My Hard-Working Skills Were Exposed, And The Police Asked Me To File For The Record

Chapter 76: The Flying Needle Shows Its Power, Killing Several People with Raised Hands!

Carl Wen's pupils dilated, and thoughts turned in his mind.

Fang Hao never really wanted to join the organization, all of this...all of this is a trap set by him and the police!

After seeing Liu Guang again, he was able to determine Fang Hao's purpose.

But now... It seems that even if you know all this, it is already too late.

He turned around immediately, with a sudden force on his calf, he jumped to one side, and shouted: "Rakes, be careful!"

Rakes also obviously spotted the streamer, but he didn't have enough time to dodge like his companions.

Just when he wanted to turn to God and avoid the streamer, the streamer had already come to him.

There was no time to dodge, he felt in an instant, as if the stream of light had come to his neck, and then dipped into his neck.

In an instant, it seemed that something passed through the neck and flew out.

The strength of the body is being drained rapidly, and an inexplicable, never-before-seen feeling emerges.

That was the feeling that he was familiar with, yet extremely strange... Gradually walking towards death.

Breathing seems to be a little difficult, the body is out of control, and the thoughts of the brain are stopping and converging.

thump.

He fell heavily to the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling with a pair of dark brown eyes.

Horror, inconceivable, and frightened emotions continued to flow until the pupils became gray and lost their spirits, and the convulsions of the body stopped, and they lost their minds and became dazed.

"Fang Hao is a traitor! Kill him!"

Carl Wen witnessed all this, and his heart was already occupied by shock.

As far as he could see, he saw Fang Hao standing on the edge of the stairs on the second floor, as if he was holding something between his hands.

Until now, he has not fully figured out what Fang Hao's attack method is.

But he was sure that it was definitely not a bow and crossbow, absolutely not!

Because, there was never such a thing in Fang Hao's hands.

But what would it be if he didn't use a bow and crossbow? Could it be that he used his hands?

How is this possible!

Fang Hao must have some kind of hidden weapon, capable of causing such an extremely destructive, yet very hidden weapon!

But the current situation does not allow him to continue to think deeply.

He quickly got up, hiding in the blind spot of Fang Hao's viewing angle 890, and raised the gun in his hand, always ready to send Fang Hao out of this world.

The other killers in the room reacted immediately after hearing Carl Wen's words, and all turned their guns.

More than a dozen black guns were aimed at the stairs on the second floor, where Fang Hao was standing, and Ritong pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang!

Da da da!

Intense, dense gunfire hit.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Hao immediately squatted down and flashed to one side.

He huddled in the corner, and the gunshots sounded in his ears like reminders.

Constantly urging to kill those annoying flies below.

Yes, only by killing everyone here can he escape.

If Officer Liang showed up later, the group of people found the car later.

So when the police rushed into the gate, he cooperated with the flying needle technique to assist the police in catching these people together.

But sometimes things are like this, and it is impossible for everything to go as he had imagined before.

Fortunately, Fang Hao also knew this, so he didn't go to rest at all, but was mentally tense and prepared all the time.

There was already a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, the pores on his face were completely opened at this moment, and the muscles on his face were trembling unnaturally.

Immediately afterwards, he took a deep breath, feeling the inexplicable power in his body, mobilizing with his thoughts, and condensing in front of his fingers along with his body.

He stood up suddenly, his eyes fixed on the two killers who were shooting, and before they could react, he shot out the needle in his hands in an instant!

Whoosh~

The two beams of light shot out without air resistance and unimpeded throwing, and they reached the choked throats of the two killers in an instant, and passed through!

Fang Hao didn't pay attention to the state of the two, and immediately retracted his body, and continued to move towards the other side.

"But the second floor intercepted him! Go!"

Carl Wen was directing hoarsely again, with a little panic and tension in his voice.

bang bang bang.

Tread Tread.

The gunshots were still ringing out, mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Fang Hao pinched the two needles again, and the chill in his eyes was about to overflow.

