Chapter 24: Interim united front

Ep20 Provisional United Front
Sha Qing is quietly hidden in the dark.
In his opinion, darkness is a reliable ally. Of course, sometimes it will turn against each other and turn into a dangerous boost, depending on whether you have enough power. Just as he always thought that there are only two types of people in the world-hunter and prey, the boundary between the two is not so clear-cut, because you may be a prey all your life, but it is difficult to become a hunter forever. This is often the case. The world is like a huge coin thrown in the air and spinning wildly. The front and back sides are only relative to the top and the bottom.
Now he was thinking in the dark, and then he would stand on the side facing up or down.
After discovering a problem with the lighting system, his prey will definitely come down to the power distribution room to check what is wrong with the generator, one or two-he hopes that there is only one. Given that the cavalry is injured, the demon king is more likely. some. He must get rid of the former black boxer as soon as possible before another person becomes suspicious.
He didn't wait long. About seven or eight minutes later, the iron door of the power distribution room was opened, a column of white light was illuminated, and after glancing left and right, Elland walked in. He held a flashlight in one hand and a "crazy dog" with a love knife in one hand, not holding a FN57 around his waist, full of alertness and preparedness.
After carefully checking that there was no abnormality in the room, Elland walked to the generator, squatted down and examined, and found that a spiral cable was broken, and it looked like it had been patronized by a rodent. "Damn mouse!" He scolded as he sought a new cable.
During this period, Sha Qing kept hiding in the darkness, watching him gradually put down his vigilance, in order to replace the cable, he inserted the "mad dog" into the leg side pocket.
Until the moment when the light suddenly turned on, the sudden stimulus from the gloom to the strong light made Elaine squint his eyes-killing the blue shot at this moment!
A gray-white lightning, tearing the air silently, leaving only a slender, slender afterimage in the retina, so vicious and decisive, like a fatal bite from a viper.
This bite almost hit Elland's key. Had it not been tempered from the hellish Siberian training camp, his extreme sensitivity and instinctive response to dangerous killings would have caused him to twist his body when he was about to be touched by the fingertips of death, and he would have brought his back and chest The pierced blood hole went down to real hell.
As a result, his arm took the place of the heart instead of the heart.
The prismatic blade pierced his left upper arm. The blood tank on three sides introduced air while bleeding, and it was not sucked by the contracted muscles like a normal knife when pulled out. It was as easy as pulling out chopsticks from butter.
Blood poured out like a fountain. Elan screamed, pulled out the "mad dog" on the side of the leg, and caught the edge of the opponent's hand when he landed in the next strike.
Sparks fired, and two of the world's top knives were hit by huge interaction forces. Elland also took the opportunity to see what the attacker looked like. "Triangle / Stab!" He covered his wound, and yelled at the man with dark hair and black eyes in front of him, "Chinese! I hate Chinese most!"
He saw that he rushed over like a rhino with angry hair, and was so powerful that he struck a strong high sweep and struck his temple like an iron axe, with amazing speed and strength.
No one can live a healthy and healthy life after this leg. Serious brain damage and death are inevitable. Killing the blue had to avoid its sharp edge, dodging left and right in the blow and blow from the opponent.
The black market fighting skills are actually very monotonous. Legs account for more than 90%. The top boxers' ninja skills are almost all leg skills. They can launch deadly attacks at most angles and positions, and rarely fight close to each other. But it is these sweeping kicks, side kicks, and air kicks that the more direct and extraordinary the power is, as long as it is done, it is definitely a broken bone, even a brain hemorrhage.
The fighting style of killing youth is closer to the small capture in martial arts. By attacking the joints, acupuncture points and vital parts of the human body in close quarters, the opponent's body has severe pain and loses combat effectiveness. After all, the weakness of the race figure is there. You can't expect two people with a difference of 20 kilograms to collide with each other like two tanks. They are stronger and stronger than anyone.
The disparity in body size and strength has resulted in the technique being suppressed to the meager weight.
The title of "Devil" is not a stigma. Elland's anti-strike ability is almost inhuman, and he fights three times, only to hit the other side. But Qing Qing's heart was very clear. With his constitution, as long as he was hit by the opponent once, it was enough to lose half his life.
The other party can make mistakes and reveal flaws, but he cannot relax.
It was the most difficult fight he had ever experienced.
When the other side screamed with painful tastes of anti-joint joints, split muscles, and acupoints, he also suffered several sweeps and kicks due to lack of energy, which caused a lot of soft tissue contusions, fractured arms and calves, and almost broke An entire row of ribs.
Cold sweat soaked his back, dyed dark gray clothing to black, and his breathing gradually became shallow. He heard the sound of a throbbing heart in his ears, his eyes turned black, and he felt dizzy. He knew it was a symptom of short-term collapse after strenuous exercise.
The sturdy white man like the iron tower on the opposite side, in the scream, still rushed violently like the old locomotives that refused to scrap.
