When I bind the three-dimensional forum

Zhu Fukongliang is very unhappy now, and he also clearly knows that when he is not calm, it is easy to say what should not be said and do what should not be done.

But the words had already been spoken, Zhu Fukongliang didn't even take his mobile phone, directly left Zhu Fujingguang in his apartment, and slammed the door out by himself.

There are many channels for humans to vent, and what Zhu Fukongliang subconsciously thought of was to organize a base nearby.It's not too close to his apartment, it's just the nearest place where Zhu Fukongliang can vent his anger.

Since Brandid's identity was revealed in front of the red side, his red motorcycle no longer had to be hidden.The speed of the motorcycle was very fast, making the already cold night air piercing on Zhu Fukongliang's face. At this moment, he remembered that he hadn't put on his coat when he went out.

Anyway, it's all Brother Jingguang's fault!Zhu Fukong was even angrier.

The closed surveillance in the apartment and the earrings he removed represent his attitude. Even Sorasuke would not contact him at such a time, and would give him a certain amount of time to calm down.

Surveillance is just a materialized prop. Even without these, it is very simple for my brother to know where he is and what he is doing.

All he wanted now was to be alone and calm down.He didn't want to get involved with his younger brother in the matter with his elder brother, that would only make the situation more complicated.

The biting cold wind also messed up his black hair. Zhu Fukongliang's bare hands and arms were a little stiff in the air. After arriving at the destination and reporting the code name, he entered the password inside the base. Zhu Fukongliang directly took a Put the gun into an empty shooting training ground.

This base does not have any scientists, nor does it do any research, it is simply a base for members of the organization to rest and contact.

Without wearing professional noise-cancelling headphones, Zhu Fukongliang didn't warm up and massage his hands to make his stiff hands sensitive again, so he directly aimed at the target and fired several shots!

The first few shots shifted position, the recoil from the firearm made Zhu Fukongliang's hands numb, Zhu Fukongliang replaced a new magazine and re-aimed the position.But he didn't aim at the bull's-eye, but connected the damage in different positions together, causing the round target to be smashed into pieces.

This round target was damaged, Zhu Fukongliang replaced it with a human-shaped target, and he didn't let go until three more targets were destroyed.

It wasn't that he was out of breath, but that the bullets he was holding were exhausted.

The irritability and anger that spread from the bottom of his heart were hard to suppress, Zhu Fukongliang put aside the gun with a hot barrel in his hand, took a deep breath, and tried hard to control the fragmented memory images that flashed before his eyes.

The continuous shooting was the sound of the bullets, which slightly affected Zhu Fukongliang's hearing. It wasn't until there were sufficiently obvious footsteps not far behind that the black-haired police officer turned his head impatiently.

Standing not far behind Zhu Fukongliang is a young man with long silver hair. The long-haired man is not wearing the hat he usually does not take off. The turtleneck sweater covers his neck, and the loose black windbreaker seems to have never updated.But this dress naturally covered all the wounds and bandages on his body, making it look as if he hadn't been injured.

"Gin wine?" Zhu Fukongliang raised the cat's eyes without any disguise, and the hostility he carried shocked ordinary people.But for gin, that level has never been a problem.

Gin in a black windbreaker threw a Beretta M92F in Zhu Fukongliang's direction, and Zhu Fukongliang took advantage of the opportunity to catch it.

This pistol was not the one Gin used to use, apparently he took it from the practice room.

At the same time, there was a rattling mechanical sound in the shooting range, and a new target was brought up.

Zhu Fukongliang didn't care that his back was exposed to Qin Jiu, took the gun, and aimed at the new target that appeared inside the shooting range again.

After the bullet in the pistol was emptied again, Zhu Fukongliang finally calmed down a little.It was as if remembering that there was someone behind him, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Qin Jiu did not answer this question, but said: "There is a mission, do you want to take it?"

Zhu Fukongliang narrowed his eyes slightly, and responded without hesitation: "What type?"

This task is different from the transfer of information that Baillantid usually does, and it is not a solution to the goal.This time, the task that Qin Jiu said didn't have any complicated process, it was just finishing. This kind of task was usually handled by people who didn't have a code name at the bottom, and it was impossible for code members like them to take their turn.

But such a task is very suitable for Zhu Fu Kongliang now.

The black windbreaker that Gin was wearing allowed him to easily blend into the darkness. He leaned against the alley with his hands crossed over his chest, and looked indifferently at Brandide under the streetlight, using his fists in the simplest and rudest way. Passers-by cannon fodder that needs to be dealt with.

The more this direct way of getting started, the more it can relieve the depression in my heart. In the shadows that the lights can't find in the uplifted cat eyes, the complexion can't be seen clearly. From the position of Gin, I can only hear By the group of cannon fodder begging for mercy and howling.

Throwing a young man with dyed yellow hair on the ground, Zhu Fukongliang stepped on the man's chest, and the yellow-haired young man couldn't use his hands, so he could only try his best to push away the foot that made him feel suffocated. Try hard to beg for mercy.

