After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

"Ten...Ten...Ten, I feel so...it hurts so much..."

After saying these words extremely weakly.

No. 8, who was lying prone against the steering wheel, tried to move his body, hoping to save himself.

In addition to the physical pain and stimulation, the series of gunshots just now was also one of the reasons why No. 8 woke up so quickly from the coma.

But no matter how hard he tried, No. 8 found that his entire body seemed to be falling apart. He couldn't use any strength at all, and every bone was constantly radiating extreme pain.

This feeling... was dozens of times more painful than when I was wandering on the streets, being beaten up by a circle of people until I couldn't walk in order to keep the five dollars I had in my pocket.

Is this death?

Using his neck that could only rotate at present, No. 8 turned his head and glanced at the left hand that hurt the most, and found that the forearm had been completely broken, and even the bones had penetrated the skin and been exposed.

The appearance of flesh and blood looked particularly ferocious and disgusting.

Especially when the blood on his forehead flowed into his eyes, No. 8's vision turned red, making his forearm even more terrifying and painful.

Looking at his miserable left forearm, No. 8 felt unspeakable silence. Now... he should be even worse than those pigs whose organs were removed, right?

If the gunshots behind him hadn't delayed the dogs, maybe he would have been arrested and controlled?

Just as No. 8's thoughts continued to wander, the cell phone that had been left on the floor mat of the car and No. 10's slightly relaxed voice finally came again.

"Number eight."

"You finally replied to me. I was really scared to death just now. I was really afraid that something would happen to you."

"Don't worry, it's okay. You just accidentally encountered a car accident. I will send someone to the emergency rescue immediately. I will never let anything happen to you."

"There will be other people here to assist, and they will definitely not..."

Before No. 10 could finish speaking.

No. 8 held back the bitter sound of pain, but he was already weak and sounded again.

"tenth."

"The mission...the mission failed, you still...don't understand? Uh...hiss..."

"I... I can still answer you like this now, all because of the killer sent by that person to follow and protect me, to help... help me stop Su Ming, understand... understand? "

"That dog's target...the target is not you and K at all, it's me...it's me, do you understand?"

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Speaking of the back.

No. 8 was also very excited. The injuries affecting his body made him cough non-stop, and every time he coughed there was a lot of blood droplets.

The dizziness in the brain is getting stronger and stronger, which is a sign of excessive blood loss.

now.

Under the coconut trees on the sunny beach.

The petite No. 10 clenched his phone tightly, his expression looking particularly remorseful, but a hint of hidden cruelty could clearly be seen.

Just now she said it was an accidental car accident, which was undoubtedly because she was lucky and didn't want to admit her error in judgment.

But now... under No. 8's weak words, the mistake that was deliberately covered up was torn open by the first receiver with blood.

If it weren't for... that person sent a killer to follow and protect him, it is estimated that No. 8 would have become a prisoner by now, and all the information about the poker organization would have been dug out.

But if there is only one killer, how long can he protect No. 8?

Since the dog had already targeted No. 8, how could only one person come? No matter how outstanding the killers of that team were, it was obvious that No. 8 could not be saved.

After quickly sorting out these thoughts.

Number 10's expression became extremely ferocious. Although his tone was still full of worry and nervousness, his words were extremely serious.

"No. 8, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you."

"But you must listen carefully to the next words... The killer sent by that person has temporarily delayed the pace of the dogs."

"But it won't last long, and reinforcements are already behind us."

"If one of us fell into the hands of those dogs, would this poker organization that gave us new life be able to survive?"

"So No. 8... From the moment you joined the poker organization, you should have thought that there might be such a day, right? You would sacrifice your life to preserve the poker organization and our family."

"Get it over with, Number Eight."

"I will help you get revenge and take the heads of those dogs to pay homage to you."

Cold, aloof, and impersonal, this is the best way to describe No. 10's words.

Inside the Buick business car next to the guardrail.

After hearing No. 10's words, No. 8, whose head was getting heavier and heavier, was stunned for a moment, then showed a complicated and tragic wry smile and said hoarsely.

"Ahem...Ahem, Ten...No. 10, what you said is so...so good."

"For...for the poker organization, to give my life, to give my...my life."

"Until now... now, you still don't admit that you lost... did you lose? What I regret most... is that I believed in you."

"But...but I am willing...willing to believe you for the last...last time."

"Remember...remember, put their heads...heads in front of my tombstone, uh...ahem..."

He finished his words with great reluctance.

No. 8 used his only strength and his right hand to fiddle with many weapons from the co-pilot's storage box and took out a grenade.

This grenade, or rather all the weapons in the storage box, were originally brought specifically to be used on Su Ming and others.

But now... I can only taste the bitter fruit by myself.

......

at the same time.

In the Ford modified car behind, Su Ming still kept his body low to avoid being discovered by the killer behind him.

After the few firefights just now, Su Ming was extremely sure... The killer behind was extremely experienced, and he was definitely not the kind of simple guy who could be easily dealt with.

The most important thing is... the current situation is very difficult, and No. 8 has become a different kind of hostage for this killer.

Although a bullet originally shot at No. 8 was stopped in time, this is definitely not the end... As long as the other party has a chance, he will inevitably aim his gun at No. 8 again.

Think of this.

Su Ming no longer hesitated, and his eyes became more and more sharp. He must solve the trouble behind him as soon as possible.

The longer it is delayed, the more dangerous No. 8 will be.

With his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, and after determining the approximate location of the killer through the exposed gun barrel, Su Ming quietly unlocked the passenger door.

After confirming that the direction of the opponent's gun was towards him, Su Ming took a deep breath and chose the most suitable posture to exert force.

Followed by.

Su Ming raised the pistol to the top of the seat, just barely exposed.

Then, he suddenly raised his head, checked the exact location information with his naked eyes, and fired two shots quickly to delay the killer's attack.

next second.

Su Ming suddenly stepped on the side of the driver's seat with both feet, and used the rebound force to hit the passenger door. He hung in the air and knocked open the passenger door that had just been unlocked.

"Da da da---"

The bullets delayed by the two shots just shot instantly shot from the broken rear windshield to the position where Su Ming raised his head.

But at this time.

Su Ming, who had opened the passenger door, was hanging in mid-air and could clearly see...the killer hiding behind the car door.

Just now, the only bit of his head was exposed in order to take aim.

Su Ming adjusted the muzzle of his gun to the limit in mid-air, and fired three shots very quickly at the killer's exposed head.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

The first shot was relatively rapid and hit the upper edge of the car door.

But the next two shots, in Su Ming's sight... were extremely accurate, hitting the only exposed part of the killer's head.

The two extremely extreme shots immediately blasted the killer's head, causing him to quickly collapse to the ground.

After confirming that he had killed the opponent, Su Ming immediately tensed up his muscles and his back hit the ground heavily.

"Boom——"

There was a dull sound of hitting the ground.

Even though his whole body muscles were tense in preparation, Su Ming still frowned in pain.

But Su Ming didn't have time to rest. He immediately climbed up with the pistol in hand and rushed to the Buick commercial vehicle where No. 8 was sitting without hesitation.

But I just took two steps.

"boom---"

A deafening explosion followed.

In Su Ming's sight... No. 8 was no longer in the driver's seat of the Buick commercial vehicle, and only the bloody limbs and pieces of flesh were left...