The Last Killer

When Leo's consciousness revived, he vaguely heard Rob's groan.

"...Are you okay?" He asked with difficulty.

"...not very well, I think," came the quick answer from the front row, his voice dry like rocks rubbing against gravel, "I was shot...the shot went through Mann, and the bullet stuck in the My shoulder blades, my face and my body are full of his flesh and blood... son of a bitch, they killed him! He was talking to me a second ago, and now he has only two-thirds of his head left! These bitches Bitch, son of a bitch, damned scum! I'm going to blow their heads off! Oh, fuck, fuck..." Rob repeated the last word hysterically.

"Calm down, Rob! Calm down..." Leo let out a low voice, both to Rob and himself.He tried his best not to touch the thought that came to his mind at this moment: Mann died because of him!Mann wouldn't have swapped places with him if he hadn't been tearing his wounds from the long drive.This shot should have killed him, not the black boy who came out of the ghetto and was walking towards his goal in life with a dream!This thought was suppressed and crushed by him, the time right now is too precious to waste a second on guilt!

"Can you move, Rob?"

"Other than the left arm and shoulder, everything else should be fine... but the door is jammed."

Resisting the dizziness in his brain, Leo pushed open the rear door and got out of the car, picked up an iron bar from the ground and smashed the right front window glass, and pulled out Robla who was under Mann's body.His left shoulder drooped like a fountain of blood, the upper left half of his body was sprayed with flesh and blood, and his face was cut several times by the flying bone fragments.

"Call for support! This warehouse should have a back door, you go out through the back door immediately, find a hidden place and stop the bleeding!" Leo pulled out the Glock 18, using the car body as a cover, and pointed the gun at the bullet that was knocked out on the wall of the warehouse. big hole.The bright light there was suddenly obscured by shadows in an oblique corner, and someone was obviously hiding behind the wall.

"Let's go together!" Rob said, covering the bleeding wound on his brow bone.

Leo caught a glimpse of the gun in the hands of the figure at the entrance of the cave, and fired without hesitation. pits.Leo lowered his head and hid his whole body behind the car, and said in a low voice: "I'll cover you! Hurry up!" Taking advantage of the opponent's round of bullets, he leaned out half of his face and raised his gun to shoot at the concrete wall. Sparks shot out, and the figure retreated behind the wall immediately. "Go!" he yelled at Rob, who was still hesitant.

Rob gritted his teeth, pulled out all the spare magazines on his body and placed them at Leo's feet, and then disappeared into the gaps of a pile of containers.

A magazine of ammunition was quickly emptied. Leo pressed the magazine button with his thumb, replaced the new magazine with his left hand in the blink of an eye, and the rate of fire with his right hand did not stagnate at all.After firing another magazine, he guessed that Rob should have left the warehouse, so he stopped using blind shooting as cover fire, turned around and hid in the back of the car to reload, put the only two spare magazines in his waist, and then held his breath. Listening to the movement around.

Sweat wet his forehead hair, soaked his back, wet the bandages, the wound was painful like a knife cut, I don't know if it was soaked in salt, or was torn apart again by rough movements.Leo squatted with his back against the car body, panting silently, tensing his nerves to listen to the subtle footsteps approaching from far and near, while estimating the direction and distance in his heart...

Ten seconds later, he took out a miniature grenade from the small bag on the waist of the black combat uniform.This is an offensive grenade with a killing radius of only about 5 meters. It does not produce metal shrapnel when it explodes, and it mainly hurts people by shock waves.He pressed the safety piece with the mouth of the tiger, pulled out the pull ring, and then released the safety piece, counting silently three times before throwing it out——

As soon as the deafening explosion disappeared, Leo jumped up from the back of the car, bent over and got into the depths of the warehouse, quickly shuttled through the mess, and ran towards a rusty iron door in a dark corner.

Rob left a gap for him after twisting the lock and the chain that bolted the door. The sunlight outside the house shone brightly through the gap, like a long and narrow staircase leading to safety and freedom.His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and he stretched out his finger towards the iron door in front of him——

A strong wind hit behind him, Leo was startled, and quickly dodged sideways.The iron frame that was pushed down immediately smashed down, hitting the back door of the warehouse that was about to be opened with a bang.

There is an ambush!I wish Rob had escaped before... Leo's mind crossed the thought for a moment.