Zhu Fukongliang took the gun that Qinjiu threw to him in the training ground, aimed at the struggling man, and aimed the gun between the man's eyebrows.

Cannon fodder Mr. A's pupils constricted, staring at the pistol aimed at the one that was about to harvest his life, almost fainting from fright.

"Clap."

The bullet never came out of the gun barrel, so naturally it failed to penetrate the man's head—the bullets in it were used up in the training ground, and Zhu Fukongliang forgot to change the magazine when he went out.

Zhu Fukong clicked his tongue, these mistakes should not have happened to him.

Gin helped him make up for the shot.The bullet pierced through the air, grazed Zhu Fukongliang's clothes, and shot into the temple of the cannon fodder gentleman. Blood mixed with brains flowed out from the wound.

Zhu Fukongliang moved his foot away in disgust, the blood almost splashed on his clothes just now.

"Do you want to continue?" Qin Jiu's movements hardly changed, he looked coldly at the position where Zhu Fukongliang was standing, and the thick and bright red blood was flowing.

Under the light at night, it deepened the color of the pool of blood, as if stepping on the edge of a deep pool, and could fall completely at any time.

"The gunshot just now, someone will call the police." Zhu Fukongliang touched the face of the yellow-haired young man with the toe of his blood-stained shoe: "The police should be here soon."

"Let's go." Zhu Fukongliang left the scene first, without leaving any traces that would remind him.

Vodka had already prepared a car and waited aside. This time it was not the Porsche, but a more common black car.This type of car can be seen everywhere, no matter when you can see it on the road.

In fact, this is the most normal. No matter how daring Gin is, as a killer wanted by various countries, he shouldn't be driving his conspicuous Porsche all the time.

It's okay in normal times, but when he was seriously injured, if the police and FBI were brought in, the one who would end up in the accident would only be himself.At least during his recovery period, Gin should not let himself be too high-profile.

Zhu Fukongliang was sitting in the back seat, playing with the unloaded pistol with one hand, and the fake or real smiles had completely disappeared from his face. The current Zhu Fukongliang, on the contrary, was more in line with Qin Jiu's memory of the past Brandyd.

The atmosphere in the car was oppressive and embarrassing. It was obviously winter, but a few drops of cold sweat still permeated Vodka's forehead, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes.

Qin Jiu was seriously injured yesterday, but now it seems that Zhu Fukongliang's condition is even worse.

Probably vented and vented, but Zhu Fukongliang didn't have much strength to continue to be angry.It's just that the negative emotions are still pressed in the bottom of my heart, as if something is stuck there, making it difficult for people to even breathe smoothly.

This ordinary-looking car had a face-to-face meeting with the roaring police car. The anti-spy stickers prevented people outside from seeing what was going on inside the car, and the police didn't even pay attention to this car that could be seen everywhere. He hurried towards the location where someone called the police.

So the three criminals left the police car's field of vision just like that.In this regard, Vodka quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Fukongliang listened to the sound of the sirens getting farther and farther away because of the distance, and suddenly said: "I hate the police, I don't want to be a policeman anymore."

Hearing this sentence, Vodka's hand almost slipped, and his eyes under the sunglasses quietly glanced at the rearview mirror, noticing that his elder brother's expression had not changed at all, and continued to hold the steering wheel tightly.

"Then replace it with someone else." Qin Jiu just turned his head slightly to this sentence, looked at Zhu Fukongliang who was staring at the reflection of the car window, and met Zhu Fukongliang's eyes from the reflection of the car window, The reflected picture blurred the colors, and Qin Jiu said, "Anyway, that's just a fake identity."

From the very beginning, he went to the police station undercover with the setting of Brentide disguised as Zhu Fukongliang. If Brentide didn't want to do this undercover mission, then the identity of "Zhu Fukongliang who was disguised" , in fact, anyone can.

The most suitable one should be Belmode, after all, she is good at disguise and acting.

Therefore, since Brandyd didn't want to continue pretending to be a good policeman, it wasn't worthwhile to give up this identity directly. He simply found someone to replace him and continued to penetrate into the police.This is a perfectly fine choice.

It's just that emphasizing this kind of words at this time seems to be a sign of something.The silver-haired killer continued to ask coldly, "Isn't it?"

There are everyone in the organization, as long as they are not undercover agents, they will not cause harm to the organization. Gin doesn't care who they are or what they have done.

Gin had a cigarette in his mouth, sparks flickered in the dim car, and white smoke surrounded the small space from bottom to top.

Zhu Fukongliang disliked that the air was too stuffy, so he opened the car window to let the cold wind blow into the car, sweeping away the strong smell of smoke.

Qin Jiu's tone has not changed from the beginning to the end, but it seems to have seen through something, and the green pupils are calm and sharp like wolf eyes: "Since you don't want it anymore, you can give up 'Zhu Fukongliang' at any time. This identity."

"This is a very simple matter for you." Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, and called out the code name: "—Billantide."