Steel steam and flame

This space became quiet again in a very short period of time, and the smoke produced by crude pistols and ordinary bullets was still desperately merging into the surrounding air. Under the garage lights, they looked utterly unreal.

Taranto has been nervous in his heart. Such a big man should not be like this. No matter how poor his mental quality is, he has never seen dead people. But he felt the strange atmosphere emanating from the man in the corridor, which made him feel very unsure. After all the bullets were fired, the hand holding the pistol was a little numb due to the force of the recoil. Sweat was dripping from the palm of his hand, but he didn't have time to let go of the hand holding the pistol and wipe it on his clothes.

The eyes under the round spectacles are always slightly squinted. This is the normal state of the eyes after myopia, trying to see clearly things not far away. The light was not very bright, and during this moment, maybe because of the pistol bullets, the lights in the car that were originally turned on suddenly went out, and there was an unclear dark feeling there. A large group of black shadows crowded in front of the limo. It can be clearly judged by the appearance of the humanoid black shadow that the tough seat belt has been completely removed, and there is also an obvious bulge on the iron roof of the limo, which was pushed out by the enemy's head.

The enemy's desire to survive is too strong, and the final burst of power before death is completely unlike a normal human being, and may be called a monster. Looking at the front part of the limo that had become messy, Taranto watched it carefully after firing the bullets and pushed up his glasses while thinking.

It is not yet known whether the enemy was really killed by the bullet, but even if not, he must be seriously injured now.

He had no confidence in his marksmanship. Although he kept aiming at the enemy's head, for no reason, he now had the illusion that he had not hit the enemy at all. He took out the magazine and tried to replace it with another, so that his violently beating heart could gain basic peace of mind. After all, this is a pistol, powerful enough to kill a strong horse.

Taking out another magazine from his trouser pocket, Taranto unloaded the empty magazine with a "bang" sound that sounded like a light tap on the table. In the eyes that had been staring nervously at the dark air in front of the limo, at the same time as the sound of unloading the magazine, a dark red thing appeared instantly.

Taranto, whose attention was completely focused on it, was shocked in his heart. His sweaty hand jumped subconsciously, and he moved his finger to pull the trigger. The pistol without bullets only made a painless groan. Wearing glasses, the dark red real image was quickly transmitted into his brain. It should be a pair of eyes, right?

In his imagination, the enemy lying in front of the limo should have been killed or seriously injured by him. At this time, he had straightened his body, and his arms were raised quickly in his eyes. A much more delicate pistol jumped into sight. The dark muzzle of the gun is locking the most lethal part of human beings, like a poisonous snake that has been waiting for a long time, and will fire the fatal bullet at the next moment.

In the dark interior of the limousine, the bulging blood vessels on Doych's head were beating faintly to the rhythm of his heart. His face had become ugly, and blood covered half of his face. The cross pupils have the urge to burst out because of the rage in their hearts.

It didn't hit the vital point, but in the narrow area of ​​the driver's seat of the limousine, and because the body was tied with the most lethal safety belt, even if the eyes could easily capture the trajectory of the gun muzzle at the next moment, the body's movements But it was severely restricted. When breaking free from the restraints of the seat belt, the first few bullets could barely avoid the fatal vital points, but they could not completely avoid them.

There were bullet marks on his neck, face, chin, and some parts of his upper body. The caliber of the pistol was not particularly large. Except for the two penetrating wounds on his neck and face, the remaining bullets were all still lodged in his body. Operators whose keen senses have been greatly increased will have an extremely strong feeling if they consciously perceive foreign objects invading the body.

But as long as he lives, there are only two thoughts in Deuh's mind right now, and this is one of them. The other one is to completely kill the person who shot him. He didn't act immediately after being shot, because at that time, his body reacted violently and a large number of electrical signals were transmitted on his nerves, so he couldn't put his next actions into practice at all. Moreover, he didn’t know the model of the opponent’s pistol, and the number of bullets in a magazine was also unknown. This was also what he was thinking about at the time.

But after hearing the sound of the opponent changing the magazine, there was no need to look for an opportunity.

Without any hesitation at this moment, Doich opened his cross pupils and quickly raised the arm that took out the pistol on his body without any unnecessary movement. Even if there were, Deuh believed that they could no longer affect the established results that were now unfolding in his eyes.

The opponent was changing the magazine, and at a glance it was clear that he was not a professionally trained person. His technique was very rough, and because he was nervous, his movements at this moment seemed clumsy. Deuh couldn't figure out how he could be pushed so badly by such a person. But fortunately, the enemy is a person without any training. Otherwise, if the enemy becomes any surgeon, under such restrictive conditions, he will face a certain death situation.

But there is no other possibility, and no one can change this established fact now. Deuh thought, the pistol was rising slowly like a flag in the morning sun, waiting for the moment when the flames burst out. He opened his mouth full of blood, and the tattered half of his face did not affect his smile. The exposed teeth were red with blood.

Pressing down with his fingers, the sound of exploding platinum bullets rang in his ears in anticipation, and the feeling of trembling eardrums made his whole body feel relaxed. But the next moment I felt something was wrong. There was no fleeting tongue of fire in his eyes, and the head of the man with glasses in front of him did not explode as he imagined. The man was standing just outside the car door, looking at him in astonishment. Moreover, there was a severe pain in his chest, and the limousine seemed to be falling downwards. Doihe found that his eyes were tilting downwards rapidly. I glanced down for a moment and saw that it was empty, and most of the body had been broken off at the back. The blood flowed away like a leaking ball, and the process could no longer be felt. The upper half of Doich's body fell, and his eyes that returned to normal finally caught a glimpse of the narrowed red eyes in the back seat.

"I should have thought that being overweight would have a fluctuating effect on the efficacy of the medicine." This thought came to Doich's mind before it disappeared.

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"Not yet?" The voice next to him was obviously urging and impatient.

"The other party is also a good player. He was fully prepared before invading the signal of our conversation. How could the problem be solved by just pressing a button." Jerbo responded to Savina's words. By this time, he had parked his limousine on the side of the road and dragged out his equipment to hurry up and regain the lost contact with Doich.

Less than ten seconds have passed, but bad expectations have already arisen in everyone's mind.

When the communication was interrupted, Jerbo on the side first thought that it was the reason for signal blocking in the basement, but the abnormal electronic sound revealed a big problem to his professional eyes.

He hurriedly started debugging. The other party was a good player, but Jerbo was also a professional.

The three of them were silent in the night wind. As the electronic sound suddenly disappeared, the interrupted communication returned to normal. But there was no sound coming from there, only the silence that was almost the same as that around them.

Glancing at each other, Gerbo read Savina and Buck's thoughts.

"Hello, Doich? Are you still there?" Jerbo asked, getting a few seconds of silence. Then there was a sound like a car door opening, and then someone answered the communication device over there, speaking in very standard Imperial language, with a tone commonly used by teachers in class.

"Hello, the person you called is temporarily unavailable. Please request communication again later."

"Pa." The call was immediately hung up, leaving only the three of them looking at each other in the night wind.