Love Killer

Chapter 212

Feng Zhannuo's attack was very ruthless, and on the other hand, because none of them were Feng Zhannuo, and Feston would not show mercy, anyone would use any method, and it would be useless to negotiate with these people under any conditions , only the fear of death can play a role.

"Did the white ghost send you here? Where is he? Tell me!" Cooperating with Feng Zhannuo tacitly, Feston and him each guarded two positions. During the exchange of fire, his voice sounded like a devil playing in the ears of those killers. Note.

Feng Zhannuo hid behind a display cabinet with an ancient long gun, stretched out his hand and fired a shot, and heard the scream, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, "Not to mention that there is only one ending, if you say it, you can save your life." Go back, which one do you choose?"

These killers can be bought with money, so it shouldn't be difficult to get clues from them. Feng Zhannuo had such an idea, but no one answered except for the sound of gunfire.

Compared with the death in front of them, they seem to be more afraid of the white ghost's revenge afterwards. Feston doesn't want to kill all the killers yet. He wants to find a clue, but knowing how powerful the two of them are, who would dare to meet them face to face? Try to escape from here.

Triangle Eyes, who had pretended to be Greg's bodyguard, should be dead. His decision was correct. Only by putting down their guns could the risk be reduced. Unfortunately, neither of them did.

Feng Zhannuo received a hint from Feston's eyes and made a quick move. He restrained the group of killers, and Feston rescued the college students at the same time. The process just happened in just 1 minute, and the situation immediately reversed.

Whoever gives the killer a weapon is looking for death. Those criminals who show off their force in front of the police are tantamount to digging their own graves. Without the marksmanship and skills of these two people, it is best not to say anything provocative. Now they have tasted it Bitter fruit.

Some of the more than a dozen killers were lucky. The unlucky ones had already hit the guns and became the ghosts of the guns. They dispersed and fled towards the back door of the museum. Even if they knew that there were policemen outside, they could only I can give it a go.

Seeing Greg along the way, several killers stopped, "Kill him!"

"Wait a minute" to stop his companions, the killer in a black jacket pointed a gun at Greg's head, "He's still useful, keep it, go out and kill!"

Several people agreed, Greg seemed to have not reacted, and subconsciously wanted to do it. One of the killers was punched and couldn't bear it. He raised his gun while yelling, "Kill him! You can get money when you go out." !"

With no one around, Greg seemed to be dying.

Looking around, no one can save him at this time, Greg's eyes flashed, he suddenly moved, a neat attack followed by a roll, dodging to a safe area when the opponent was slowed down by the attack from the shooting department .

The speed, the power, the rhythm, the coordination is just right, this is not something that a person who sits in an office all day will reach out, and the killers find that the situation is not right, "Damn it!"

Greg slowly took off his gold-rimmed glasses and was ready for battle. His dark brown curly hair was tucked behind his head. He didn't have the sharp eyesight of Feston, but his handsome and gentle face had an indescribable feeling. If Feston stood Next to them, you will find that the expressions of these two people are very similar, making it difficult to figure out what will happen next.

A useless hostage can help them escape, but a skilled but unstable hostage will bring many dangerous factors. The killer in a black jacket changed his decision, "Do it!"

Greg intended to pick up the gun on the ground immediately, but the other party could not give him time to get the weapon.

The gunshot exploded in his ears, Greg thought he was dead, but a pair of hands appeared like a ghost, pulled him, poof, the bullet shot into the flesh, and a line of blood flowed down his arm.

Greg was pulled like this, rolled to the ground, and the bullet hit the person who stood there instead of him. It was Feng Zhannuo who dragged Greg away, but unfortunately, he got into the range.

He couldn't let Greg get killed under his protection!

Greg took a few steps back, realized that he had turned around in front of the gate of hell, and saw Feng Zhannuo, "Ian, thanks!"

This is not the first time he has encountered danger, and he was about to follow behind Feng Zhannuo to ensure his own safety, but when he suddenly saw the blood on his hand, which flowed down his wrist to the ground, he suddenly became nervous, "Feston is in where?"

"Fiston, come quickly—" he shouted loudly, and it spread far away in the open space.

"Stop screaming." The more dangerous the calmer, the bullets flew head-on, Feng Zhannuo flipped upside down to the back of the display, the glass cabinet above was smashed by a row of bullets, and glass shards splashed from the top of his head fall.

Greg followed him and hid behind the half-person-high display cabinet, Feng Zhannuo raised his chin, "Take off your clothes."

