genius psychologist

Chapter 263 [There is an inner ghost! 】

The pistol flared.

The bullet was ejected, and the hot casing was ejected.

Almost at the same time, stuck in the alley, suddenly the car began to reverse urgently.

With a thud.

The bullet entered the vehicle body.

Finally, it penetrated the back seat, and even the cotton candy in the seat cushion splashed out.

Bang bang bang.

The car backed crazily, as if dodging bullets.

The doors on both sides of the front of the car were opened, and they were firmly pressed against the wall with their feet.

Then use the force of the reverse car to frantically pull the bearing of the door link, making a screeching sound.

The door rubs against the wall, in a position with a large gap.

Finally it clicked.

The door of the passenger seat was torn apart by the wall.

The black Jack stretched out his hand and shot back at the predicted location on the roof.

The car is still falling backwards.

The silver-haired man, Amber, turned the steering wheel with one hand, picked up a pistol with the other hand, and shot three times at the joint of the door bearing next to him.

Another snap!
The door next to the driver's seat was torn off in one piece.

In this way, the front sides of the car are empty, and the doors have been removed.

As if everything was unspoken, when the car fell to the position where the two houses were separated from each other, they immediately stepped on the brakes, and then jumped out of the car and fled.

The houses here are almost wall to wall, with only a gap of about one meter.

As soon as he slipped in, he disappeared.

Witnessing this scene, Li Laosan and Chen Dong quickly turned around and went downstairs. They fired so many shots just now, and if nothing happened, at least two of the three Interpol officers were injured.

It's even possible that everyone got shot.

The two of them walked cautiously through the narrow alley.

Chen Dong's nerves were tense, and his eyes were fixed on the surrounding environment, the kicked trash cans scattered on the ground, and the blood from injuries.

Stains of broken window glass.

Undoubtedly, it indicates that someone is hiding nearby.

Li Laosan squinted his eyes and pressed his voice: "Don't hesitate, they will blow your head right away."

The reason why he said this was because he was worried that when Chen Dong encountered the enemy, he would miss the opportunity because of hesitation for a few tenths of a second and wanted to capture the opponent alive.

now.

Tommy, a white Russian policeman, was pale. He was shot in the thigh and shoulder, and the blood flowed out unstoppably.

He hid in the corner stairs on the second floor of this house, and he would shoot without hesitation as long as anyone tried to go up.

Squatting on stairs is the easiest and most effective way.

In his bloody hand, he held a shard of glass he had picked up.

Through the mirror reflection principle of glass shards, try to observe the movement in the blind area of ​​sight.

Time is this moment.

It seems very long, and you have to be careful to breathe.

Suddenly, for a moment, a figure was reflected from the shards of glass.

The white Russian detective Tommy's mouth twitched slightly, but he still came. He even regretted that he should have broken the opposite window just now.

In this way, at least it can give the other party a false impression.

It won't come to you right away.

At this time, Chen Dong and Li Laosan entered the room with extreme caution.

Neither of them spoke, their steps were light and their ears pricked up.

They are all carrying military backpacks and bulletproof vests, and the enemy has been wounded and bleeding, no matter how they look at it, they have the advantage.

Li Laosan gave the other party a look, and the two entered the search room by room.

Suddenly at this moment, Chen Dong frowned and pulled the other party, and raised his head towards the stairs, and he could see two spots of blood falling on the stairs.

Li Laosan's throat was slightly choked, and he was almost sure that the person was hiding upstairs.

The two approached towards the entrance of the corridor.

The atmosphere became more tense and dignified, and the air smelled of blood.

step.

two steps.

The white Russian policeman Tommy had already put away the glass shards. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and made the last struggle and analysis before death.

There were two people on the other side, and his legs couldn't move anymore.

There was no chance of winning, and those two guys looked exactly the same.

I don't know which one is the real target, even if it is a direct exchange of life, the probability is extremely low.

He suddenly said with difficulty: "I'm not the enemy (I'm not the enemy!)"

As soon as this sentence comes out.

All of a sudden, both Chen Dong pointed their guns at the corner of the corridor.

Although he said he didn't see anyone, he could already confirm that the sound was very close.

Chen Dong asked seriously: "Who are you? (Who are you?)"

"Who is your boss? (Who is your boss?)"

In fact, as long as these two answers are obtained, part of the mystery can be solved.

Tommy, a white Russian detective, was panting heavily. He was thinking about how to survive, fabricate a lie, or tell the truth.

Or like when I was in Indonesia, learning from the traitor who was lobbied to turn over.

Just as he was about to speak.

Suddenly there was a scream.

"ahhhh—"

A seven or eight-year-old kid came out of the room in a daze, saw the stranger and hid at the stairs covered in blood.

He screamed in fright!

The moment the shouts sounded, it was already doomed that there would be no way to make peace.

Suddenly, there was a hint of death intent in Tommy's eyes, he turned sideways and pulled the trigger without anyone seeing him.

boom--

boom--

Two shots rang out.

Tommy had a hole in his forehead between the brows and was blown off the head.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he didn't expect that he died so fast, so fast that he lost consciousness without even knowing whether he had hit anyone.

Boss Li panted heavily, as if he had walked through the gate of hell again.

At the critical moment, he shot the opponent in the head.

Then turn around immediately.

It was only then that he discovered that Chen Dong had been shot, and it had hit his thigh.

"Are you OK?"

Chen Dong endured the severe pain and twitched twice, then limped forward to search the body of the Interpol, and found out all the wallet, mobile phone and related documents.

He tried to use Tommy's finger to unlock the phone code, but found that it didn't work at all.

The other party was very vigilant, and the phone could only be unlocked with a password.

The identity papers also don't see anything that would suggest another layer of identity.

It's too late to say.

Suddenly the phone ding-dong and the screen lights up.

A message pops up.

And it was a line of Chinese input that they could understand.

"There is an inner ghost to stop the operation!"

Suddenly!

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, a stormy sea was set off in my heart!
Chen Dong and Li Laosan looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.

Looking at the white Russian detective Tommy lying in a pool of blood, they felt extremely complicated.

　Today I was stuck with suffocation, and fell asleep directly, as if the brain lacked oxygen, and it is estimated that the brain has been overused recently.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)