A figure emerged from the dust flying all over the sky, and its kicks as fast as a tiger directly hit his temple, the force was terrifying enough to kick a hard skull.Leo made the correct reaction in an instant, and leaned back to avoid the blow, but the wound was inevitably affected, and the sharp pain made his body movements produce a slight pause.

For the assailant, this slight opening was an opportunity to use it freely. He turned around and kicked Leo's back hard with his legs.

The severe pain forced a muffled cry from Leo's throat, and he staggered forward and almost fell down.The attacker didn't give him any time to breathe, and then punched him in the jaw.The piercing pain was like steel needles filling the blood and piercing the brain. When Leo spewed out blood and a broken tooth, he seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking in his cochlea.The next punch hit his upper abdomen, his whole body muscles convulsed, his stomach bag seemed to be smashed and pierced by the fist, his whole body was stretched into a bow shape due to the nerve reflex caused by the severe pain, he was stiff like a stone statue for a moment, and then fell heavily on the ground land.

The violent fists and feet fell on Leo's body. His thoughts were completely swallowed up by the pain. He could only instinctively hold his head in his hands and curl up his body tightly to protect his vital parts, using the smallest force-bearing area possible. against overwhelming violence.

The attacker finally stopped and took a breath, knowing that the pain had filled the opponent's nervous system, and he couldn't stand up and fight back in a short time.He raised his right leg and stepped on Leo's wounded and bleeding back, crushed it viciously, enjoying the violent trembling and retching of his body under his feet, he stretched out his hand and tore off his headgear, and laughed excitedly: "Ha, very Does it hurt? Just scream when it hurts! It’s so boring to hold back. Didn’t you issue a warrant for me? I’m right here, come catch me, handcuff me, come on!”

"Fuck, I was almost deaf! Damn you!" Another big black man tapped his left ear with his palm, and walked over with a little staggering footsteps. There were wounds all over his body, especially the back—it looked scary, but it actually hurt. The pain was not too serious, and the blood flow was not too much.When the miniature grenade exploded, he chose the safest posture very timely and professionally, protecting his key parts such as his head, chest and abdomen.The numerous wounds on the back were mainly due to the fragments of scrap iron being blasted by the shock wave, piercing into the flesh, and some debris even penetrated deep into the body, and it was difficult to remove all of them even with surgery.

This tall and strong black man in his thirties stretched his left hand behind his shoulder cursingly, gasped for breath, pulled out a bloody screw, threw it on the ground with his hand, and put the barrel of the M468 carbine in his right hand on top. The back of the federal agent's head: "Because of you, I will not be able to fly in civil aviation for the rest of my life! In return, I will give you a 6.8×43mm bullet, thank you!"

"It's too cheap for him!" Elaine cocked the barrel of his gun. "Besides, it's my time—you missed that shot just now, didn't you, trooper."

The big black man known as the "cavalryman" shouted angrily: "I hit it! Who knew they would suddenly switch seats before!"

"Anyway, it's not my fault that you didn't re-target. Don't forget the rules of the game. If you miss a hit, you have to change." Elan said.

The cavalryman gritted his back molars, spat extremely unwillingly, and finally retracted the barrel, "Okay, now he's yours, Demon King. Let me see something interesting, don't beat people to death with two or three punches Yes, even though you are best at that."

Elan raised his military boots a little, then slammed them down again, laughing wildly in the federal agent's painful convulsions: "No problem, this time I'll come up with a very, very interesting idea to be worthy of such a ferocious prey! But now, we have to leave first, hear, the howl of the police car a few blocks away, I don't want to be blocked by the FBI commando in this crappy warehouse."

"Get him back." The cavalry hit Leo on the back of the neck with the butt of his gun.Elan leaned over and picked up the black-haired detective who had passed out, and easily threw it on his shoulders like a sack. The two left the dark space that was still filled with gunpowder smoke, dust and blood through the big hole in the wall that Chevrolet knocked out.

Nearly 20 minutes later, [-] police cars came roaring with wailing sirens. FBI commandos in urban combat uniforms and bulletproof vests, and armed with submachine guns jumped out of the cars one after another, and surrounded the silent city like a formidable enemy. of abandoned warehouses.