With the help of the already enhanced five senses, Fang Hao easily judged the approximate location of each killer who shot, and naturally knew how to dodge bullets, and where to appear so that he would not be shot immediately.

Without hesitation, he immediately appeared on the stairs, and threw the needle in his hand towards the two killers climbing up the stairs again!

Plop, plop.

The two killers fell backwards, and even the killers behind them also fell down.

In a blink of an eye, Fang Hao had already caught the other two needles, and threw them again towards the two killers who were shooting.

Plop, plop.

The originally violent gunshots became weak at this moment, and sporadic sounded.

The twitching, struggling corpses, and the scene that seemed to make their eyes go out, constantly stimulated Carl Wen's nerves.

His whole body was tense to the extreme, his face was almost dull, and the shock in his eyes couldn't be added.

What the hell is going on!

How can Fang Hao be so strong!

He is obviously just a small character who can use weapons, and he is obviously a character that they can manipulate and control at will.

But now, he turned into the god of death, harvesting the gods of death of the members of the organization present.

How many secrets did Fang Hao hide?

Carl Wen now only feels that the organization framed Fang Hao, which seems to be the worst thing the organization has done in recent years.

From the current point of view, the fact is indeed the case.

If Fang Hao had not been recruited into the organization, everything would not have happened today.

However, it was too late.

He didn't have time to do anything to remedy it.

The only way now is to kill Fang Hao! Make up for the loss!

Thinking of this, he immediately flashed out of the blind spot, picked up the pistol, aimed at the place where Fang Hao's head emerged, and quickly pulled the trigger.

bang bang!

clang clang!

Two yellow bullets turned into streamers of light and headed towards Fang Hao's position.

But Fang Hao seemed to have expected it, dodged in advance, dodged, and quickly got down on the ground, using the second floor to hide.

damn!

Damn Fang Hao!

Carl's teeth were about to shatter, but it didn't help.

"Trash, a bunch of trash! Kill him quickly!" He was powerless, shouted angrily, growled, and kept pulling the trigger with his fingers, as if venting his anger.

Whoosh~

Another two piercing sounds came.

Two more killers clutched their necks, fell to the ground and twitched, and were about to face death.

Carl Wen's tense nerves couldn't stand the slightest stimulation. He rolled over on the spot, picked up two pistols, and fired at the location on the second floor one after another.

bang bang bang.

Gunshots rang out one after another, but he was like a master of body contouring, as if every shot could be predicted by Fang Hao, and he was barely dodged by Fang Hao.

At this time.

That faint, but like the sound of the god of death coming, sounded again.

Carl Wen watched helplessly, and the only two remaining killers threw away the guns in their hands less than a second later, raised their hands to cover their necks with a horrified expression, their bodies collapsed weakly, convulsed, and twitched.

Ka Ka Ka.

Both pistols were empty, but he was still pulling the trigger.

The smell of gunpowder, gunpowder smoke, and a touch of blood are intertwined and blended together, almost crazily drilled (bbad) into the nose.

He picked up a pistol again, clenched his hands tightly, pointed the muzzle at the second floor, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fang Hao! Come out!"

He was panting heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down his cheeks, and he kept turning the muzzle of his gun, always ready to pull the trigger when he saw Fang Hao's head emerging.

However, he didn't pay any attention to him, the living room was eerily quiet, almost dead silent.

No drip no drip no drip.

In such a quiet state, the sound of sirens outside the house is so harsh.

Already... can't escape.

There were so many policemen outside, it was impossible for him to escape.

Of course, he was ready to be caught or shot by the police.

But before that, he had to kill Fang Hao, he had to kill this person who could "manipulate at will"!

Thoughts whirled.

He suddenly saw a figure appearing, without the slightest hesitation, he just turned the gun towards that figure with a killer's instinct and pulled the switch.

But at the moment he pulled the trigger, he saw the "figure" clearly.

It's just a piece of clothing...a hoodie!

