The Last Killer

Sha Qing quietly hides in the darkness.

In his view, darkness is a reliable ally, of course, sometimes it will turn against each other and become a dangerous help, depending on whether you have enough ability.Just as he has always believed that there are only two types of people in the world—predator and prey. The boundaries between the two are not so clear, because you may be a prey all your life, but it is difficult to be a hunter forever.That's how it tends to be.The world is like a huge coin that is thrown in the air and rotates wildly. The front and the back are only relative to the upside down.

Now, in the dark, he was thinking about whether he would be on the upside or the downside next.

After finding something wrong with the lighting system, his prey will definitely come down to the power distribution room to check what's wrong with the generator, one, or two - he hopes there will be only one, given that the cavalry is wounded, the possibility of the devil is more likely some.He must get rid of the former black market champion as soon as possible before another person becomes suspicious.

He didn't wait for long. About seven or eight minutes later, the iron door of the power distribution room was opened, and a column of white light shone in. After scanning around, Elan walked in.He held a flashlight in one hand, and his favorite knife "Mad Dog" in the other, and an FN8 on his waist. His steps were full of vigilance and ready to go.

After carefully checking that there was nothing unusual in the room, Elan walked to the generator, squatted down to check, and found that a spiral cable was broken, which looked like it had been visited by rodents. "Damn rat!" he cursed, looking for a new cable.

During this period, Sha Qing has been hiding in the dark without moving a muscle, watching him gradually let go of his vigilance, and inserting "Mad Dog" into the side pocket of his leg in order to replace the cable.

Until the moment when the light came on, the sudden stimulation from darkness to strong light made Elan squint his eyes——the final shot was made at this moment!

A flash of gray-white lightning silently tore through the air, leaving only a straight and slender afterimage on the retina, so vicious and decisive, like a fatal bite of a poisonous snake.

This bite almost hit Elan's vitals-if it weren't for the extreme sensitivity and instinctive reaction to dangerous murderous intent honed from the hellish Siberian training camp, it would make him writhe when he was about to be touched by the fingertips of death Looking at his body, he has already gone to the real hell with the blood hole piercing his back and chest.

As a result, his arm took the place of his heart and suffered the blow.

The prism-shaped sharp blade pierced his left upper arm, and the blood grooves on three sides introduced air while bleeding. When it was pulled out, it was not sucked by contracted muscles like ordinary knives, and it was as easy as pulling out chopsticks from butter.

Blood gushes out like a fountain.Elan screamed, pulled out the "mad dog" on the side of his leg, and blocked the sharp edge in the opponent's hand when the next blow came.

Sparks shot out, and the two world's top swords were knocked away by the huge interaction force, and Elan took the opportunity to see the attacker clearly. "Three edge army stab!" He covered his bleeding wound, and roared like a beast at the black-haired and black-eyed man in front of him: "Chinese! I hate Chinese the most!"

Sha Qing saw him rushing towards him like an angry rhinoceros, his momentum was overwhelming, and he struck his temple with a powerful high-sweeping kick like an iron axe, with astonishing speed and strength.

No one survived the leg and survived, and death from severe brain damage was inevitable.Sha Qing had no choice but to dodge his sharp edge, dodging left and right as the opponent's pressing kicks followed.

The skills of black market fighting are actually very monotonous. Legs account for more than 90%. The nirvana of top boxers is almost all leg skills. They can launch deadly attacks from most angles and positions, and rarely fight in close quarters.But these sweeping kicks, side kicks, and high-altitude kicks, the more direct and powerful they are, as long as they are firm, they will definitely break bones and even cause cerebral hemorrhage.

The fighting style of Daqing is closer to small grappling. By attacking the joints, acupoints and vital parts of the human body in close quarters, the opponent's body will suffer severe pain and lose combat effectiveness. Two people can collide with each other like two tanks, who is stronger and more powerful physically.

The inequalities in size and strength resulted in skills being suppressed to the meager weight.

The title of "Devil King" is not in vain. Elan's ability to resist blows is almost inhumanly strong.But Sha Qing knew very well in his heart that with his physique, as long as he was hit in the heart by the opponent once, it would be enough to lose half his life.

The other party can make mistakes and show flaws, but he can't relax at all.

It was one of the toughest fights he had ever experienced.

When the opponent howled in pain after tasting the opposite joints, splitting tendons and bones, and cutting off acupuncture points, he also suffered several blows and kicks due to lack of energy, causing a lot of soft tissue contusions, cracked arms and lower legs, and almost broke A whole rack of ribs.

Cold sweat drenched his back, dyeing the dark gray clothes black, his breathing gradually shallowed, he heard the sound of his heart beating rapidly in his ears, his eyes turned black, and he felt dizzy.He knew that this was a symptom of short-term collapse after strenuous exercise.

On the other side, the big white man who was as strong as an iron tower rushed towards him violently like an old-fashioned locomotive that refused to be scrapped amidst the screams of pain.

