Sha Qing

"Sorry, I can't guess this." Li Biqing's low voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You've done a good job." Leo comforted. "You don't have to think about how to stop it. We will arrest the killer and let us continue to analyze and speculate."

"Um." The Chinese boy responded, and then said, "Leo, be careful."

"Rest assured, I will." Feeling the concern in the other person's words, the federal agent answered softly, then hung up the call and restarted the car.

After continuing driving for a few minutes, there was a sudden "bang" from the back of the car. Leo immediately felt that the car was shaking to the right / tilting, and he could hardly hold the steering wheel.

A flat tire, such a gravel road in the countryside is really a hell. He cursed in the bottom of his heart, stepped on the pedal repeatedly, stopped the car slowly to the side of the road, and opened the door to check the situation.

Sure enough, it was a flat tire on the right rear wheel. He bent down to check the tires. When he saw the triangular iron cones that had been pierced into the rubber, his heart jumped: this was not an accident! A sense of crisis emerged spontaneously. Between this electro-optic flint, his fingers had been inserted into the coat, and the handle of the quick-pull holster was pressed to touch the handle of the gun-but still one step behind, his ankle seemed to be a steel Clamp it tightly, drag it backwards, and the body falls down under the imbalance!

At the moment when he fell to the ground, Leo's brain suddenly appeared the next second: a sharp weapon will come from behind him, with the blade inclined upward, avoiding the ribs and piercing his lungs, he even made a sound The screams were too late to exit, and they slumped next to the car!

Death's sickle was cut, killing and stabbing the skin, and the skin on his back almost felt the icy blade of wind, and the shivering sensation of electric shock straight down from his feet to the spine. In the front line of life and death, he bent his left forearm to support the gravel road near the nose, while tightening his thighs with all his strength, his feet turned like two twisted wires, and turned sharply, breaking free of restraint. Before looking at the time to adjust the focus, right-handedly pulled the trigger in the direction of touching the figure without hesitation.

A pale cold light passed over his eyes, and a muffled noise was heard on G / Rock 18's hard polyformaldehyde shell, and the hand / gun was flew out. Leo grasped his right wrist, which was sore in pain due to the huge shock, and turned over and rolled out two or three meters away.

He blocked the attacker's lethal knife, but also paid a heavy price for losing his weapon. Originally, a spare XR9 pocket pistol / gun was inserted in the ankle, but unfortunately it was pulled out at the moment of attack.

However, he also took the opportunity to see the attacker's appearance. Although the other party wore a hood, he could only see a pair of small eyes with cold light, and the chilling serpent exposing through his eyes was chilling, but it was clear This is a big white man, and his height and weight are visually similar to the data obtained from the footprint at the murder scene-this person is likely to be the killer who left White!

It turned out that the seventh victim chosen today, that white knight, is himself! While the opponent raised his sword and rushed over, Leo on his back supported his hands with his hands, and his feet shoved toward the other's tibia. His squat strength reaches 350 kg, and anyone who gets kicked by this leg will not feel good, or even break directly. But when Leo's leg was sturdy against the opponent's calf muscle, he felt as if he was kicking on an iron plate, and the shock caused his feet to tingle.

The masked murderer took the opportunity to stab his calf with a knife, and pulled a **** hole at his ankle. If Leo hadn't contracted fast, I'm afraid the ligament had been cut by this knife.

This is a fighting master! Leo swore a carp and leaped sharply. His right leg swung the opponent's sword-holding wrist, but he was easily avoided by raising his arm in time. At the moment he dropped his leg, the opponent stepped forward, and Han Guang's blade penetrated the kidney of his right waist. The speed of the knife was too fast, and when he was about to reach the end of his leg, Leo could not avoid it. He had to turn around to twist his waist muscles and hit him on the back. The suit was torn by a sharp blade, and the emerging blood instantly darkened the dark fabric.

After two consecutive strikes, although the wound was not deep and did not hurt him, the constant blood loss and severe pain still severely reduced his speed and physical strength. Leo was even more frightened: his opponent's skill, even with fighting Compared with the expert Anthony, he did not give up much. This is no longer a level where he can confront directly!

Seeing Daoguang castrate the air again, a despair rushed from the bottom of his heart, almost freezing Leo's brain. However, his survival instinct made a decisive attack at this moment, throwing a handful of gravel that was secretly clasped in the palm when he fell between the ground, hitting the other side with his head covered!

The masked murderer subconsciously raised his arms to cover his head and face. Leo took advantage of this fleeting opportunity to compress his leg muscles like a spring and slam it out. He flew three or four meters away in the blink of an eye and flew towards the grass on the roadside. The one in the grid / Rock 18. While the other rushed over, he grabbed the handle of the gun with a slight advantage of one second. Trigger insurance did not need to be activated separately. His finger quickly pulled the trigger, and a three-shot shot was made when he turned over.

The moment the Leo grabbed the pistol / gun, the masked murderer judged that the situation was over. He thought that he could die with an easy assault, but was dragged into a hard bone by the seemingly white-faced federal agent. He made a quick decision, leaped out before the sound of gunfire, and rolled into a cornfield high by the side of the road.

This gravel road is not far from the rural town of Thomson. Although quiet and uninhabited, there are still a lot of reclaimed goodfields along the roadside. Corn in the summer has been spiked, and green fields have shrouded large fields. . The masked murderer's figure arched a few times, and soon disappeared into a green curtain. Leo's next few bullets only set off a wave of leaf-folding air waves.

The hot stillness reappeared on this country road. Leo took a deep breath in the smell of smoke from the muzzle, and the sound of the clamoring heart slamming the chest was swallowed slowly by him. The fabric was thoroughly soaked with blood and sweat.

After a blood loss, the vertigo came to the brain like a group of spinning vultures. He took off his blazer, tore his sleeves tightly around the waist two times, seized the wound on the back, tied a circle on the ankle wound, and then returned to the driver's seat in the car and started the car with the ignition.

His current position is 230 kilometers away from downtown Chicago. It is impossible to go back to the doctor. He can only drag a broken tire and continue to drive forward to the town where Thomson Prison is located-I hope that the population is less than 600 There is a clinic in the remote town that can stitch his wounds.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a bungalow in Main Street, Thomson Town. Leo glanced at the striking red cross sign on the signboard, dragged his weak footsteps into the glass door, and stood on a **** body. In front of the doctor in a white coat, he pulled out his credentials before the other side panicked: "FBI, I need your help."

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