Calm consciousness told him to dodge, but his weak body dragged his hind legs seriously, and he was breathing and reluctantly sideways, and suddenly saw a fiery flame, full of the size of a basketball. Between the chest and abdomen.
The flame brought fear of pain, bursting from the burn scar on the right arm, and instantly swept Elaine's brain-fire! Burn! It hurts! death! The tongue of fire caught him, engulfed him, and cracked an abyss, and he struggled to fall, throwing in boiling lava ...
If his psychologist was present, he would tell him that the hallucination at the moment was actually a post-traumatic stress disorder, but unfortunately, he never had the opportunity to visit the psychologist again.
A black figure lay in a straight line in the air, rotating rapidly 360 degrees, and his long legs whistled and chopped down at Elan's face-a perfect spin turned and kicked into the air!
The blood was sprayed with broken teeth mixed, and Elan slumped back, hitting a heavy iron frame full of debris on his back.
Hei Ying rushed up, leaping up like a cornice, walking on his chest with his left foot, and kicking his right jaw with the tip of his right foot. In the spitting blood and clear fracture sounds, the dark shadow flipped backwards for a week, and when he landed, his feet were unstable and fell on the ground.
Elland was knocked to the ground by these two serial kicks.
Killing the young woman saw her stitches, lifted herself up, and slammed a sharp elbow in the arm, smashing into his temple with her weight.
Elland, who was under him, twitched sharply, and bleed out dark red blood from his nasal cavity, corners of his mouth, and ears. "Ann, Tony ..." He squeezed a name from his throat, pale yellow The eyes were filled with unbelievable despair, and then the frowning and despairing eyes fixed on the face.
The nerve to kill Qing was still tense. Facing such a monster-like opponent, he didn't dare to take the slightest care, clasped his opponent's head with both hands, and twisted his strength backwards. With a snapping noise, Elland's head twisted into a position that would never be reached under normal circumstances-facing her back, the cervical spine had been completely broken.
This scene looks familiar ... The federal agent who fell to the ground remembered with shock that the night patrol patrol officer was also twisted off the cervical spine.
Devil Elan, who is good at kicking other people's heads and twisting their necks, was finally kicked and broken his neck.
Is this eye for eye, tooth for tooth?
Leo stared at Sha Qing. This serial killer, whose mission is to kill the serial killer, is sitting on the dead prey, slowly calming down and recovering his strength.
At the foot of the corpse was a ball of clothing that was about to burn to the ground, and that was Leo's coat.
Inspired by Elland's fire-scarred scar, Leo just found a bottle of motor oil in the basement and ignited it on the coat. Sure enough, it caused the other party's stress psychological disorder, and won the vital for himself and killing youth. A few seconds.
After a while, he stood up, retrieved a blood-stained 56-type triangular ridge / arm spur, put it in his sleeve, and walked in front of Leo, reaching out to help him up. "Although you didn't listen to the advice and ran back without permission, I was very upset, but thank you ... you also saved me once, and we evened out."
"You killed him." Leo said, his somber tone telling a chilling fact.
"It's us." Killing Qing smiled at him. "Look, that's the truth. You are a law enforcer and you are not guilty of killing. But I have one less uniform and you are guilty of killing. The law is such a puppet. Putting on one's face and taking off her clothes is another, and whoever treats her as a goddess is a fool. "
Leo's lips were tight and his face looked like dripping water.
The bell suddenly rang in the dead man's pocket, and Sha Qing bent over and touched Elaine's phone, glanced at the name displayed on the screen, and pressed the answer key. When he spoke, it was Elland's voice, with a clear Hebrew accent: "It's okay, the cable is broken. Isn't it repaired? It's so awkward, I have to ask this little thing ... the one who owes it is you, the cavalry, waiting for Lao Tzu to kick your ass! "
He pressed the hang-up button hard, turned his head to look at Leo's startled thoughtful look, and sighed, "I don't think it's possible for you to leave now. So, go and kick him together?"
Leo froze, Shen said, "He must be tried by the public and pay the price for the crimes he has committed. He has to confess and atone for his sins, not to die in a bullet without pain."
"Ah, it sounds so good. All in all is telling me not to kill him, so that you can handcuff him, and then lead the court like a walking dog, right?" Sha Qing mocked his lips, "You really thought it was a fate Will the disciples be quietly captured? "
"If he realizes that he has no choice but to surrender, I will not allow you to kill."
"What if he bears stubborn resistance?" Sha Qing asked provocatively.
Leo answered blankly: "Kill him."
"Excellent, I think we can reach a temporary united front," said Sha Qing with a smile, "that is, I'm safe for the time being, don't worry about you poking my back with a gun barrel and saying 'Don't move, Raise your hand ', right? "
"Before I caught the cavalry, yes." Federal agents promised cautiously.
Sha Qing pulled out the FN57 from Elland's waist, opened the gun, looked at it, and handed it to him: "Here, it's better than the grid / rock issued by the public, regardless of power, penetration, or capacity. Bullets It's still a military version, and it can be worn through a police standard body armor. By the way, do you know what the gangsters call this thing? "He paused, a smirk twitching his lips:" 'Police Killer'. "
The black-haired detective held the handle of the gun and said coldly, "Of course, two of my colleagues are sacrificed under this gun."