"What did you say?!" Greg stared at the killer with a calm face, and made sure once again whether he should take off his shirt, the answer was yes.

"You want me to take off, clothes, clothes? What if Feston sees it?" He took off his coat first, not sure if Greg was joking, Feng Zhannuo pressed his arm, raised his eyebrows and smiled , "He knows I won't be interested in you, you are not qualified enough."

Perhaps this sentence aroused Greg's rebellious psychology, "Aren't you qualified? Then how can you qualify?" He unbuttoned his shirt and leaned slightly when Feng Zhannuo tore off the shirt and used it as a cloth bandage for himself.

Feng Zhannuo continued his actions, only raised his eyes when Greg was approaching, and when he relaxed his hand suddenly, he squeezed Greg's throat with a bleeding hand. The slippery and bloody smell was uncomfortable, and the cold grip On his neck, those blue eyes were smiling, getting closer and closer.The slender eyes were half-smiling, "When you can still overwhelm me under my gun, you will be qualified."

The person he likes must have enough wisdom, enough stamina, enough skill and courage, not afraid of danger, but enjoy the danger, maybe this kind of person can be called a freak or a genius for short.

"Does that mean anyone who is qualified can use your power?" Feng Zhannuo relaxed his hand slightly, and Greg was able to breathe. He touched the blood on his neck and asked with a smile.

Feston, your cousin doesn't seem simple, squinting at him, Feng Zhannuo bandaged his arm again, "I protect you because you paid for it."

"It's not because of Feston's entrustment?" Greg asked sharply and directly, and Feng Zhannuo replied very frankly, "It's because of him, so what, I will do my duty to the client who paid the money , but not risking it with my hands."

You know, how important hands are to a killer, Greg cut back his glasses, Feng Zhannuo looked at his movements, his eyes were a bit secretive, Greg was terrified by him, but he didn't dare to ask anything.

And there was no time, Feng Zhannuo was injured in his arm and could not shoot for the time being. He seemed to know that he was injured, but he was not sure how serious the injury was.

His eyes were instantly cold, and there was a rusty round shield on display in the broken cupboard, which was tied up by Feng Zhannuo, only to hear a few "dang, clang, clang", the bullet was blocked by the round shield.

But it can only be done to this extent. What Feng Zhannuo has to do now is to preserve his strength, but Greg tied his gun from the nearby corpse and stretched out his hand to fight back. He should have the courage, after all, the Al Qaeda Group Man in charge, thinking about Feston, it would be a little strange if Greg knew nothing.

But Feng Zhannuo still looked at Greg differently. Suddenly there was a gunshot approaching, and those killers finally lost their patience. Although Greg could shoot, how could he run out of bullets quickly compared to experienced killers? It can only continue to hide behind this exhibition against the wall.

"They can't do it!" Several killers who were about to run away, but unexpectedly tied the cheap killers, whispered excitedly.The bosses of the Blue Bar, Ian the ghost, and the Al Qaeda family!Kill them all and we'll be out! Stimulated by the bright prospect, several people gasped for breath and approached step by step.

Greg took a look at the injury on Feng Zhannuo's arm, it was on his right hand, he might still be able to shoot, but if the injury was more serious, shooting would probably make the injury worse, even worse, and even if he was unlucky, he might still be able to shoot Abandoned his hand.

A drop of sweat slid down Feng Zhannuo's forehead, but the corners of his slightly upturned mouth did not change at all. If there was anything, it might be the cruel killing intent in his eyes. Machines, which exclude all human emotions.

Greg can't die, and whoever dares to hurt the ghost, they never end well.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, blood for blood, evoked a bloody smile, moved his fingers, Feng Zhannuo didn't see Greg's surprised eyes for a moment, even if Yicha's arm might be abolished, he still wanted to keep it His fate?

When the gun rang, footsteps approached quickly, and there was a voice, "Ian?!"

The footsteps were hasty, with anxious elements, and Feston came near the back door, and what he saw was the moment Feng Zhannuo pulled the trigger—he was holding a gun in both hands, and blood gushed out from his bandaged right arm. .

The gunfire broke out, and the wound also burst. Feng Zhannuo held a heavy gun tied from the corpse in his hand. The recoil was so amazing that the right arm hit by the bullet could not withstand the bursts of shots.

There was blood on the corner of his mouth, he didn't know if it was his own or the enemy's blood. Ghost smiled coldly, and took the opponent's life with a single shot, even though the final price might be to pay an arm.

Feston stopped in an instant, saw Greg who was protected by Feng Zhannuo, and also saw the blood winding down Feng Zhannuo's arm.