Chapter 16 Chapter 15

Before I left, I found a lousy hotel and stashed those never-used grenades and military-spec pistols in the ceiling mezzanine for someone who stumbled across them one day.As for who that person is, who it is used on, and whether someone will actually find out, it is no longer my concern. I plan to openly and openly follow the group of North Korean defectors through our top-level channel-flying into South Korea with a fake passport.And the accident happened just before this plan. That day I was sitting in the stairwell in the back alley smoking a cigarette, and I was checking to see if there was any suspicious person approaching the church. Another bodyguard named Anan ran over to me in a panic and told me that something was wrong, and the priest told us to hurry up. Another place to hide North Korean defectors.The sooner the better.

"Why do you want to change places? Isn't there enough money for the police?" I put out the cigarette. "Our other church was copied, it's not a good thing!" Anan looked behind nervously, as if something terrible would appear at any time. "Copied? By whom?" I frowned and stood up. "I don't know, but the brothers there were all killed, and none of the defectors survived..." Anan said pantingly, "It's not safe here anymore, Brother Huoyu, we have to find someone quickly." A place to hide!" "What does it mean to be killed?"

"What nonsense are you asking! They've all been killed!" Strange, who can mess with a bunch of poor North Korean defectors waiting to fly to South Korea with fake passports?Who can the priest provoke? At best, the police blackmail and arrest people. They will never kill people with knives and guns. The local gangs will not come to trouble the North Korean defectors. In fact, many North Korean defectors are in the Thai gangs as I used to be. Work.So who has the strong motivation to kill the defectors en masse? Just when I wanted to ask a few more questions, Anan suddenly had a big hole in his face.

... the sticky blood was sprayed on my face. Before my consciousness can fully react, my body has automatically bounced back, knocking open the door, and rolling me all the way backward into the church.While rolling, I heard the sound of the metal fence door being smashed by bullets. If I hadn't escaped in time, the last scene of my life would be the narrow sky in the back alley. I don't have time to rejoice, because the terse rhythm of this bullet firing makes me shudder.This wasn't just random shooting, it was a level of professionalism I've never encountered - hell!How could this place be targeted by professional killers? !

A bolt of lightning that made it hard for me to breathe hit my head, and my eyes went black.I am almost certain that the person who offended the God of Plague was none other than me—a person who dared to kill the Burmese general! The reward order has not been canceled at all, and those professional killers are completely targeting me, hunting for my top head! I haven't done anything for more than half a year, how did my whereabouts leak out? stop it idiot!Stop thinking about such trivial things! Subtle sounds moved faintly in the church, and those small sounds suddenly dispersed and disappeared in all directions.

"...more than one. Four? Six?" My sixth sense is alert. These professional killers are not only well-trained, but also a team with a tacit cooperation. Hell, it really is.I secretly regretted, how could the gun that should be on my body be abandoned on the ceiling of some bad hotel? The next thing I heard was a low howl of whimpering downstairs.Not screaming, just whimpering.I guess a knife was slashed in the throat of some North Korean defector or priest, leaving them to die in silence. Although I died because of me, I had no time to sympathize with those North Korean defectors. I took off my shoes and ran barefoot in a familiar church, trying to find out how many professional killers there were. Before I know the structure of this church, I have to kill one of them as soon as possible, and get his gun, so that I have a chance of life... preferably two guns.

The sound of those defectors or priests or priests falling one by one scares me to death, but they are also my best clues, if I don't have the guts to approach them, I can't turn the corner. Suddenly, the wooden cabinet full of bone china dishes in the kitchen fell down loudly, giving me a clear direction and the best opportunity to sprint.I lowered my body and ran quickly, when suddenly I saw a North Korean defector running across the corridor in front of me. "Run away!" the defector yelled. Then he half-flyed up with a startled expression. A bullet passed through his knee from behind and nearly blew his left calf off his body.

