"Bang!" "Bang!" Two dull voices sounded simultaneously in the empty alley.
A cloud of blood suddenly rose up in the air, like spreading red dye, and fell quickly with an astonishing amount of blood...
Just half a second ago, the short man with the gun pointed at him was smashed to the ground like a bag of sandbags. His head was like a watermelon that had been opened, with red and white mixed into a ball and heading out.
Bleeding gurglingly...
The bloody scene that hit his face made Zhang Yang's stomach churn uncontrollably. Looking at the tall man again, he saw that the fate was no different from that of the short man. The tall body lay on the ground in a daze, and a pool of blood flowed from his thick body.
The black hair sprouted out...
Two people were still standing here alive just now, blocking Zhang Yang, pointing guns at him, and wanted to send him to the West.
And half a second later, they were all shot in the head.
Headshots were shot at the same time. Judging from where they fell and where they were shot, the two bullets should have come from two directions. In other words, two people helped him kill the two killers and saved his life.
Zhang Yang looked at both ends of the alley, but they were both empty, with not a single person in sight and not even a sound.
"Which of your friends helped Zhang Yang, can you show up to see me?" The other party seemed unwilling to show up, but Zhang Yang still spoke.
The voice echoed in the alley, but there was no response.
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly. Since the other party didn't show up, he could only shrug his shoulders. He just looked at the corpses on the ground. How should he explain to the police later?
"By the way. Dantong and Danying." Zhang Yang suddenly thought that the short man had said just now that he had sent people to the psh trade center to find them.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly ran towards the alley. Just as I started, I suddenly heard a "squeak!" coming from the end of the alley, breaking the eerie silence, and then, a
The iron door opens.
A young man wearing a brown jacket and black jeans, with long hair like a decadent rock singer, walked out slowly carrying a backpack that seemed to contain a violin, and then turned around. [*
Yu] glanced at Zhang Yang.
He has a thin face and decent facial features. He is about 1.75 meters tall. He looks ordinary, with only half-hidden eyes covered by long hair. He seems to have no energy at all, as if he is a drug addict.
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"There's no need to go there." Before Zhang Yang could speak, the other party spoke first and said calmly,
"What do you mean?" Faced with this person who appeared out of the blue, Zhang Yang secretly felt vigilant. He might be the remaining killer now?
"Your two sisters-in-law, my colleagues have gone to protect them. They will be fine." He said as he walked towards Zhang Yang casually.
"Did you fire the gun just now?" Zhang Yang asked suspiciously.
The long-haired young man walked over to the tall man's body, stretched out his toes, and gently flicked the tall killer's head. He stared at it for a few times, then took out his phone and took a photo. He clicked on it.
He nodded: "Yes."
"This man's name is Qin Wujiao. He is the fifth of the Eight of Spades. He once served as a sniper for the special forces. It's a pity that he went astray."
Before Zhang Yang could ask him, he frowned again, walked to Scarface's body, reached out and turned over his neck, checked it, then raised his head, glanced at Zhang Yang, then lowered his head to turn over the scar again
He put on the clothes on his face and said to himself: "It's so neat, it looks like the techniques of a special forces force. How many years have you been learning it?"
Zhang Yang knew that he was asking himself. He didn't want to say it originally, but if this person really saved his life, it would be a polite response to answer.
"About four months!"
"Four months?" The long-haired young man stopped what he was doing, looked up at Zhang Yang again, then shrugged, showing a weird smile that he didn't know whether to believe or not, lowered his head again, and looked at the scar
He rubbed his face and neck a few times, and said to himself again: "Wang Liuhu, ranked sixth with eight of spades, was once a provincial Sanda champion. If you really fight him, you may not be his opponent. It's a pity."
After saying that, he stood up and walked over to the beautiful killer who was lying motionless. He glanced at the short man and then walked over without caring about the red and white things on the ground.
He straightened the short man's gaping head, took a look, and said, "Xu Siying, a former member of a provincial shooting team. Before he was selected for the national team, he killed five members of his father-in-law's family. He is a serious fugitive."
Then he stood up again, looked at the beautiful killer, and said calmly: "Tang Qiqi, Eight of Spades ranks seventh, it is said that she is the adopted daughter of Tang Duan, the founder of Eight of Spades, but Tang Duan is already dead, really
I don’t understand, shouldn’t I be in college at this age?”
"How do you know so clearly?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but become curious about this mysterious long-haired young man. How could he tell all the details about these killers like a treasure trove.
"Of course I know very well, this is necessary." The long-haired young man stood up, walked to Zhang Yang, then reached into his trouser pocket and touched for a while, but didn't seem to find anything. His face was a little frustrated, and he looked at Zhang Yang and asked
, “Is there any cigarette?”
"No, I don't smoke."
"How can you call yourself a man if you don't smoke?" The long-haired young man looked a little frustrated, glared at Zhang Yang dissatisfied, and then made a move that made Zhang Yang speechless. He ran to the hanging scar face, like touching a girl,
There was no taboo at all, and he just touched it wildly. Finally, he was actually allowed to take out a pack of cigarettes, and a trace of pride suddenly appeared on his face.