His calm consciousness told him to dodge, but his weak body was severely hindered. Sha Qing panted and barely turned sideways, and suddenly saw a ball of burning flames, the size of a basketball, flying through the air with the sound of wind, and smashed towards Elan between the chest and abdomen.

The fear of pain brought by the flames exploded from the burn scar on the entire right arm, and instantly swept through Elan's brain - fire!burn!Excruciating pain!die!Flames engulfed him and engulfed him, an abyss opened up in hell, he fell struggling and fell into the boiling magma...

Had his therapist been there, he would have told him that the hallucinations were actually a form of post-traumatic stress disorder, but unfortunately, he never had the opportunity to see a therapist again.

A black figure formed a straight line in the air, spun 360 degrees rapidly, and slashed towards Elan's face with long legs whistling—a perfect spinning kick!Blood foam mixed with broken teeth spurted out, and Elan staggered back, bumping his back against the heavy iron frame full of sundries.

The black shadow rushed forward, jumping up like flying over a wall, his left foot stepped on his chest, and the toe of his right boot kicked his chin fiercely.Amid the spewing blood and the clear sound of bone fractures, the black figure used his strength to do a backflip. When he landed, his footsteps were unsteady, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Elan was knocked to the ground by these two serial heavy kicks.

When he hit the needle, he lifted his body and jumped up, and with a sharp elbow, he smashed into his temple with the weight of his whole body.

Elan, who was pressed under him, twitched violently, and dark red blood gurgled from his nose, corners of his mouth, and ear holes, "An, Dong..." He struggled to squeeze out two syllables from his throat, pale yellow The eyes were full of unbelievable despair, and then the ferocious and desperate eyes froze on the face.

Sha Qing's nerves were still tense. Facing such a monster-like opponent, he didn't dare to be careless. He clasped the opponent's head with both hands, and twisted it back with all his strength.With a crisp click, Elan's head turned to a position that would never be possible under normal circumstances - facing his back, the cervical spine had been completely broken.

This scene looks very familiar... The federal agent who fell to the ground was shocked to recall that the mounted patrolman on night duty had also broken his cervical spine in the same way...

The "devil king" Elan, who was good at kicking people's heads and breaking their necks, was finally kicked out of their heads and their necks were broken.

Is this an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?

Leo stared blankly at Sha Qing.This serial killer, whose mission is to kill serial killers, is sitting on the body of his dead prey, slowly recovering his breath and regaining his strength.

After a while, he stood up, picked up a blood-stained Type 56 triangular army thorn, and put it in his sleeve.Then he walked in front of Leo and reached out to help him up, "Although you didn't listen to the persuasion and ran back without permission, I am very unhappy, but thank you... you also saved me once, and we are even."

"You killed him," Leo said, with a sombre tone that seemed to be telling a chilling fact.

Sha Qing smiled at him: "It's us. You see, the facts are like this. You are a law enforcement officer. You are not guilty of murder, but I am guilty of murder if I lack a uniform. The law is such a bitch. Put on clothes One face, another face after taking off her clothes, whoever treats her as a goddess is an idiot."

Leo's lips were tightly pursed, and his face was so cold that it was about to drop into ice.

The ringtone suddenly rang in the dead man's pocket, Sha Qing bent down and took out Elan's cell phone, glanced at the name displayed on the screen, and pressed the answer button.When he spoke, it was exactly Elan's voice, with a distinct Hebrew accent: "...It's okay, the cable is broken. Hasn't it been repaired? It's so fucking annoying. This little thing is fine." I have to ask... the one who owes the fuck is you, cavalryman, wait for me to go up and kick your ass!"

He pressed the end button hard, turned his head to look at Leo's surprised and thoughtful eyes, and sighed, "I don't think it's possible to ask you to leave now. So, let's go up and fuck him together?"

Leo hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "He must accept the public trial and pay the price for the crimes he committed. He must repent and atone for his sins, instead of dying painlessly under a single bullet."

"Ah, that's really sweet. All in all, it's telling me not to kill him, so that you can handcuff him and take him to court like walking a dog, right?" Sha Qing curled the corners of his lips mockingly, "You really think a desperado Will the disciples be captured obediently?"

"If he realizes that there is no way out and surrenders, I will not allow you to kill him."

"What if he resists?" Sha Qing asked provocatively.

Leo replied blankly: "Kill him."

"Great, I think we can reach a temporary united front," Sha Qing said with a smile, "That is to say, I'm safe for the time being, don't worry about you poking my back with a gun barrel and calling 'Freeze', Right?"

"Until I catch the trooper, yes," the feds promise cautiously.

Sha Qing pulled out the FN57 from Elan's waist, opened the gun, looked at it, and handed it to him: "Take it, it's better than the Glock issued by the public, regardless of power, penetration or ammunition capacity, the bullet is still The military version, which can pass through police standard body armor. By the way, do you know what the gangsters call this thing?" He paused, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "——'Police Killer'."

The black-haired detective held the handle of the gun and said coldly, "Of course, two of my colleagues died under this kind of gun."

