Steel Steam and Flame

　　 This space was quiet again in a very short time, and the smoke from rough pistols and ordinary bullets was still desperately fusing into the surrounding air. In the garage lights, they appear extremely unreal.

　　 Taranto has also been nervous. Such a big person shouldn't be like this. No matter how bad his heart is, it is not that he has never seen a dead person. But in the corridor, he felt the weird atmosphere emanating from that man, which made him feel very bottomless. After all the bullets were shot, the hand holding the pistol was a bit numb because of the power of recoil. The sweat came out of the palm of his hand, but he didn't have time to let go of the hand holding the pistol now, and wipe it on his clothes.

　　 The eyes under the round glasses are always slightly squinted. This is the normal state of seeing things not far away after my eyes are short-sighted. The light is not very bright, and during this moment, I don't know if it was because of the pistol bullets that the lights in the car that had been turned on suddenly went out, and there was an unclear feeling of darkness. A large group of black shadows crowded in front of the car. It can be clearly judged by the appearance of the humanoid black shadow that the tough seat belt has been completely removed, and the iron roof of the ceremonial car has also appeared an obvious bulge, which was pushed out by the enemy with his head.

　　 The enemy's survival is too strong, and the last burst of power before death is not like a normal human being, and it may be called a monster. Looking at the front part of the messy car, Taranto carefully watched after shooting the bullet, and pushed his glasses to think.

　　 I don’t know if the enemy really died under the bullet, but even if it wasn’t, it should be seriously injured now.

　　 has no confidence in his marksmanship, although he has been aiming at the enemy's head, but for no reason, there is an illusion in his heart that he has not hit the enemy at all. He backed down the magazine and wanted to replace it with another one, so that the beating heart could get basic peace of mind. After all, this is a pistol, powerful enough to kill a strong horse.

　　 took out another magazine in his trouser pocket, and Taranto withdrew the empty magazine under the sound of a "boom" like a light tap on the table. I have been staring nervously in the eyes of the dark air at the front of the ceremonial car. At this moment, it also proceeded at the same time as the sound of retracting the magazine, and a dark red thing appeared instantly.

　　 Taranto, who was completely focused on it, vibrated in his heart, and his sweaty hand jumped subconsciously. When he pulled the trigger with his finger, the pistol without bullets would only groan painlessly. Wearing glasses, the dark red real image was transmitted into his brain soon afterwards. It should be a pair of eyes, right?

In his imagination, lying in front of the car, he should be killed by him, or the enemy who was seriously injured had already straightened his body at this time, his arm was quickly raised in his eyes, a hand far more than his hand. The much more delicate pistol jumped into the line of sight. The black muzzle was locking onto the deadliest part of mankind, like a poisonous snake lurking aside for a long time, and the deadly bullet was about to be shot in the next moment.

　　 Inside the gloomy car, the bulging blood vessels on Doig's head are also beating vaguely following the rhythm of the heart. His face had become ugly, and half of his face was besed with blood. The cross pupils have an urge to spew out because of the rage in his heart.

It didn’t hit the point, but in the narrow area of ​​the driver’s seat of the ceremonial car, and because of the deadliest safety belt, even the eyes could catch the trajectory from the muzzle in the next moment, but the physical action But it was severely restricted. When breaking free from the restraint of the seat belt, the first few bullets could barely avoid the deadly points, but they could not completely avoid them.

　　 The neck, face, chin, and some parts of the upper body are all marked by bullets. The caliber of the pistol was not particularly large, except for the two through wounds on his neck and face, the remaining bullets were all trapped in his body. Surgical surgeons, who have greatly increased their keen perception, will have an extremely strong feeling if they consciously perceive foreign objects invading their bodies.

　　 But as long as you live, Doig only has two thoughts in his brain right now, and this is one of them. The other is to completely kill the person who fired at him. After being shot, he didn't act immediately, because at that time, the body reacted violently, and a lot of electrical signals were transmitted to his nerves, and he couldn't put his next actions into practice at all. And don't know right

Fang's pistol model, the number of bullets in a magazine is also unknown, and this is what he was thinking about at that time.

　　 I can hear the sound of the other party changing the magazine, so there is no need to look for an opportunity.

　　Doih did not hesitate at this moment, spread out his cross pupils, and quickly raised the arm that took out the pistol. There was no extra movement in the middle. Even if they did, Doich believed that they could no longer affect the established results that were about to show in his eyes now.

　　 The opponent is changing their magazines, and at a glance, he knows that he is not a professionally trained person. The technique is very rough, and because of the tension, the action at the moment seems very clumsy. Doig could not understand why he was so badly persecuted by such a person. But fortunately, the enemy is such a person without any training. Otherwise, the enemy will become any surgeon. Under such restrictions, he will face the situation of death.

　　 But there is no other possibility. No one can change this established fact now. Doih thought, the pistol was slowly rising like a banner under the sun, waiting for the moment when the tongue of fire gushed out. He opened his mouth full of blood, and the tattered half of his face did not affect his smile, and the exposed teeth were red with blood.

　　 Pressed his fingers down, and the gunshots of platinum bullets exploded in his ears as expected, and the tremor of eardrums made him feel refreshed. But the next moment I felt something was wrong. The fleeting tongue of flame did not appear in his eyes, and the head of the person with glasses in front of him did not explode as he imagined. The man was standing right outside the car door, looking at himself in astonishment. And there was a sharp pain in his chest, and the car seemed to be falling down, and Doig found that his gaze was tilting down sharply. He glanced down slightly, it was empty, and most of his body had been severed behind. The blood flowed like a leak from the ball, and the process was no longer felt. Doig's upper body fell, and his normal eyes finally caught a glimpse of the narrowed red eyes on the back seat.

　　 "It should have been thought that excessive weight would also have a fluctuating effect on the efficacy of the drug." Doig's thoughts came out before disappearing.

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"Not ready yet?" The voice next to it is obviously urging and impatient~www.ltnovel.com~ The other party is also a good hand, before invading the signal of our conversation, we are fully prepared, how is it possible to just press a button You can solve the problem. "Derpo responded to Sevina's words. At this time, he had already parked the extended car on the side of the road and pulled out his equipment to speed up the recovery of the disconnected contact with Doik.

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

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

　　 hurriedly started debugging. The opponent is a good player, but Gerpo is also a professional.

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

　　 Glancing at each other, Derpo read Sevina and Buck's thoughts.

　　 "Hey, Doig? Are you still there?" Jerbo asked, receiving a few seconds of silence. Then there was a sound that looked like a car door, and then someone answered the communication device over there, in a very standard imperial language, with the kind of tone that teachers often use in class.

　　 "Hello, the person you are calling is temporarily unavailable. Please apply for communication later."

　　 "Pop." He was hung up immediately, leaving only three people looking at each other in the night breeze. (To be continued.)