Like a nouveau riche who won a special prize for just two dollars, he took out the lighter in his pocket, then glanced at Zhang Yang, reached out and shook the pack of cigarettes he had just taken off the dead man's body, and asked, "
Don’t want one?”
Zhang Yang shook his head: "What do you do? Why do you want to help me?"
"Yeah, I'm also very curious about this question." The long-haired man took out a cigarette from the pack of cigarettes, then lit it, stretched out his two fingers and head, and held the cigarette butt. Like a greedy smoker, he fiercely
He took a deep breath and said, "It's just that you don't need to know. Knowing too much is not good for you."
"Are you a policeman?"
Hearing this, the guy smiled and shook his long hair: "Can a policeman have such long hair?"
"Maybe you've changed your gender."
The long-haired man felt a pain in his balls when he heard this. Then he glanced at Zhang Yang and said speechlessly: "Does the police have such good skills as me?"
"Special police, I've seen too many." In fact, Zhang Yang has not seen any of them. However, the special forces have seen them. I remember that Lan Jian once dispatched for him and Qiao Xier.
"Have you seen 007?" The long-haired man couldn't help it anymore. He held the cigarette butt and took another deep puff.
"Agent?" Zhang Yang asked suspiciously.
"It doesn't look like it?"
"That's enough!"
The man was speechless again. He reached out and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, "I saved you in vain."
Zhang Yang ignored him, glanced at him, and asked: "Why do you appear here? It's not that coincidental, right?"
"Of course it's not such a coincidence. We have installed a tracker on your Land Rover. We will know where you are as soon as we find out." The long-haired man glanced at Zhang Yang and said reluctantly. "In order to protect you.
, the team sent me as a gold medal agent, you are respectable enough."
Zhang Yang didn't realize that he was honored. He frowned and asked him: "You installed a tracker in my car. When did it happen?"
"In less than a week. We got the news that the Eight of Spades went all out this time and sent out the most powerful team in their organization to ambush you, so the people above organized an emergency team accordingly." The long-haired man paused.
, "The sea of people is huge. We are looking for them wherever we go, so we have to use you as bait. Their target is you, and we just need to follow you secretly."
"Use me as bait?" Zhang Yang was angry for a while.
"Okay, okay, I know you feel uncomfortable, but now your life has been saved. Now there are only three out of eight spades. Do you also feel a sense of accomplishment?"
"A sense of accomplishment?" Zhang Yang was speechless again. He didn't know where the sense of accomplishment from being chased all over the floor came from. However, when he heard that there were only three of the eight eight talented people left in Spades, he couldn't help but be shocked, "Yeah.
That is to say, there are only three people left who want to kill me?"
"Well, yes, you can say that, but they have five groups of red, orange, yellow, green and blue, each group has eight...the group you killed is the orange group."
"Grass!" Zhang Yang spat after hearing this, five groups, five, eight and forty, isn't that equal to forty? No wonder the system last time gave a plan to completely eliminate the Eight of Spades, but it actually required such an astronomical number.
There’s a long way to go!
"Let's go!" The long-haired man took one last look at the people on the ground and said in a low voice, "Someone is coming. I'll leave first. I've already informed the public security bureau here about the corpses on the ground. It's up to you.
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As he said that, he patted his buttocks for some time to get dust, and left coolly.
"Wait a minute." Zhang Yang hurriedly greeted him and asked him to stop.
"You're welcome, I'm Lei Feng..."
"Who thanks you? Isn't this what you should do? You...when will you remove the tracker from my car."
The long-haired man almost fell down, looked back at Zhang Yang, and said angrily: "Aren't you afraid of being chased?"
"Afraid!"
"Afraid? Then why did you get rid of it?" After looking at Zhang Yang for a while, the guy seemed to understand something and said speechlessly, "Don't worry, that thing can't record any sound or take any pictures, so what's the point of ambiguity?
, I don’t know anything about car vibrations or anything like that.”
Hearing this, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, that's pretty much it.
"Let's go." The long-haired man, carrying the heavy-looking luggage, staggered slowly towards the entrance of the alley like a singer.
"Hey, what's your name!"
"Aotian!"
"Aotian?" Zhang Yang thought about it for a moment, so stupid, "Is your surname Long, Long Aotian?"
When the long-haired man heard this, he staggered and almost fell...
But he didn't answer anymore and just walked away.
Zhang Yang curled his lips helplessly, turned around, and looked at the only living person on the ground, the beautiful killer with a cherry mouth.
He walked up to her and took a few glances at her. She was really beautiful. However, if he let her live, he would be in more danger. His heart became cold, so he slowly walked towards her and killed her.
Halfway through, he suddenly realized a very serious problem. He lowered his head and raised his wrist and looked at the time. Isn't this just the time for the system to refresh? Damn, this is such a big hole, you damn system.
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