Step Back! Master is Here! Chapter 87: Kind person who asked not to be named

"damn it!"
"Jack! I must kill you! I must kill you!"
"Damn beast!"
In the corner of the unmanned alley, Chloe is doing a simple treatment to himself.
Her wrist was almost bitten by the sharp canine teeth.
The injuries are serious, and if not dealt with in a timely manner, there are likely to be sequelae.
For the killer, a pair of stable hands, not to mention how important it is, it is no wonder that Chloe is incompetent and furious here.
"Well, it looks like a big loss." Ward appeared at the alley entrance.
"What are you doing?" Chloe said in a bad tone.
She didn't worry about what the intelligence trafficker wanted to rob by fire. The killer valued the interests, and no one would kill people for no reason and end up with hatred.
"Intelligence." Ward looked at Chloe with interest. How did she get hurt?
"One million," said Chloe the Lion.
"Too much, 100,000." Ward countered, slashing nine-tenths directly.
"Okay." Chloe agreed.
At this point, it was Ward's weird look, but since it was all said, let it be.
Like Ward, he hasn't died for several years, so he will not be short of money on hand.
But human greed is endless, and with money you only want more. After making a lot of money, there are few killers who can restrain greed and pull out in time.
And can truly "golden basin wash hands, successfully exit the rivers and lakes". Even Wayne Kate, the man who had left, was forced to return.
"Does he have a dog?" Chloe asked.
"Yes." Ward nodded.
"I was bitten by his dog, and the beast almost bit my hand," Chloe said.
Ward glanced at the blood on the ground: "I remember, his dog is a husky."
"Yes." Chloe unfastened the bandage and exposed the wound. "See?"
Ward got closer, took a few more photos, and nodded with satisfaction, the business was not losing money.
Who would have thought that Wayne Kate's puppies would be so lethal?
At this moment, the dog that caused the wound was happily holding the fried chicken.
The traffic jam is finally over. The long-line fleet moved forward slowly.
Xiaotian raises his head and "wang" twice to Tang Luo, reminding him that there are many enemies around him.
"Got it."
Tang Luo nodded.
As a mammoth player, Tang Luo is not stubborn in perception, and the typical "dark arrow is difficult to prevent."
Of course, there is not much that can break his defense.
The appearance of Xiaotian Dog now makes up for this shortcoming of Tang Luo.
Driving towards the edge of the city, the speed of the car was gradually raised, but it left the bustling city and the traffic flow that should have been reduced was not reduced.
Behind Tang Luo, he followed the eight cars swaying, and basically did not hide his intention.
It was close to the edge of the city.
Several cars began to gallop.
At the front is an off-road vehicle.
Followed by a SUV, the co-pilot's window lowered, someone leaned out and started shooting at the off-road vehicle.
"It's almost here." Tang Luo slammed the brakes.
Suv, who did not keep a safe distance, bumped into it.
The two cars suddenly went out of control, spinning wildly on the road.
The shooter was thrown out of the car and landed heavily in the grass on the edge of the highway. He didn't know if it was life or death.
With the sharp sound of friction, two cars of good quality ran across the road, just parallel.
The head of the SUV was damaged and black smoke came out.
The of the off-road vehicle is sunken a bit, but it has no impact other than aesthetics.
The window lowered, and Tang Luo stretched out his arm, raising himself ominously.
The killer on the opposite driver's seat also raised his gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation!
It's too late to unfasten the seat belt and can only preempt the shot.
The sound of gunfire sounded.
Tang Luo's left hand seemed to move casually, and every ominous position happened to have a bullet coming.
The metal collided and rubbed, creating a flash of fire.
The bullet landed on the ground.
The magazine was completely empty, and the firing pin issued a useless sound of "click, click". The killer grew his mouth, but continued to use his fingers to continue to pull.
Is the bullet blocked by the gun?
"boom!"
The ominous gunshots were slightly different, with a hint of dullness.
"Drip--" The headless corpse rested on the horn, and the harsh whistle sounded.
The ominous power is pistol-level, higher than the desert eagle, and of course, the recoil is also great.
Open the door, get out of the car, Tang Luo walked in front of the SUV.
On the other side of the car, other cars stopped accordingly.
The doors were opened and "guns and short cannons" aimed at Tang Luo.
Rifle, pistol, and one person holding a shotgun.
In any case, the "shadow world" is mixed, and everyone must keep a low profile.
The main weapon used is a gun, and no rpg or other things will be pulled out to attack.
They are killers, not mercenaries on the battlefield.
No one rushed to shoot, and everyone was waiting for Wayne Kate, who was hiding behind the car, to reveal his flaws.
As soon as the gun Lin Danyu touched off, as long as the other party showed a little outcrop, they started to fight.
As for lying down and kicking through the gap in the base of the car, no one did it. Believe it or not, just once, a bullet opened a hole in the forehead.
