Chapter 129: White lie

"Do not!"
Yan Kuang is still expressionless, let him give up as a killer, it might as well let him die.
"Do not……"
The old man had a horrified look, and he saw that there was a man behind Yan Kuang, a very strong young man with a sharp machete in his hand. The figure was half a head taller than Yan Kuang.
Yan Kuang seemed to feel something, a little side of his body ...
Unfortunately, it's late!
The sharp blade was turned into a light and shadow in the air, and it fell fiercely on the shoulders. The hand holding the sniper rifle had fallen to the ground in the flash of the sharp, and the tail of the sniper rifle was gone. Arm support, immediately raised his muzzle up.
It's Liu Biao!
The matter is not over. If it is over, Liu Biao will not be Liu Biao. When the knife flashed and the arm fell to the ground, Liu Biao suddenly kicked in the place where the sharp leg was bent, and one of the legs was kneeling. When he got down, he supported his body with one hand and let go of the rifle ... Liu Biao was not over yet, and the blood-stained Dao Mang cut his arm to the ground and cut it off ...
All the movements were only a few seconds without any block. "Peng!" The blood flower splattered, Yan Kuang lost his arm's support, and fell heavily on the ground. His eyes were staring at the quilt. Bloody red sniper rifle ...
A killer, without a gun, is no different from ordinary people, and, like Yan Kuang, a killer who is full of enthusiasm for guns and disdains to practice any martial arts, for them, guns are almost life.
Now, Yan Kuang's absence of a gun also means no life.
"Kuanger!" The old man flung towards Yan Kuang, and Zhang Yang sighed and loosened the knife in his hand. Although Zhang Yang loosened, the old man's throat was still severed by a sudden blow. , Blood leaked.
"Kuanger, it's me that's hurting you, it's me that's hurting you ..." The old man's voice was hoarse and hoarse, holding a trunk with no arms.
"Dad, it's okay. I never thought I would end up on my first day as a killer, cough ... Daddy, I like how you hold me, I like ... When I was young, I loved you holding me the most ... "The grim and cold face had become a touch of tenderness, as if he had forgotten the pain, and galloping in that wonderful childhood memory, he was remembering the warmth of being hugged and played by the old man.
"Woohoo ... Dad shouldn't let this dead end ..." The old man buried his head in the open chest.
"No, Dad, what I am most grateful for is that you brought me into the profession of killer. I like this profession. I like ..." Yan Kuang wanted to pat the shoulders of the elderly with his hands, but he had no arms, only Can use the bleeding, the remaining stump touched the old man's body, the old man was bathing in blood.
"He won't die!" Zhang Yang looked at the time, and suddenly walked to the two of them to pull away the old road: "But you must die!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yang's knife flashed, the old man's choking sound stopped suddenly, his hands covered the spurting blood in his throat, staring blankly at Zhang Yang, suddenly, with a look of gratitude, he squeezed two words out of his throat: "Thank you……"
The old man slowly fell to the ground without pain, with a look of joy, as if he had fulfilled his biggest wish.
Just as the old man closed his eyes, Zhang Yang's blade of light flashed again, a slick of blood soared in his strict throat, his eyes kept looking at Zhang Yang, and there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and he was desperate Opened his mouth and squeezed out two words: "Thank you ..."
Looking at the two blood-stained corpses that fell to the ground, Liu Biao looked at Zhang Yang in surprise, and opened his mouth without speaking.
"Let's go ... I'll explain it to you ... There is no time now. According to the police force in city C, it should be blocked now, and there will be advanced police ..."
Zhang Yang took the 92-type pistol in his hands and put several magazines on the old man on his body. He strode out of this ancient and broken clock tower, and Liu Biao followed with a gloomy look behind Zhang Yang.
After leaving the scene, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao immediately changed their blood coats and took off the gloves on their hands. All the items were concentrated in a backpack, and the other backpack was for the clothes that had been taken off.
I randomly found an alley and came out. Sure enough, the police forces outside have not been deployed. I just saw some police cars frantically flashing the lights on the road. Apparently, the killer shot a few shots and shocked the public security department. There was no support. In the case, they did not dare to block it rashly. After all, the other party was a sniper. In this city, the destructive power of a sniper was far beyond the forest.
Both of them were in a low mood and never spoke. The death of their father and son made them feel extremely depressed, especially Liu Biao. He never understood why Zhang Yang did it. The killer, however, Zhang Yang still killed.
Before arriving at County D, the two got off the bus again and walked for some distance. They found a motorcycle for rent and sent them to County D County. Now they must be careful not to leave a trail and be followed by the police.
Finally, the two settled in a small hotel in County D.
The two took a bath, sat in a daze after clearing their wounds, and the scene of the father and son embracing each other kept hovering in their minds.
"Want to hear me explain?" Zhang Yang sighed and looked at Liu Biao who was silent.
"Think, I believe, you can give me a satisfactory explanation." Liu Biao sat upright. Although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's treatment, he now has a blind trust in Zhang Yang.
"I told the old man that his son's immortality was to alleviate his pain. You also saw that he died very peacefully. I think the last wish of his life is to hope that his son can survive."
"Oh ... I see ..." Liu Biao suddenly realized. The somber expression on his face unraveled, "So ... why did the young man thank you?
"He already understood what I meant. Both people will die. No doubt, the old man died first is more in line with their wishes. If the young man died first, the old man must be full of pain at the moment of death. Since both are dead, I can Let them choose a reasonable and pleasant way to die. This is what we can do. As for my promise that the elderly will not kill the young, it is just a good faith lie! "
"The two of them must die. First, they can't escape the police. If they are caught by the police, our identity may be exposed. In addition, if they escape, then we will still be chased by them endlessly. Killing, he must be endless hunting. Of course, you might say that one of them is a bad old man, and the other is the disability of a broken arm. Where is there any power to chase us? "
"I'm sure this is a wrong idea. The young man is not dead. He will definitely think of several ways to avenge us and use our lives to wash their shame. People like him are very dangerous people. With strong willpower, he could not use a gun, he would use other means, and even, unscrupulously, at that time, he would be more terrible than when he did not lose his arm! "
Zhang Yang explained the reason very carefully. He didn't want to cast a shadow on Liu Biao's psychology.
"Hey, I misunderstood you. I'm dead when I die, isn't it just two garbage killers!" Liu Biao stood up and slapped Zhang Yang's body fiercely, apparently, his trace of estrangement had disappeared.
"Oh ... I said Brother Biao, can't you shoot somewhere else?" Zhang Yang was shot by Liu Biao and his teeth were painful.
"Oh ... I'm sorry, Brother Yang. I was wrong. Where does it hurt ... where ..." Liu Biao's heavy hand was stroking on Zhang Yang's body.
"I rely, you're perverted ..."
...
The two started arguing for a while, and the unpleasantness at the beginning disappeared. The two have had some tacit understanding over the years. Naturally, they know what the other person thinks. In general, Liu Biao is much simpler than Zhang Yang.
"Liu Biao, I have to tell you something!" Zhang Yang suddenly looked serious.
"Ok?"
"Everyone has countless stories behind him. Even the most wicked people will have a kind and warm side. People, there is no good or bad, everyone has their own family, their own friends, Just like the killer, their father and son's feelings are moving, but their hands are covered with blood. They are killers. Will the relatives of the dead think they are good people? The answer is yes, no! "
(To be continued)