Mei Man Zhi Ya Mo Zhuo armor

Chapter 4 Desperate?

Eric obviously underestimated this group of lunatics.

Originally, he thought that finding a police station and seeking police protection would be equivalent to entering a safe zone, and these desperate pursuers would also weigh the consequences, at least for a while, they would not dare to chase in arrogantly again.But now, he found that he was dead wrong.

At this moment, the entire police station is filled with thick smoke, and the acrid smell of smoke travels in the building along every ventilation pipe.There were shouts and gunshots one after another, and the soldiers in police uniforms fell down one after another, blood flowing into rivers.

In order to protect his safety, Eric was locked in the witness room, but this is obviously meaningless.At this moment, Eric watched with his own eyes that the metal doorknob was cut in half by a cyan blade, and the door panel was as fragile as a layer of window paper.A distorted figure appeared behind the creaking opened door, that face that combined the features of human beings and unknown animals at the same time looked like a god of death in the lingering thick smoke.

What?How did things get to this point?

Two 10 minutes ago.

Thousands of drops of rain are pattering on the broken car body. The Corvette, which was roaring heroically just a few seconds ago, is now lying sickly in the clothing store like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out. The dummy in the window And the new clothes were spread on the splashed windshield, and they were soaked like rags in an instant.

Fortunately, no one was injured, and the clerk of the clothing store was already frightened and huddled in a corner of the room, at a loss.The black sports car "Zhi Liu" stopped outside the shattered window, and people in black suits got out of the car one after another to check the situation.

In the last car, the man who had just shot was casually smoking a cigarette, sitting on the passenger seat as if he didn't intend to get out of the car at all, with a foolish look on his face.In the backseat is the man in charge of the operation, trying to express his displeasure to the man who shot a Corvette tire with an M82A1LW.

"I know it's been said how difficult it is to invite you here," the head of the operation yelled, "but you have to know, Lawton, I'm the one in charge this time! Your recklessness almost killed that kid The superiors have told us that they are going to be caught alive, and it is worthless for us to bring a corpse back!"

The man was still smoking a cigarette casually, and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, that little devil will die. I have been in this business for so many years, and I can tell who has real skills at a glance. This bastard is not so easy to catch." If I want him to die, he will already have a bloody bullet hole in his head right now."

This is by no means a big deal, this man does have such strength.His name is Floyd Lawton, code-named Deadshooter, and he is an internationally renowned wanted man.The reason why he was called so was because as far as the current colleagues in the industry knew, this man had never missed a shot, and all the targets he stared at could not escape the fate of being pierced by cold bullets.

Just to take a high school student as a hostage, there is no need for a killer of the level of Deathshooter to go out. He was hired for other tasks, and this trip was just to watch the battle along the way.Not wanting this high school student's bold move to arouse his interest, he picked up a light sniper rifle and sniped the tires of the Corvette on a whim.

The person in charge of the operation originally had something to say, but now he swallowed it all.His subordinates also came to report just now. As Lawton said, there was no one in the scrapped Corvette, only a little blood was left, and it seemed that the boy was injured.

"Grab a few shop assistants and ask them, they should see where the boy went." The person in charge ordered immediately.

With his fingertips, Lawton gently popped the cigarette butt that was about to be extinguished out of the window, into a raging rain.Then he lay comfortably on his back in the soft seat, and said, "Don't worry, the shot just now was on my whim, and there is no charge. You know, my shots are usually very valuable."

Careless.

The group of black suits gave Eric the impression at first that they were a group of guys who were strong on the outside and capable on the outside, but they didn't expect such a fierce gunman to be hidden among them.For this underestimation of the enemy, Eric paid the price of the first car he bought in his life.

He got out of the car in time, and entered the street behind through the only other back door of the clothing store.In addition to scratching some skin, he also felt some inconvenience in his right leg, and his body doubled in weight. The internal injury cannot be evaluated, but it is not as easy as a fall on the court.

The clerk in the clothing store has no reason to hide it for him, and the pursuers will come after him soon.He opened the door and entered the nearest restaurant, attracting the attention of a crowd of customers.No wonder, then, that if you see a young man grizzled and drenched, with rain cascading from his greasy hair and blood on his trouser legs, you can't help but take a second look.

"Eric?"

Eric was a little surprised that someone would call his name in this kind of place.When he turned his head, he saw a girl with black hair looking at him in amazement, wearing the overalls of a restaurant waiter.

"Student Samir?" It took Eric more than a second to recognize the girl dressed as a waiter.

Kelly Samir, his high school classmate or alumnus to be precise, the two met at club activities.Eric always likes to take the most serious attitude in everything he does, and Kelly is the head of the club. Most of the activities will eventually develop into two people sitting in the same coffee shop and discussing at the same table all afternoon. As a result, the club students once joked that the two were the heart and brain of the club.

In Eric's impression, this girl should always be wearing fashionable denim and black leather boots, looking like a nymph.Changed into a waiter's attire, but I didn't recognize it for a while.

This kind of moment is obviously not suitable for the reunion of old friends. Eric rushed to say before the other party had time to ask any questions: "I'm sorry but I'm being chased by a bunch of desperate lunatics. I don't have time to explain. Please tell me Where is the closest back door to me? It would be even better if it leads to a police station."

Kelly was stunned, as if she hadn't reacted yet, and saw a group of black suits chasing across the street at the other end of the street outside the gate.She has seen similar spy war movies, and those who usually like to wear sunglasses and black suits are probably not good at it.

"Go out the window on the kitchen side, and there is a police station 200 meters to the west." She said in a low voice, "When they come over, I will say that you went out through the back door of the staff storage room."

"Thank you, classmate Samir, I owe you." Eric smiled calmly, not like a fugitive at all, "If there is a better time to meet next time, I will treat you."

After speaking, he rushed into the kitchen according to what Kelly said, turned over the window and landed on the rain-soaked path, and finally found the police station after running for 200 meters.Eric rushed into the hall without hesitation.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, sir?" asked the fat policeman with his uniform tightly wrapped around his body.

"Yes, of course. I need protection. Someone is after me."

Two 10 minutes from now.

Eric began to reassess the threat level of the hostile group, because it was obvious that the police were not enough to pose their threat.Although the black suits delayed for a while, they finally found them.They drove directly into the police station recklessly, got out of the car and grabbed their MP5s and swept them indiscriminately. The police had almost no resistance against them, and the defense line was breached in an instant, causing heavy casualties.

Eric thinks he needs a new escape plan, but he doesn't seem to have that chance.The death-like existence went straight to his room, and the facial muscles twitched violently as if enduring inhuman pain. An unknown object protruded from the palm of his hand, which seemed to be a blue sickle. The forefeet of a praying mantis are average.Whatever it was, it sliced ​​through the door in front of Eric like it was cutting tofu.

"Follow us honestly, you will save a lot of trouble, you son of a bitch." The man said gloomily, "You still have to come with us when you have come to this point."

(End of this chapter)