Chapter 861

The officer lying on the ground was so painful that cold sweat burst out.

When Zhuixing Nuo opened the gun, the guy's veins burst out on his forehead, and his nostrils gasped like an old cow pulling an old car.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

The collimator is actually very anxious at the moment. There are two bodies in the house, one half dead, and two of them are actually policemen!

A land of right and wrong should not stay long.

It seems that the trip to Rio is a mess. I don't know what big trouble the SOM family has caused.

But it's a little lucky that SOM and Klaus have a daughter, only over five years old. There is no SOM's body in the room. The collimator still holds a glimmer of hope. If the mother and daughter are not dead, he will arrange for them to leave here for comolo.

"Is it because of drugs?"

Zhuixing was born in a poor cave. Naturally, he thought of black eating black on the road. In fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon in Johannesburg. Soldiers are also thieves and thieves are also soldiers. Most drug transactions often involve people in the police station.

In case of an accident, it is often a means of silence, which is commonly used by black police.

The black policeman lying on the ground glanced at the collimator. His eyes were not only cold, but also slightly contemptuous.

The fire in the quasi star's heart jumped up again.

He is not a pure young man, but a real outlaw. It is a proof that he dared to give all the boss's women in his early years. Moreover, he has become popular in the mercenary circle for many years. He is known as the first sniper in the mercenary circle in Africa. He is definitely not a kind-hearted and soft hearted person.

Without saying a word, the collimator raised his hand and shot the black mirror in the knee.

Poof——

With the gunshot, the black police howled again.

But this time his mouth was stuffed with rags and his voice was much lower than before.

He stretched out his hand to pull off the rag in his mouth, but he was trampled on his arm by the collimator. His hands had been injured. He couldn't move at all when he was trampled by the collimator. He had to twist his body in vain, and tears fell from the pain.

"The bone in your knee was broken. You have to be a wheelchair all your life. Now you're just one foot. Do you want me to break both feet before you say it?"

The collimator looked at the black police lying on the ground coldly, and there was no mercy in his heart.

In his underworld career, it is not the first time to kill this kind of police who specializes in black eating.

When the gun was raised again, the psychological defense line of the black policeman finally collapsed.

"Mmm, mmm -"

He kept nodding and then motioned that he had something to say.

The collimator pulled off the cloth in his mouth and asked, "have you figured it out?"

"We're not here to kill SOM and Klaus..."

"What?!" the collimator was stunned.

The black policeman struggled to raise his head and looked at the collimator: "we're looking for you, collimator..."

The collimator felt the hairs on his face stand up one by one.

Find your own!?

"Who are you? I don't have a grudge against you. Why do you want me?" the collimator felt the muscles on his face stiff.

Because of yourself?

He thought repeatedly, which enemy is it?

Is it the drug lord you used to talk to when you were in Johannesburg? The one who wants to cut off his eggs to make wine?

Actually caught up with Rio!?

That's bullshit! Isn't he a woman!? He has fewer women?!

This idea was soon rejected. He was sure that his former boss would never know he had come to Rio de Janeiro.

"Who sent you?" the collimator continued.

The black police didn't answer the collimation.

Impatiently, the collimator thrust the rag back into his mouth and shot him again in the knee.

"Congratulations, you can be a wheelchair this time."

The black policeman rolled on the ground and kept twisting his body. He was shot in all his limbs and basically lost his ability to move. This time, he was shot again, which was so painful that it almost killed him.

"No time to waste with you!" the collimator looked at his watch and looked at the wound on his chest.

The wound has solidified and no blood flows out.

He felt it was time to leave.

Pulling out the rag in the guy's mouth, he glanced at the work certificate found from him. The collimator said coldly, "Adams? Your name is Adams?"

Officer Adams, who was lying on the ground, ignored the collimator's inquiry.

The collimator said, "if you don't say, I'll tie you up and shoot you in the liver. It'll hurt very much. Then I guarantee that it hurts very much and will bleed slowly and lead to death. It's estimated that you'll have to endure for 20 to 60 minutes. That kind of pain will make you want to shoot yourself in the head."

Adams was sweating more and more on his forehead.

He knew that the collimator was telling the truth, and the evil star really dared to do it.

But even if he did, he might still die.

"I won't say, you kill me! Come on, give me a good time!" he gritted his teeth and stared at the sight, looking ready to die at any time.

"Happy?! you won't get happy." the quasi star didn't expect Adams to be so hard spoken.

Perhaps Adams knew that the consequences of speaking out were more serious than dying.

It is conceivable that he was not an ordinary black policeman behind his back.

There is no need to be wordy. The collimator decided to leave. There will be no result if he asks, and he will waste his time.

At least two gunmen have been identified and there is still a clue to trace.

I'm afraid SOM is in the hands of these black policemen.

He raised his gun and fired a shot at Adams's liver. The shot was very tricky. The warhead rubbed the edge of his liver and hit it.

For a while and a half, Adams won't die, but it's definitely hard.

In order to prevent this guy from escaping, the collimator continued to shoot at his elbow and knee until he emptied a magazine of the pistol.

To deal with himself, he actually hurt som. The collimator vented his anger on ADAMS through bullets.

I'm afraid this guy doesn't even have the ability to tear off the rags in his mouth now. Even if he can be saved later, life is better than death. I'm afraid he will be a useless man in his next life.

Sometimes, you don't have to kill. There are more ways to dispel hatred than killing.

Take care of everything. The collimator picked up his backpack and was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was gunfire outside.

He was startled and rushed to the window.

The gunfire came from the foot of the mountain, accompanied by some noise.

Although I don't know what happened, the collimator knows it doesn't bode well.

He opened the door, locked the door, then closed it and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one. He chose another way opposite to the direction of the gunshot, and soon disappeared into the chaotic alley of the slum like a cobweb.

Until a few hundred meters out, Zhuixing took out the phone and dialed Qin Fei.

Now, he is alone in this strange city. The only thing he can think of is his brothers in the X mercenary Corps.

Moreover, since the gunman came for himself, he had some doubts in his heart and wanted to ask Qin Fei.