In his cold eyes, Sha Qing's smile faded, he went back to Elan's body and cut off his right thumb, then turned and walked out of the power distribution room.

Leo walked silently three meters behind him, and the two of them didn't exchange a word along the way.

They touched the top floor and came to a closed all-metal door. There was a keypad for a fingerprint code lock beside the door.Sha Qing took out some fluorescent powder from the dark bag and sprinkled it on the keyboard, took a photo with an ultraviolet pen, and the six keys stained with skin residue were clearly visible, and then inserted into the pocket decoder, it was resolved in a few seconds.He pressed Elan's severed finger on the scanning screen, and the door slid open sideways.

The two retreated to both sides of the door to hide, and looked at the wide hall inside.Sha Qing pulled out a Beretta M9 from under his ribs, held the gun in his left hand, and covered his head in a bowl shape with the palm of his right hand down, and glanced at Leo.

SWAT sign language, "cover me".Leo nodded at him knowingly.

The two of them, one behind the other, quietly entered the room relying on various shelters.

They searched the whole room with full vigilance, but found no horseman.In front of the window with white gauze curtains, on the marble table is a half-play chess set, the fierce battle between black and white has come to an end.The white knight on F5 was eaten by the black pawns, and the gray human bone chess piece is now standing sinisterly beside the center line of the chessboard, as if expecting the final winning hand in this round of competition to send it to the target Blood was feasted on the dead body.

Leo stared at the chess piece in disgust, like a cockroach shaking its tentacles on a kitchen counter.The previous two times, he had been so close to the Bone Knight, a symbol of death, that seeing it now, he still felt the urgency of escaping death—an emotion that made him frown in dissatisfaction.

Someone gave him a light grip on the shoulder, with a sense of relief and encouragement.Leo turned his head to look at Sha Qing's handsome and false face, and found a soft warmth from his dark eyes for the first time, although it was fleeting like a hallucination.

Leo suddenly had a feeling that he knew this serial killer who had been chasing for a whole year—yes, he knew him, not from simulated portraits, psychological profiles, not in tossing and anxious dreams, nor in the office. A wall full of photos and text.He has appeared in his life, maybe the person who was in front of the queue when buying lunch; maybe the person who smiled and apologized when a busy street was accidentally scraped; maybe the person who walked over to him when he was running in the morning... …

He thought that he must have seen this man somewhere, and even had contact with him to some extent, but he had no clue at the moment.

Maybe this is the so-called "sense of sight". Sometimes people don't need real memory at all, and a familiar feeling will naturally be created inside the brain, making you feel that the old days of deja vu have reappeared, making a pair of men and women who have never met feel like The Yuanyuan alliance in the previous life will continue in this life.

Killing, where did we meet...

He fell into a trance for a moment, until he was awakened by a low voice in his ear: "Wake up, Leo, you can't just stay here, we have to find the cavalry quickly."

Leo woke up suddenly, and a sense of guilt welled up in his heart, that he had deserted at such a critical moment.In order to hide his uncomfortable expression, he turned his head and found his captured equipment from the bag under the table, and put them back on him one by one. "Do you think he escaped?" he asked casually.

"I didn't reveal any flaws in the previous call, so he probably won't find out." Sha Qing hesitated for a moment, obviously not 100% sure.He thought for a while and said: "There is another possibility. He went downstairs to check on the prisoners. Soon he found that the room was empty. I think he would be very angry and would call the devil's cell phone. Of course there is no mobile communication company in hell—" He glanced at the black-haired detective, and it was clearly written in his eyes: We have lost the opportunity.

At this moment, the lights suddenly went out.

In the sudden darkness, it seemed that even the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be faintly heard.Reflexively, the two hid behind the nearest shelter, and the pistols they held tightly were loaded.

"He turned off the generator?" Leo asked in a low voice.

"No, I think I just turned off the lighting equipment." Sha Qing said, "He knows the lair well, and he may have night vision goggles. Now we have to deal with not only a local snake hiding in the dark and shooting cold guns, but also a maze-like complex. Terrain, and a bunch of old killing machines. Good luck."

"We can't stay here, he will definitely guess when he sees Elan's severed finger. Let's go down." Leo said.

"Go down with black eyes? Damn."

"You can also turn on the miniature flashlight for lighting when I'm far enough away from you."

"Oh, Agent, you are much more insidious than I thought, do you want to use me as cannon fodder to attract enemy fire, and then take advantage of the fisherman?"

"If that's the case, today will truly be my lucky day."

"Fuck you!"

"If you even fake your gender, I will consider whether to accept it." Leo said without thinking, and he was taken aback for a while, his face was inexplicably hot.Fortunately, the darkness covered up all traces.

"...Stinky rascal!" It turned out to be a woman's voice who scolded him, young, delicate, and sweet.

Leo almost laughed: the talent to imitate various human voices is too powerful.

Talking for just a few tens of seconds eliminated a lot of the discomfort and tension of sudden blindness. The two of them closed their mouths at the same time, and slowly groped for the door based on the impression of the whole room when they came.