In his cold eyes, Sha Qing smiled away, returned to Elland's body and cut his right thumb with a knife, then turned and walked out of the power distribution room.
Leo Moe walked three meters behind him, and the two of them talked for a while.
They touched the top floor and came to a closed all-metal door with a keypad for fingerprint password locks. Sha Qing took out some fluorescent powder from the dark bag and scattered it on the keyboard. With a UV pen, the six keys contaminated with skin residue were clearly visible, and then inserted into the pocket-sized decoder, which was resolved in a few seconds. He pressed Elaine's broken finger on the scanning screen, and the door slid open to both sides.
At the same time, they retreated to the sides of the door and concealed, despising the wide hall inside. Sha Qing pulled out a □□ M9 from under his ribs, held the gun in his left hand, and placed a bowl-shaped lid on his right palm above his head, glancing at Leo.
SWAT sign language, "Cover Me". Leo nodded sharply at him.
The two of them stepped forward and back into the room silently, relying on various shelters.
They searched the whole room alertly, but could not find the cavalry. In front of the window with white curtains, more than half of a chess game was placed on the marble table. The black and white battle was over. The white knight on F5 was eaten by the black soldier. The gray-colored human bone chess piece is standing insidiously next to the center line of the chessboard, as if looking forward to the hand that finally won this round and sending it to the target. There was a blood meal on his body.
Leo stared at the chess piece in disgust, like a cockroach shaking a tentacle on the kitchen counter. Twice before, he was so close to the death-bone knight, that even now seeing it, there is still a sense of urgency to escape from the dead-this weak emotion made him frown with dissatisfaction.
Someone gave a light grip on his shoulder, with a sense of comfort and encouragement. Leo turned his head to look at Jun Junyi's fake face, and for the first time found a soft warmth in his dark eyes, although it was fleeting like an illusion.
Leo suddenly felt that he knew this serial killer who had been hunting for a whole year-yes, he knew him, not from simulated portraits, psychological profiles, not in anxious dreams, or in the office. Wall full of photos and text. He has appeared in his life, perhaps the person who was in front of him when buying lunch; maybe someone who smiled and apologized when he accidentally scratched a busy street; maybe someone who crossed the line while walking in the morning exercise ... ...
He thought he must have seen this man somewhere, and even had some contact, but he was completely clueless at the moment.
Maybe this is the so-called sense of sight. Sometimes people don't need real memory at all, and the brain will naturally create a familiar feeling that makes you seem to have reappeared in the old days, so that a pair of men and women who have never met before will feel that the past life will continue in this life.
Shaoqing, where have we ever seen ...
He fell into a trance until he was awakened by a low voice in his ears: "Wake up, Leo, you can't be in a daze here, we have to find the cavalry quickly."
Leo was awake suddenly, and a rush of shame came to his mind, and he made a difference at this critical moment. He turned his head to find the seized equipment from the bag under the table, put it back one by one, and asked casually, "Do you think the cavalry escaped?"
"I didn't reveal any flaws in the previous call. He shouldn't notice it." He Qing hesitated for a moment, apparently not 100% sure. He thought about it and said, "There is another possibility. He went downstairs to check the captives. Soon he found that the room was empty. I think he would be angry and would call the Devil's cell phone. Of course there is no mobile communication company in Hell--" He glanced at the detective with dark hair, and his eyes clearly read: We have lost the opportunity.
Just then, the lights suddenly went out.
The sudden darkness seemed to faintly breathe and breathe. The two of them reflexively hid behind the nearest shelter, and the clenched hand / gun bullet was loaded.
"He turned off the generator?" Leo asked in a low voice.
"No, I think I just turned off the lighting equipment," said Sha Qing. "He knows the old nest well, and maybe a night vision device. Now we have to deal with not only a ground snake hiding in the dark with a cold gun, but also a labyrinth-like complex. Terrain, and a bunch of ancient killing agencies. Good luck! "
"We can't stay here, he will guess when he sees Elan's broken finger. We will go down." Leo said.
"Going down with dark eyes? Hell."
"You can also turn on the miniature flashlight and wait until I get far enough from you."
"Oh, detective, you are far more sinister than I remember. Do you want to use me as cannon fodder to attract enemy firepower, and then take advantage of the fisherman?"
"If that's the case, today will be my lucky day, killing two birds with one stone."
"Fuckyou!"
"If you are not even a gender, I will consider accepting it." Leo said without hesitation, but because of the unintentional words, his face was inexplicably hot.
"Smelly gangster!" He was called a woman's voice, young, tender, snoring, and using Chinese.
Leo almost laughed: this guy's talent for imitating various human voices is too strong.
Just a few tens of seconds of conversation eliminated a lot of sudden discomfort and tension. The two closed their mouths in unison, and slowly touched the door based on the impression of the entire room when they arrived.
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