After all, it was a death messenger, the man who had killed his way into the nest of others and buried hundreds of corpses overnight.
Tang Luo smiled, lowered his muzzle, stepped back and raised his feet.
Then he kicked himself on the door.
The car flew out like a cannonball. Before the killers responded, they ran into two cars that were parked closer.
The car hit another person.
Several killers flew a dozen meters across and rolled on the ground, leaving them dead.
"Poor monk, come and save you."
A slight dull gunshot sounded, accompanied by Tang Luo's voice.
"Oh oh!"
In the off-road vehicle, Xiaotian dog raised his head and made a howling sound like a wolf.
After two minutes.
The gunfire stopped, Tang Luo took some firearms and finances, turned to the off-road vehicle, and soon the car was gone.
The dog screamed twice in the car.
"Is anyone dead? I know this, just keep alive."
About fifteen minutes later.
A car drove here and stopped slowly.
Ward got out of the car, looked at the corpse and messy scenes on the ground, and reluctantly called the phone.
In the shadow world, there are special "scavengers" who are regarded as the people of hotel chains.
But in the case of being hunted down, Wayne Kate would definitely not call someone to clean it up.
Ward intends to call someone to deal with it, of course, he will not pay, and will run later, which is equivalent to a "good-willed person" who does not want to be named.
After making phone calls, he kept taking pictures. For Ward, these were all money.
"what?"
Soon, Ward found a survivor on the grass by the roadside, and he was glad that he carried the man into the car and headed for the city.
He didn't plan to chase Wayne Kate anymore for information, that guy always felt more and more dangerous.
In the unlikely event of accidental planting, it is not good.
Within two minutes of driving, Ward staggered past a black business car.
However, it is a scavenger's car. The scavenger is responsible for handling the dead body and other aftercare work. It is always a big truck, a modified van or RV.
"Hey, aren't you dead?" Ward drove slowly, and asked Ward.
He had done a little simple treatment for the half-dead wounded.
"No ..." the man reluctantly replied.
"What happened, so many of you, solved by Wayne Kate alone?" Ward asked.
"Yes," said the killer, "I seem to ... see ... he kicked the car away with one kick."
Speech was intermittent.
Ward stepped on the brakes and almost let the killer roll off the back seat.
"What does it mean to kick the car away?" Ward asked.
He remembered that he saw that the three cars that had crashed into a ball, almost "embedded" with each other, were completely scrapped.
"I don't know, I don't know." The killer's voice was hazy.
He was thrown out of the car and landed heavily. He wasn't sure if he really saw it or had hallucinations.
"What the hell." Ward whispered.
It started when Wayne Kate left the small hotel, and it seemed to be moving in a weird direction he couldn't understand.
The corpse on the roof, Chloe's wound, and the scene just seen.
As if a silent remark, telling Wayne Kate's horror.
Ward felt that his decision to stop blending was extremely correct.
The horn sound came from behind.
Ward glanced at the rearview mirror, and the commercial vehicle that had just staggered just caught up, flashed the lights twice, and turned on the turn signal to signal Ward to stop.
It was probably scared by the scene on the highway.
Ward didn't bother to ignore it and moved on, so he didn't have time to talk nonsense with others, give people treatment early, get more information, and sell money is king.
But Ward's disregard did not mean that the commercial car was abandoned.
The speed of the commercial vehicle suddenly increased, and it was in parallel with Ward's car, then slowly pressed over, forcing Ward to stop the car.
Ward frowned, holding the pistol in his hand, close to his thighs, and the black pants made the black gun look inconspicuous.
Ward opened the door and got out of the car, shouting, "Are you looking for death?" It behaved like an ordinary angry driver who was forced to stop.
The door of the commercial vehicle was pushed open, and three men came down, one of them had white hair and was very dazzling.
Ward frowned. As a killer and intelligence trafficker, he must be capable of seeing and watching.
He could see at a glance that these three people, not ordinary people, were all blood-stained characters.
"What happened over there, do you know?" One of the men asked Ward looking at him.
Ward wasn't sure if his counterpart was his counterpart. Even if he is a colleague and wants to sell information, he will not sell face to face like this.
"What is it?" Ward's doubts were just right.
"Oh, it seems you know." The man completely ignored Ward's acting skills ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He has the ability to detect lies, enough to detect whether an ordinary person like Ward is lying.
"Catch him," said the white-haired man.
"Shit!" Ward whispered behind the door and raised his gun.
The moment he raised his gun, the man who questioned just grew his mouth.
A blue water column with the thickness of an adult's forearm spouted from his mouth.
Like the water column in a high-pressure water gun, it instantly broke the window glass and hit Ward.
Ward seemed to be hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, flying backwards.
Falling on the ground, despite the severe pain, Ward rolled and ran away when he stood up.
Didn't really run wild.
One hand stretched out from behind, grabbing Ward's neck, as if grabbing a chick.