Behind the no-go zone surrounded by the police, an ordinary black Ford drove slowly and stopped by an old building a hundred meters away.The man in the driver's seat was wearing a dark gray hooded sportswear. The slightly fat hat covered his head and the upper half of his face, making his eyebrows fall into obscure shadows.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.After eight rings, the other party connected, and he lowered his voice and said, "Blue Star Tarantula, an old friend I have never met, you have business again... I need a person's exact location, South Chicago, Englewood District , an old warehouse with the sign of 'Leano Scrap Iron and Steel Recycling Factory', he should have been hijacked by two men, the vehicle might be a mercury-colored Land Rover Aurora, the time was about 20 minutes ago... oh , don't do this! I know you have tampered with DHS (United States Department of Homeland Security) two years ago when upgrading the 'Homeland Security Network', and millions of surveillance cameras in public areas in major cities across the country are all on you In the 'spider web', isn't it... don't say that you have destroyed it, you want me to believe that a top three super hacker in the world will not leave a back door in the program he handled? This is urgent, yes Yes, very urgent, move all the orders in your hand back, I don’t care which lane they are on, they all have to give way to me first...Okay, let’s make a price, as much as you say...OK ! It will be credited into your account within tomorrow. But I want you to come up with the fastest speed and wait for your reply." He hung up the call, put the phone within easy reach, and then gripped the steering wheel and began to worry anxiously. And wait patiently.

Five or six minutes later, the phone rang again. He started the car when he heard a series of addresses, and disappeared in the deserted streets and the commotion of people in an instant.The location of the person being tracked is moving, but it doesn't matter, this is a public place under the control of the state machine, and surveillance eyes are everywhere.

(Note: For the story about the hacker Lanxing and his handsome blond guy with a troublesome physique, see "Spider" for details.)

When the trance consciousness began to condense, Leo felt as if he was forcefully pried out of the solidified cement slurry. The dizziness and nausea firmly entrenched in his brain, and the pain from all over the wound bit his nerves again, clearly reminding him and his present condition as a captive.

He found himself lying on his side on the cold concrete floor, bound by paratrooper ropes, using the military method, from shoulders, arms, chest to hips, tightly tied with knots, and the fingertips of the hands pinned behind his back could not reach. Touching each other, there is absolutely no possibility of breaking free with bare hands.The rough rope even passed under his crotch, hooping the full shape of the gluteus maximus behind him. Once he struggled a little, his private parts could feel the pain of being rubbed by the thick rope.

Damn rope catching!Leo cursed in his heart, maintained a comatose posture, and slightly raised his eyelids to peek at the two burly men in front of him.

The cavalryman was sitting on a chair without a backrest, and was using a MOD trident jackknife to cut open the long-sleeved T-shirt, revealing a muscular but riddled dark body. He gritted his teeth and used the tip of the knife to remove the embedded flesh and blood. of foreign matter.Every piece of broken iron was picked out of the muscle, and there was a light sound when it fell to the floor. The big black man didn't groan from the beginning to the end, but kept breathing.

Leo could clearly see two tattoos on his swollen arms from the oblique angle. On his left upper arm was a sharp sword with two wings. It is a skull without a jaw, and under the sword tip is a shield with lightning bolts diagonally.On the upper right arm, there is a streamer tattooed with a line of blood in the middle: "Rangers Lead The Way".

——This guy is probably a veteran of the "Rangers"!As an elite force second only to Delta and Army Special Forces, it's no wonder they have such a professional sniper ability. It seems that this time it was not wronged, Leo smiled wryly in his heart.

"You look like a piece of Swiss cheese full of holes," Elam teased, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

After the cavalryman dealt with the wounds he could get, he flicked his wrist, and the trident jackknife shot through the air with its serrated blade, sticking to the side of his face and piercing into the wall. "If you have time to talk nonsense, why not help me find fault."

Elan pulled out the knife without changing his expression, walked behind him, and used the sharp point of the knife to pick out the pieces of iron that had penetrated into the muscle layer one by one.

The cavalry stopped holding back now, and grinned and cursed: "Can you be a little bit more accurate? Fuck, I really think this is cutting cheese! You fucking did it on purpose, revenge for the last time I pinched your crooked bones and reattached them." Up? Hiss——Fuckyou, Demon King!"

