Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

The teenager walked from the deck to the cabin below.

The cargo ship is divided into three tiers.

Bai Zhen went to the bottom layer.

And Xun Feng obviously intends to clear it layer by layer from top to bottom.

The music in the headphones is still playing.

The boy walked to the warehouse with a blank expression, his eyes as blue and deep as the sea were less bright than when they were in front of a girl, and more cold and indifferent that belonged to a killer.

He pushed open the warehouse door.

The people inside were still laughing and talking about the ammunition that was brought in this time.

Seeing the young man walk in, they were stunned for a second, exchanged glances, and asked, "Which group are you from?"

As soon as the voice fell, the boy in black raised his arm.

The body of the gun was exposed from the cuff, and the dark and cold muzzle was aimed at them.

The young man stepped closer.

Every step is very calm, but it is so quiet that there is no sound.

The bullet was fired from the muzzle and passed between the eyebrows, leaving a blood hole.

... Some people have not had time to pick up the gun, and some people have picked up the gun and have not had time to pull the trigger.

The young man didn't dodge or dodge, his hands holding the gun were steady, his blue eyes looked at the person opposite him indifferently, and he didn't even blink when he shot.

The warehouse quickly became quiet.

The boy's eyes swept past the corpse on the ground, looked up and down the warehouse, and after confirming that no one was there, did he put down the gun.

He turned around, stretched his long legs, and walked towards the door.

But not far.

He stopped suddenly, turned around at the same time, and shot the person on the ground.

The man's body twitched twice, and then the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

After Xun Feng finished firing the gun, he left the warehouse without looking back.

Clear people layer by layer.

It was obviously the most cruel killing, but it was made by a young man, but it somehow brought a noble and beautiful feeling.

The teenager supported the stairs with one hand, took a long leg and flew down.

The neat movement brought out a gust of wind, and the light golden hair on the forehead fluttered slightly.

But he didn't stop, and before his feet landed, he fired three more shots in a row, quietly killing the person in front of him.

Each pistol has only ten rounds.

The teenager leaned against the wall, pulled out the magazine, changed the bullet, and continued to walk.

He glanced at the time: eleven fifty-five.

Five minutes left.

His fingertips lightly touched the peach-flavored chewing gum in his pocket, and his eyes softened a little.

The speed of action of the young man has become much faster.

And this organization of smuggling-smuggling-arms-fire finally found something wrong.

"boom--!"

A sudden gunshot made everyone stunned.

The young man tilted his head and glanced at the iron plate that was pierced by the bullet on his side, and his originally cold eyes exuded awe-inspiring killing intent.

He raised his hand and eliminated the shooter.

But that gunshot was enough to attract others.

Including enemies.

Including Bai Zhen.

Xun Feng didn't know that Bai Zhen had already entered the cargo ship, so he hid his figure in the dark, and simply waited for the rabbits to wait for them to come together to catch them all.

Four minutes left.

It's a quick fight.

It is said in the book that it is not a gentleman's behavior to let a girl wait.

The cluttered footsteps were getting closer.

The boy took off his earphones.

Step out of the shadows.

Bullets are constantly being fired from the muzzle, and even the red light caused by high-speed friction can be seen in the dark.

The gunshots kept ringing in his ears.

gradually weakened.

There are more and more corpses on the ground.

The boy's hands were as neat as ever, and the pure black coat was clean and not stained with blood.

The posture of holding the gun was extremely elegant, and his brows were full of calm expressions, as if he was just accomplishing a meaningless thing.

The smoking muzzle turned.

Pull the trigger halfway down.

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