Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 263 Hunting
The moment the explosion sounded, Chu Yang felt a strong malice falling on him.

Almost without any hesitation, in an instant, Chu Yang turned around and flew to the side.

Da da da da... What followed was a burst of intense gunfire.

Except for Chu Yang, Dr. Ma Tai, who had been silent by the side, also reacted.

Although she is a scientific researcher, she once dealt with a certain agent of the "Harvest Project" among the major forces, and also avoided layers of pursuit, which can be regarded as having experienced a life-and-death crisis. For the first time, he lowered his head and hid under a test bench not far from him.

However, Hillcott, who had been standing in the middle of the laboratory, only turned his head in shock after the sudden explosion and gunshots, and then his whole body suddenly burst into bloody flowers.

"Professor Hillcourt—"

Dr. Matai, who was hiding under the experimental platform, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this scene.

Amidst the smoke, a tall and decadent white man, holding a common Chicago typewriter in his left hand and a delicately shaped pistol in his right hand, strode away from the laboratory door Come in.

"Duncan, Duncan..."

Unshaven Duncan Vizsla entered the laboratory and looked around. Before he could take any further action, an anxious voice suddenly sounded from the headset, "Someone is heading towards the laboratory where you are. Unidentified."

"Ok!"

With a heavy hum, Duncan Vizsla ignored the "unidentified" figure that might appear behind him, and instead swept across the core laboratory of the Strythein-Moranta Company with a stern expression. .

The laboratory swept by the grenade he threw earlier and the "antique" Thompson submachine gun in his hand was in a mess.

The body of a white-haired white man fell to the ground, and there were broken tables, chairs and pieces of experimental equipment everywhere.

Duncan Vizsla casually threw the old antique that had entered the collection in his hand on the ground, and holding his usual pistol in his right hand, he moved slowly and approached the laboratory.

This antique submachine gun was collected by Duncan Vizsla when he was "professional retirement". It is the earliest production type M1921.He has always collected it as a collection, but this time he took it out without hesitation and discarded it casually.

It seems that for Duncan Vizsla, the significance of weapons has never been in collection, but in his original use.

Two snaps——

After Duncan Vizsla threw away the empty magazine Thompson submachine gun, he fired two shots in a certain direction he perceived with the pistol in his right hand at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, his nerves were tense, and at the same time, he felt a long-lost sense of excitement.

"what--"

The woman's exclamation sounded again.

Duncan Vizsla didn't even look at it, he raised his hand and shot, the bullet hit Dr. Matai's forehead.

When he entered the laboratory from the front, he had already noticed Dr. Matai, and the other party's pretended panic expression was full of flaws in his eyes.

As a top killer, although he seldom kills innocent people, he is never relentless when carrying out his mission.

Especially at this moment, Duncan Vizsla already knew that someone was rushing to the laboratory, just in case, his top priority right now was to get rid of the target.

The expression on Dr. Matai's face remained between horror and astonishment, and a mobile phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

"Dr. Matai, what happened to you? Is it the person who broke into the laboratory suddenly...Dr. Matai..."

The voice came from the phone.

Obviously in a call state, and the name of the contact person on the call is-Alan Krauss.

Snapped--

Another shot.

Duncan Vizsla casually blew up the mobile phone that was still emitting sound, and continued to search the laboratory lightly.

He didn't care who the female researcher was talking to. At this moment, all his body and mind were observing every little movement in the entire laboratory.

The target did not appear in his field of vision.

For a moment, he almost felt that the information he had received was wrong, but after entering the laboratory, the faint sense of crisis that lingered in his heart was still lingering.

He knew that the target was still in this laboratory, but the target's reaction and speed far exceeded his expectations.

The moment he blew up the laboratory, the other party avoided it with an incredible reaction.

However, Duncan Vizsla was not in a hurry, although the assassination missions he carried out in the past were almost all intentional calculations and unintentional, sudden assassins without giving the target any reaction time.

But his long career as a professional assassin brought him not only a strong heart, but also excellent patience, excellent skills, and the calmness and determination to deal with all emergencies.

The core laboratory of the Streissein-Moranta Company, perhaps due to the presence of other auxiliary buildings and various experimental workshops, is not particularly large, only about five or six hundred square meters.

In such a space, even though there are various rooms and experimental equipment as obstacles, there is only one exit. Duncan Vizsla is confident enough to find the other party without being run away.

As a top killer and hunter, searching for prey and killing them is not only a job, but also his pleasure.

"It's here."

"It looks like there was an explosion here."

"Be careful."

Suddenly, a voice sounded outside the laboratory.

Duncan Vizsla's face remained unchanged, and he turned sideways a little, and he had already hid behind the wall of a nearby aisle. He breathed lightly and maintained a state of stillness.

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On a congested street, inside a Porsche car that was caught in the traffic flow, a middle-aged man with a square and resolute face listened to the last gunshot on the phone with a dignified expression, and his eyes seemed to be in disbelief.

The red light is on.

beep-

The traffic in front of the Porsche began to move forward slowly, and the impatient car owner behind him pressed the horn loudly to urge the Porsche.

A Lincoln SUV burst out of the side lane, trying to jam into the gradually clearing lane ahead of the Porsche.

Inside the Porsche, the man with a square and resolute face, after a moment of astonishment, seemed to suddenly come to his senses, and suddenly stepped on the accelerator.

The Lincoln SUV next to it barely changed lanes and crossed the line, and when half of its body protruded out, it slammed into it hard.

A loud bang.

The right passenger door of the Lincoln SUV was completely deformed, and the front of the Porsche was also dented.

But before the owner of the Lincoln SUV got out of the car, the Porsche suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the lane ahead.

Crossing a traffic light intersection, the Porsche suddenly turned around and sped towards a deserted path next to it.

The direction in which it is heading is exactly where the Strycein-Moranta Company is located.

Under the gradually darkening night, the Porsche was speeding on the road at a speed of almost [-] mph.

"Mate, you have nothing to do."

Inside the Porsche, Alan Krauss gripped the steering wheel with both hands and murmured in a low voice.

Although based on his experience, he had already predicted that the worst situation would happen, but at this moment he still hoped that his judgment was wrong.

buzz-

The Porsche is surprisingly quick on the open road as it leaves the city.

In front of the road, a Ferrari sports car that was also driving at a high speed was overtaken by a Porsche at a speed of more than [-] mph.

The moment the two cars converged, Alan Krause seemed to subconsciously turn his head and glanced at the driver's seat in the Ferrari.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a bald man in a dark suit.

The moment the other party looked at Alan Krause, he turned his head slightly and glanced at him.

Soon, Alan Krause's Porsche overtook the Ferrari and sped towards the outer suburban road.

And the Ferrari sports car seemed to gradually start to speed up, moving along the driveway where the Porsche passed.

(End of this chapter)