"If the cursing painkiller works, I don't mind if you spend more saliva." Elan gloated and stabbed him with a knife in his back.

"Bastard, I'm going to insert the 'Light 50' barrel into your asshole!" The cavalry threatened hoarsely, but the body under the opponent's knife did not dare to move.

Elan retorted bluntly: "Keep masturbating with your beloved Barrett M82A1, and don't forget to put a condom on the barrel, you gun freak!"

(Note: "Light 50" is the nickname of the Barrett M82 sniper rifle in the US military)

What responded to him was even more rude and obscene scolding from the cavalry.

After more than ten minutes, all the iron flakes visible to the naked eye have been cleaned up, and some are too deep or too broken, and it is difficult to completely remove them even with surgery. At the security gate, the alarm will be ringing non-stop. Even if he conceals his identity as a retired soldier, he will inevitably be inspected again and again. For the cavalry with a criminal record, it is a complete goodbye to civil aviation.

Elan patted the cavalryman's shoulder sympathetically, with such force that he groaned, "Go to the top floor, I'll help you get some hemostatic powder, sew up the big wound, and give a shot of TIG (human tetanus immune globule) protein)."

"What about this note?" The cavalry raised Leo's chin, who was lying on the floor.

Elan sneered and said, "It's a good beating by me. If an ordinary person would die long ago, he was trained and only has half his life left. It's fine to leave him here."

Out of the caution honed on the battlefield, the cavalry stood up, tied Leo's legs a few more times with the paratrooper rope, folded his ankles behind him, hung them 30 centimeters from his wrists, and picked up a bag on the ground— —It contained the weapons and equipment found from Leo, and the mobile phone communication equipment had already been smashed—and left the room with Elan.

After the door slammed shut, Leo opened his eyes.Now is a rare opportunity, he must break free and escape from the building before the two come back.

With difficulty moving his limbs, he tried his best to reach his trouser legs with his fingers—in order to prevent weapons from being hidden in the heels of his shoes, the "warrior" combat boots on his feet had been taken off by the cavalry.Fortunately, since the attack, he no longer wears a tight suit and replaced it with a black CQB combat uniform produced by Black Hawk.He sewed a piece of polished obsidian into the edge of the trouser legs of his combat pants, which is 10 times sharper than an alloy steel knife and cannot be detected by metal detection equipment.

His fingertips were getting closer and closer to the trouser legs, and he felt that the wound on his back was like a crumpled and trampled rag, and now it was being tightened hard again, the pain made his eyes black, and cold sweat broke out. "Hold it, Leo, hold it back, you can do it..." He murmured to himself, arched back with all his strength, dug the fingers of his right hand into his trouser leg and pulled it violently, pinching the life-saving knife blade.

His tense body suddenly loosened, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, he panted heavily, and the dripping sweat printed a clear human figure on the concrete floor.

It hurts so much!Torn wounds, and broken bones.There is definitely a fracture on the face, and the pain in the lower left rib is unbearable. One or two ribs may be broken. I hope it doesn’t pierce the internal organs and cause massive bleeding. It’s even worse if the body surface is pierced outward. , all viscera are displaced.At this moment, he felt like a doll that had been torn into pieces, and then stitched together with poor threads. As long as he exerted a little force, he would be in danger of falling apart.

But he cannot sit still.

Even if he died of serious injuries due to excessive action, he would never allow himself to die in humiliation at the feet of the enemy.

The obsidian blade was trying hard to cut the tough nine-core paratrooper rope, Leo's blue eyes were dimmed due to the severe pain, but there was a shimmering light that could never be extinguished from the extreme depths.

The tightness on his back suddenly loosened a bit, and he knew that a section of the rope had been cut.Panting and accumulating meager physical strength, he began to cut another section with his slightly movable right hand.

The squeeze on the limit of physical fitness lasted for nearly 10 to 10 minutes. By the time he was completely out of the restraints, he was too tired to even move his fingertips.The injured body clamored for rest, but the will stubbornly resisted it. Leo kept taking deep breaths, counting the seconds painfully like a knocked down player in the boxing ring. Before the [-]th second came, he supported the Slowly stand up on the ground.

Touching his left rib lightly with his palm, he found that the fracture was not too serious. Leo breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his combat boots from the corner and put them on. Simple and empty room.