He jerked and fell down.He yelled desperately, but the bullet didn't come after him to kill him.Clearly, the professional killers have changed their tactics. They want the cries of the wounded to lure everyone out of fear, and then easily kill me...or everyone. Sure enough, things went as they expected, a bunch of North Korean defectors who had hidden themselves ran out desperately.I heard a lot of falling and hitting the ground.This is simply massacre. Before I had time to think about it, I dodged in from another corridor and ran in a detour to where one of the killers might be. That terrible eye contact happened in the next second.

Of course, the professional killer pointed a gun at me, who was walking barefoot, with an expression of disbelief. "..." I was also stunned, unable to move. Xiaoxi? That Xiaoxi who can't even hold a gun well? "Huoyu...Brother?" With a hesitant and tangled expression, Xiao Xi seemed unable to believe her eyes. It has been almost a year since we separated, Xiaoxi, who was like an idiot at the time, must have had a very special encounter during this period of time, which transformed him into a terrible professional killer... Wait, now I don't think about that at all. It's time to do something.Now is the time to talk about humanity and loyalty.

I was only one trigger moment away from stopping my breathing, so I didn't have to doubt whether I should plead with him or not.But I just couldn't open my mouth. Damn Xiaoxi, of course he couldn't shoot me. But the gun pointed at me didn't go down. "Brother Huoyu, I'm sorry, you're unlucky today." Xiaoxi's eyes suddenly became very determined. "..." I stared at Xiaoxi, who I had saved several times. Suddenly I understood, this is why Xiaoxi can become a professional killer.I am bound to die here today.Died at the hands of a strange monster who gave up the principles of being human in order to fulfill some kind of cruel value.

