned out on the roof, aiming Over here, Jia Ming lowered his head, and a bullet whizzed past his head. His two guns were aimed at Ying Zifeng in the carriage, and the other two surviving agents did not dare to move.

"Why are you running so fast, I've always wanted to talk to you..."

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

Finish this sentence. He took two steps back, then turned around and rushed into the chaotic crowd in the vegetable market, and disappeared without a trace in a moment. In the chaos of the crowd, there were more than 20 police cars. Finally approached the bloody taxi.

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

A person sitting next to him whispered to the other side, frowned, and leaned over again: "I'm afraid...it's hard to say, what he said was to give Ying Zifeng ten minutes to explain his funeral, maybe it was to let Ying Zifeng He felt even greater fear, Ying Zifeng he... has almost been frightened out of his wits..."

"Uh..." Fang Zhitian was taken aback for a moment, "Ten minutes...he is now and no one knows where Jiaming is.

When more than twenty police cars arrived, Ying Zifeng, who was in a semi-demented state, was dragged out of the car, and after talking with the remaining two agents. Immediately, other manpower still behind were sent to search the vicinity, but of course, there was no result. And the agent belonging to Ye Lian's team who originally followed all the way to the rear and sent the live broadcast back, had completely lost track of his target at this time.

Jiaming left a ten-minute countdown, no one knew what he would do, as a policeman, he naturally thought that there were more than 20 cars on his side. With light and heavy weapons, you can be invincible in this city. But the Secret Service doesn't think so. However, no matter how big the gap between the two sides' estimates of the enemy's strength is. They have to do things now, that is to say, there are two roads in front of them, one is to escort Ying Zifeng to the police station, and the other is to escort him to the hiding place of the secret agents. And since the agents belonging to Ying Haisheng are already on their way, they decided to concentrate all their efforts and send Ying Zifeng to the Public Security Bureau first. If the other party can take down the entire Municipal Public Security Bureau alone---uh , this kind of thinking is actually meaningless...

The convoy drove on the road in a mighty manner. A few minutes later, it merged with several bulletproof vehicles driven by special agents, and transferred Ying Zifeng to the back seat of the vehicle. At this time, just slightly realized: "He will come...he will come...where are we now, what time is it...I asked what time..."

He snatched an agent's watch and looked at the time, then tremblingly asked: "How many minutes have passed? How many minutes has passed?" Looking desperately out of the window, the agent next to him comforted: "It's okay, Mr. Ying, I promise I'm fine, you can see that the front and back are our people, and he didn't do anything just now, so it can be seen that he didn't target you, or..."

"What's all right! What's all right! Ah?" The blood-red Ying Zifeng almost cried out, "Isn't he here to kill me? He's not here to kill me! He's not targeting me, is he targeting you! All around are our people... what about the side of the road, those people on the side of the road are also our people!?"

Pointing at the pedestrians on the side of the road and yelling, he fell into such a state of hysteria, and no one else could do anything about it. In addition, he was a little nervous about the ten-minute deadline, so he was paying attention to the situation on the side of the road. The convoy turned to the next crossroads, the towering building, the driver of the police car in the front suddenly lowered his head and looked at the sky: "What is that..."

The policemen in the front row and back row loaded the bullets in unison. When they looked up, there was a small pink dot that appeared first, and it gradually became larger.

"Plastic bag..."

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

"Remote control plane..."

With a high degree of vigilance, people in the front and rear vehicles also saw that something was wrong in the sky above the street. One, two, three...more than dozens of toy remote control helicopters lined up, "buzzing" Flying towards the convoy.

In a bulletproof car. Ying Zifeng opened his mouth, looked down at the remote control planes of different colors, and widened his eyes: "He is here, he is here..." As he spoke, he rushed towards the car door, "He is here 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 by the side of the road, and a total of 20 policemen rushed to both sides of the road with guns in hand. This road is not considered prosperous, and there are not many pedestrians on the side of the road. When they saw this scene like an anti-terrorism movie, they subconsciously Run away quickly. .

The police looked at the floors on both sides, looking for targets. Snipers opened the roof and helicopters hovered over the convoy.

At that moment, Ying Zifeng opened the car door hysterically, and jumped out when the agents stopped him.

"He's on the roof..." A policeman across the street spoke into the intercom. Muzzle raised. Pointing to the top of the building here.

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

After struggling a few times, Ying Zifeng got up from the ground, and the agents behind him chased him down.

The first remote-controlled aircraft fell and smashed into the window of the police car driving ahead.

top floor.

With 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 for a moment by this sigh, and the sky above the street. The circling remote control plane began to fall downwards, countless eyes followed these toys, and someone began to issue an order: "Shoot, destroy those toys." Ying Zifeng who rushed out of the car was pulled by the agent and struggled hard.

And then...the explosion overturned the police car!

The remote-controlled plane fell to the ground, rumbling violent explosions followed in an instant, and the air waves rolled. They overturned the car. Some driving police cars were suddenly pushed out, amidst the flames. Billows of smoke filled the streets. Ying Zifeng, who was completely confused about the situation and fell into a panic, broke free from the pull of others, and rushed to the place he thought was safe in the air waves...

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

At the same time, Ying Zifeng rushed into the building that was still under renovation.

"Tear gas!"

