Two Dimensional Rescuer Demon King

Sanhua Tuan Ichiro smashed his forehead on the Rolls-Royce bulletproof glass, and blood flowed over his face.

He was so frightened by the sudden explosion that he was curled up in the back seat with his face like earth, and his whole body kept swinging.

The bodyguards drew out their weapons one after another, opened the door of the car in a daze, and surrounded a wall of people beside Sanhua Tuan Ichiro's car.

A few unlucky guys broke their arms in the violent shock, and their pale faces were filled with cold sweat the size of soybeans.

The section chief rushed to the Rolls-Royce, looked in through the window, and saw that Sanhua Tuan Ichiro looked outside with anxiety and couldn't help letting go.

"Class leader!"

Several agents in the police car were pushing the door with their guns, and the section chief yelled: "Damn! Don't come out! Call the headquarters! He. Damn, there must be a sniper nearby!"

He has been in the police business for more than ten or twenty years. Obviously, this is no longer a mere kidnapping, but undoubtedly someone wanted the life of Sanhua Tuan Ichiro.

Now that the matter had evolved to this point, even if it was a dereliction of duty, he couldn't let these young boys with pistols deal with invisible murder.

The police are also human, and there is no need to die for this arrogant rich man.

As if to confirm the words of the class leader, a sharp whistling sound passed by, and a bodyguard by the back seat of Rolls-Royce suddenly shook his body.

Amid the slight cracking sound of glass, he looked down at his abdomen blankly, where a hole the size of a cup suddenly appeared.

The steaming plasma was pouring out of it continuously, dropping a long sticky red line between the body and the ground.

Some bodyguards went down and looked around while looking for cover, while others still surrounded Rolls-Royce.

Sanhua Tuan Ichiro looked at the hole close at hand in fear, only feeling that life was pouring out from there little by little, away from him, like the heat in the carriage.

"Help! Help!"

Sanhua Tuan Ichiro finally cried hysterically, the image of grace and gentleness in the usual days no longer exists.

The aura that wealth and glory put on him completely disappeared, and now what is left is just a human with dilated pupils and a gray face.

Miyuki no longer targeted the car body, but poured bullets on the wall of people still surrounding Rolls Royce.

These guys were all foreign mercenaries, and each had at least 30 lives in their hands, and it was the cruelest massacre, so Miyuki killed them without any psychological pressure.

Every bullet "shot" of the modified barrel will produce huge recoil. With Miyuki's slender body shaken, she shot a series of long "shots", firing them without pause. The muzzle shifted almost non-stop.

Miyuki's terrifying marksmanship was finally revealed in this extremely unstable situation.

"1, 2, 3..."

Miyuki held the binoculars and counted hurriedly in her heart. After 18 shots were fired, nineteen people fell on the opposite side.

One bullet blasted the heads of two people.

Thinking that in the hands of those mercenary bodyguards, even the blood of "women" and children who are unable to resist, Miyuki played supernormally, and shot a headshot.

auzw.com Sanhua Tuan Ichiro’s car is now only the dead.

Sitting alone in the car, he looked at the fallen corpse outside, cursing viciously at the bodyguards who had escaped, while clutching his hair, crying desperately.

"Help! You cowards, I am the representative of the council! You have to protect me..."

The piercing pain made Sanhua Tuan Ichiro howled in pain.

In the police car in the distance, the section chief was holding the walkie-talkie with a serious face: "Headquarters, headquarters..."

protection? Go out to search for snipers or be a human shield? joke!

The bodyguards scattered behind the bunkers still failed to find the target, and some people have begun to shoot blindly.

Sanhua Tuanichiro finally opened the door and stumbled towards the police car.

His face was full of tears and nose, and his mouth was calling out meaningless calls like a madman.

Miwako whispered: "Mixing, can you leave him to me?"

Miyuki glanced at Miwako. She clearly knew that Miwako had been kidnapped. Although she “voluntarily” became an undercover agent, she undoubtedly saw a lot of the dark side of society.

Miwako wants to learn about the life of this bird.

Miyuki was willing to meet her reasonable request, so he nodded and said, "Okay! But my gun is modified. When you aim..."

With that, he handed the modified Barreton in his hand to Miwako.

"For those girls, it's time for you to pay..."

Miwako lay down beside Miyuki, muttered something softly, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet screamed in from the back of the running Sanhua Tuan Ichiro, through his lower abdomen.

The Sanhua Tuan fell straight to the ground, curled up and trembling in a pool of blood.

The section chief forced himself to look away in the car. He had never seen such a cruel way of killing, and he was still watching by a group of police.

Miwako's face was expressionless, and she pulled the trigger several times.

"Pump" sounded continuously.

Under the eyes of everyone, Sanhua Tuanichiro's limbs instantly separated from the body, and the pieces of bones and flesh splashed far away.

Sadly, he is not dead yet.

There was a faint roar of helicopters from the horizon, and Meihezi got up and took off his gun, without looking back down the mountain.

Miyuki and Xia Shi carefully cleaned their surroundings, and then left.

Aoi Futaba had already waited for them in an unlicensed modified car in advance.

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