The moment Xiao Xi pulled the trigger, an abnormal sense of mental compression exploded in my head.At the scene of the suicide of the drug addict in Thailand, the special feeling caused by the last bullet that I shot with that idiot policeman came back to me again. It was as if a flame was burning on the surface of my skin and then burning into my gut.That was the eve of the explosion of the cells of the whole body.In order to avoid this shot at mid-range, every cell in my body is ready to provide energy to every nerve and every muscle. Of course, I can't be faster than the bullet, but I can squeeze it. Each drop of vision locks the angle of the barrel, predicts the trajectory of the bullet before it is sprayed out, and then dodges a tenth of a second earlier. Under the specialization of sensation, the state of time is highly condensed. Then there is the hallucination of vision.I thought I saw the muscles in Xiaoxi's fingers trembling slightly, and the nerves and muscles connected to his shoulders pulled each other like a soft whip. Whether or not I could completely dodge the shot, I had to rush towards Xiaoxi as fast as possible before he pulled the trigger a second time—but none of this happened. In the moment of life and death, my dynamic vision must have reached the peak of my personal ability. What I saw at that moment was extremely clear, extremely clear violence. The walls are broken. The wall on Xiaoxi's left was broken. It broke, so the stones burst and the dust rolled, but a fist passed through the floating stones and debris at a faster speed, and then smashed all the way first, beating him with unbelievable force. Xiang Xiaoxi's left cheek. Very dramatic, Xiaoxi's expression stayed on the regret of having to kill me, and then the whole thing was destroyed.I heard a "snap" and there was no doubt that his neck was snapped off entirely.For a second, I thought his whole head was going to be blown out. Xiaoxi didn't have time to pull the trigger, and I didn't rush out at all. When the fist slowly stretched back to the other end of the wall, I woke up instantly and rushed over. Behind the hole, I saw a North Korean defector who had just joined the church camp a few days ago. He is very tall, but his body is extremely thin due to long-term hunger at the level of dying. The clothes on him are like a thin quilt that is too large. It has a rough color feeling of half gray and half black, and the lips are dry and inelastic.But his eyes are extremely disproportionate to his figure, they are piercing, like a wolf. A wolf that is so hungry that it only wants to hunt and eat even if it encounters a tiger. "Thank you." I picked up the gun in Xiaoxi's hand, weighed it, and couldn't help but nodded slightly to him. The North Korean defector had only a huge fist with a thin layer of skin covering the bones, and it was smoking. A, pungent smokey smell. "..." Possessing an iron fist capable of piercing walls, the North Korean defector just looked at me expressionlessly. "They're coming for me." I shook the gun and said honestly, "But I can't deal with them alone." The defector with an iron fist didn't nod or shake his head. "Let's kill them together." I smiled. The North Korean defector with an iron fist accepted my invitation with silent steps. I think I'm starting to sympathize with those naive professional killers. The Iron Fist defector and I didn't cooperate seamlessly. In fact, we just did our own thing, but inadvertently reached a strong resonance in killing.I shoot, he punches.Then I got the second gun, and there was an extra sternum-depressed body in the corridor. Then I killed a female killer with a submachine gun by myself, using six bullets. At the same time, I heard a strange popping sound in the reading room, and I figured someone's head or stomach had just been blown off.I walked over to have a look, and found that I guessed it all wrong. Damn it, it was the first time I saw the weird shape of the human spine bent and the body twisted. Just as I was admiring, a killer in camouflage uniform kicked through the door and cut my shoulder with a backhand knife.The reason why I was cut to the shoulder instead of the whole body was of course the result of my trying to avoid it. I shot at the camouflage swordsman, and he dodged one bullet, and the other only grazed his cheek.I guess when I pulled the trigger with both hands just now, the five senses of this swordsman must have reached a very extreme level of heterogeneity in order to dodge my attack at this distance. But he dodged my bullet, but not the other fist. The Iron Fist defector immediately jumped into the door that the swordsman had just kicked through, and punched him before he landed. The reflex speed of the camouflage saber hand is really not covered, he just took the punch with his shoulder, and with the other hand he quickly slashed the Rambo saber at the Iron Fist North Korean defector. The Iron Fist defector was probably not a good defensive player, the knife fatally cut him in the chest, but the Iron Fist defector did not retreat at all, but swung his other fist at the camouflage knifeman. The face of the camouflage swordsman was full of astonishment, because he absolutely did not expect that the shoulder that was used to block the punch just now was completely shattered, and that hand could not be lifted at all for any response. I fired and the Iron Fist defector threw a fist. The camouflage knifeman flew out of the window and fell into the back alley.And a professional assassin who suddenly appeared behind the Iron Fist North Korean defector had no time to pull the trigger to make an assassination attempt, and was sent to the west by two bullets I shot. At this time, I noticed that the knife just made a very peculiar incision on the chest of the Iron Fist North Korean defector.The incision did not bleed, only ugly and terrifying wounds were left. I don't know if it was because the too thin Iron Fist North Korean defector lacked abundant blood, or his seemingly thin muscles were actually extremely strong.Anyway, I know he can't die today. "Thanks to you." I breathed a sigh of relief, and then my shoulders started to heat up, and a lot of blood gushed out. "..." The Iron Fist defector turned around and walked away, without any intention of stopping the bleeding from my shoulder. The hunt isn't over yet. I had no choice but to hold back the severe pain in my shoulder for the time being, and slowly walked out of the reading room to look for the remaining professional killers. Now the position is completely reversed.A bald killer who didn't realize that the mission had ended early, confronted me behind the corridor wall, one shot at a time, you come and go... well, it's just a superficial duel, because I just shot slowly to contain his position, waiting The Iron Fist defector approached the bald head from the other direction. Need an explanation? When I heard a thud, I rushed over to enjoy the latest work of Iron Fist North Korean defector. When the answer was revealed, the bald head was smashed into the wall—it really was.I almost wanted to rush to the street immediately and buy a Polaroid to take a picture of the killer with his head thrown into the wall and his body leaning out. His hands and feet were still twitching and trembling, heck, he wasn’t dead yet. ! I made up a shot, which was a little bit of sympathy for him.I thought about it, and took four or five shots to satisfy the emptiness I hadn't killed in a long time, and told the next killer my location.come on. But the so-called next killer did not appear, and soon I heard the sound of glass shattering upstairs.I think he has escaped through the window.I didn't go after it because I thought it was more important to actually stop the bleeding from my damn shoulder.On the contrary, the Iron Fist North Korean defector resolutely climbed out of the broken window, looked east and west, and chased after him in the direction he had determined with all his heart. I don't think the killer will ever come back. But I am also inexplicably certain that that was also the last image I saw of the Iron Fist defector.