"Help someone--"

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

Seen from the sky, smoke and dust billowed on the road between the two rows of buildings, and flames ignited on the exploded car. All the vehicles were in chaos, and the agents chased Ying Zifeng and rushed into the building. Some of them immediately When they started to save people in the smoke, more police officers rushed towards the building with guns.

run! run! run!

Maybe he was frightened by the hint of Jiaming's death, and at the same time scared out of his potential, Ying Zifeng ran wildly in the unfinished building, halls, corridors, rooms, nothing could stop him from escaping At this moment, he just wanted to escape from the footsteps chasing behind him and find a place to hide. The blood, flesh and mucus that covered his head, face and body seemed to tell him that even if there were many people, it was meaningless.

The agents behind reached out to grab him several times, but they couldn't catch him.

Wooden frames, plastic barrels, cardboard boxes, and discarded lunch boxes, the crowd chased past in the corridors. Finally, Ying Zifeng stepped on a steel pipe, slipped suddenly, and threw himself on the ground. The agent in the rear jumped up and threw him on the ground: "Mr. Ying, we are now..."

tread----

Footsteps sounded at the entrance of the corridor ahead, and that figure pulled a rope and fell to the ground.

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

Several agents chasing after raised their different weapons. Then, violent gunshots rang through the entire building.

Flames splattered, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and a mirror placed in the dark over there shattered into powder amidst the crazy gunshots. The next moment, blood splashed all over Ying Zifeng's body again. "ah----"

During the shooting from both sides of the corridor, Ying Zifeng got up desperately. He rushed back in the direction he came from, and when he ran past several agents, a person was shot and flew out backwards. It seemed that he was running at almost the same speed, and he could even see clearly that the person flew up into the air slightly Blinking movements and contorted expressions.

Leaving those agents to shoot at Death, he screamed and rushed out of this corridor. In a hall ahead, several figures seemed to have seen him and wanted to rush towards him. With a frightened expression on his face, he froze and fell to the ground. The next moment, he struggled frantically to get up again, and ran in another direction where there was no one. He felt severe pain in his shoulder. I don't know if it was a stray bullet or something that pierced his shoulder blades. He shook his body and continued running desperately. In front of him was the stairs leading to the second floor...

At least for now. He was already frightened mad by the exploding human body and the blood all over his body.

It was unspeakable chaos.

Follow the figure with the gun to advance in the building. Amidst bursts of gunshots, the flowers of death are constantly blooming. Here, the number of people can no longer represent an advantage. When the precise marksmanship and sensitive reaction are brought into full play, he becomes the god of death, and any object that moves back and forth in his field of vision , were destroyed immediately, with the explosion in the exchange of fire, the stairwell collapsed. Blocked most of the police below. Without support, the sound of gunfire and explosions on the second floor subsided suddenly. Ying Zifeng was shot in the leg, leaning against the side of the corridor, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from screaming. Amidst the sound of footsteps, a figure at the end of the corridor suddenly Appear. He was then sent flying by bullets. He turned his head, and the nightmare-like figure held a gun in his hand. Come slowly.

"ah……"

Amidst the hoarse cry, Ying Zifeng scrambled and struggled towards the fork in the T-shaped corridor. A grenade was thrown from Jiaming's hand, and the corridor at the other end exploded with billowing air waves, and the flames marked that area as a restricted area. Ying Zifeng turned the corner and desperately crawled towards the third corridor.

On the deserted street outside, a person in charge of the police station directed others to climb up to the second floor. Hearing the sound of the explosion, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I don't even know what's going on...that second son of the Ying family... Who did you offend..."

Blood gushed out from his thigh, drawing a long line of blood on the ground. Ying Zifeng crawled until he was powerless, and listened to the footsteps behind him: "Ten minutes have passed, are you ready?"

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

The figure holding the gun smiled: "Drug trafficking can be shot, you want me not to kill you, that girl just disturbed your interest in recruiting prostitutes, why don't you want to not kill her..."

"Do not kill me……"

Scrambling forward on the ground, Ying Zifeng could only say these words trembling all over his body. Suddenly, the muzzle of the gun behind him was raised, and a figure appeared at the end of the corridor. He raised his hand, trying to show his friendliness.

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

"Uncle Fang..." Ying Zifeng looked at the approaching figure for a long while, and finally murmured a word.

"I'll kill him and it'll be over."

"You know it's not that simple."

The conversation sound reminded me of being in the corridor, Ying Zifeng suddenly seemed to gain strength again, and crawled forward frantically: "Uncle Fang, help! Uncle Fang..." He was as fragile as a child at this time, even though his family He is not very close to Fang's family, even though he doesn't have much affection for Fang Zhitian, but the presence of this leader who has awakened Yanhuang here can indeed give people great courage. Approaching Ying Zifeng, Fang Zhitian stretched out his left hand: "Give me your hand, and I will save you."

Ying Zifeng, who was crawling on the ground, stretched out his right hand and held it up.

Fang Zhitian put his right hand behind his back, and when he took it out again, he raised a half-meter-long sharp saber, and the light of the knife cut across the air.

"ah--------"

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

"So you have to give me a little bargaining chip 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 muttering this sentence, he cut off the severed arm Passed the knife to Cui Guohua behind him, and then kicked Ying Zifeng away. While Ye Lian was bandaging the howling Ying Zifeng's broken arm, he raised his head.

"You know, it's very difficult for me to make it like this today." The middle-aged man smiled, "However, I want to say that there is still a possibility of redemption. So... I want to talk about... "

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