Not good, I was fooled...

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fang Hao's figure on the other side of the second floor, and jumped down from the second floor.

At the same time, he also saw that Fang Hao was holding a needle in his hand at the moment he jumped down.

Before he could turn the gun, he saw Fang Hao squinting his eyes, raised his hand, and threw the needle in his hand towards himself.

*T&J...

Whoosh!

A stream of light with a speed similar to that of the bullet flashed and came to his neck in an instant.

In the next second, he could no longer hold the gun in his hand and let it fall naturally.

At the neck, there was a subtle and gentle pain, but it immediately spread to the whole body, limbs, and brain.

The strength is dissipating little by little.

Breathing became more and more difficult, as if the breathing pipe was blocked by someone, and a strong sense of suffocation emerged without warning.

His body fell backwards, but his gaze was always on Fang Hao who was in free fall.

He finally... knew Fang Hao's method of killing people.

There are no so-called concealed weapons, let alone tricks, there are only tricks, relying solely on the strength of the fingers to throw the needle...  

But...how is this possible?

Simply relying on the explosive force of the fingers, it is impossible for a small needle to burst out with such a powerful force.

However, the fact is exactly the same, even if he doesn't believe it, there is nothing he can do.

thump.

His body fell heavily on the ground, his eyes opened wide, he watched Fang Hao roll over on the spot, he watched Fang Hao pat the clothes on his body, he watched Fang Hao look around without even looking at himself, Look for targets you might have missed.

Finally, he saw Fang Hao standing where he was, gasping for breath, and looking at him.

That gaze was ridiculed and chilled, calm and terrifyingly confident.

This is the real face of Fang Hao......

A genius enough to be called a killer genius...

His eyes dimmed a little bit, and the divergent thoughts in his brain were also converging and drifting away.

If Fang Hao really chooses to join the organization,

that would be nice.

Manor gate.

Liang Shaoke was wearing a body armor, raised a pistol with one hand, and looked at the special police officers gathered around him with awe-inspiring eyes.

After hearing the dense gunshots in the house become weaker until they disappeared, his face immediately "clicked".

There is a high probability...it is over.

Those people had probably already killed Fang Hao and were preparing to break out.

He clenched his teeth, and the figure of Fang Hao appeared in his mind.

The young man who looked as old as his daughter, the young man who was framed but couldn't refute it, and always endured it silently.

The young man who acted as a bait without hesitation when he learned of their police plan...

It can be said that the police were able to find the lair of the mysterious organization behind the scenes, and they were able to mobilize special police to come here, all of which are thanks to Fang Hao.

If there is no Fang Hao, the police can only guess that there is an organization behind Fang Hao that is framing him, and this organization is extremely dangerous.

But it is impossible to take down this organization at all, and it is impossible to find any information about this organization.

It can also be said that even if it is found, this organization may have already left Fenglan City.

Without the cooperation of Fang Hao...

Nothing will happen now.

Fang Hao is the hero of their police, no matter whether he has killed or hurt people before, only in this operation, he is a well-deserved hero!

But now, this hero has probably died inside.

While thinking, Liang Shaoke clenched his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot.

He raised his hand, gestured several gestures in mid-air one after another, and quickly formulated the next battle plan.

In just a few seconds, he made all the plans.

Then, he cautiously put his hand on the doorknob.

In the next second, he suddenly turned the doorknob and immediately pushed the door open.

Then, he was the first to flash into the room through the open door.

Rolling over on the spot, he squatted up immediately, raised the gun in his hand, aimed at the only figure in the living room, and shouted: "Don't move! The police..."

However, before he finished speaking, he froze in place, his eyes glazed over, and his body stiffened, looking at the only figure left in the living room.

at this time.

Dozens of special police behind him pushed open the door and poured into the room.

They all froze in place, staring blankly at Fang Hao standing among the dozens of corpses, with his hands hanging down naturally, his head lowered, and his chest heaving violently. .