Eric obviously underestimated the group of lunatics.

Originally, he thought that finding a police station to seek police protection would be equivalent to entering a safe area. These desperate pursuers would also weigh the consequences, and at least they dared not chase in arrogantly for a while. But now, he found that he was very wrong.

At this moment, the entire police station was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of smoke wandered along each ventilation duct in the building. Shocking and gunfire sounds came one after another, and the soldiers in police uniforms fell down one after another, blood was poured into a river.

In order to protect his safety, Eric was locked in the witness room, but this was obviously meaningless. At this moment, Eric watched with his own eyes the metal door handle was cut in half by a cyan blade, and the door panel was as vulnerable as a layer of window paper. A twisted figure appeared behind the door that was opened by creaking, and the face that blended the characteristics of humans and unknown animals at the same time was like a life-seeking god of death in the winding smoke.

What? How did things develop to this point?

Twenty minutes ago.

Thousands of drops of rain hit the broken car body. Corvette, who was roaring bravely a few seconds ago, was now like a tiger with teeth pulled out, lying sickly in the clothing store. The dummies and new clothes in the window spread on the splashed windshield, instantly soaked like rags.

Fortunately, no one was injured. The clerk of the clothing store was already scared and hurried in a corner of the room at a loss. The black sports car stopped outside the shattered window, and the black suits got out one after another and rushed to check the situation.

In the last car, the man who had just shot was casually holding a cigarette in his mouth, sitting in the passenger seat upright, as if he had no intention of getting off the car, with a look of carelessness. In the back seat was the person in charge of the operation, trying to express his dissatisfaction to the man who shot the Corvette tires with the M82A1LW.

"I know how difficult it is to invite you to come," the person in charge of the operation shouted, "But you have to know, Laoton, I am the person in charge this time! Your recklessness almost killed that boy! The person in charge said that he wanted to catch him alive, and it was worthless for us to bring a body back!"

The man was still smoking a cigarette indifferently and said indifferently: "Don't worry, that little devil will die. I have been in this industry for so many years, and I can tell at a glance who has the real ability. This bastard is not so easy to catch prey, so it won't die at this level. If I want him to die, there will be a bloody bullet hole in his head now."

This is definitely not a big deal. This man does have such strength. His name is Floyd Lawton, code-named Death Shooter, and is an internationally renowned wanted criminal. The reason why he is called this is because as far as he knows, this man has never failed. No target he is targeted can escape the fate of being pierced by cold bullets.

Just to capture a high school student as a hostage, he didn't need a killer of the level of Death Shooter to take action. He was hired for other tasks. This trip was just to watch the battle. Unexpectedly, the high school student's bold actions aroused his interest. On a whim, he picked up a light sniper rifle and sniped the Corvette's tire.

The person in charge of the operation had something to say, but now he swallowed it back into his stomach. His men had just come to report it. As Lawton said, there was no one in the scrapped Corvetri, only a little blood was left, and the boy seemed to be injured.

"Catch a few clerks and ask, they should see where the boy was going." The person in charge immediately ordered.

Lawton gently popped the cigarette butt that was about to be extinguished out of the window and sank into a violent rain. Then he lay comfortably in the soft seat and said, "Don't worry, the shot just now was on a whim and it was not charged. You know, my shot is usually very valuable."

Be careless.

At first, the group of black suits gave Eric the impression of a group of guys who were strong outside and pretended to behave, but they didn't expect that there was such a sharp gunman hidden in it. For this underestimation of the enemy, Eric paid the price of the first car he bought in his life.

He broke out of the car in time and entered the street behind from the only back door of the clothing store. In addition to some scratches, he also felt a moment of mobility in his right leg, his body was twice as heavy as his internal injuries, but he could not be evaluated, but he thought it would be as easy as falling on the court.

The clerk of the clothing store had no reason to hide it for him, and the pursuers would soon chase him. He pushed the door into the nearest restaurant, attracting the attention of customers. No wonder, if you see a young man with dirt face and soaked all over, the rain left like a waterfall on his shiny hair, and blood stains mixed on his legs, you can't help but take a look.

“Eric?”

Eric was a little surprised that someone would call his name in such a place. When he turned around, he saw a girl with black hair looking at him in surprise, wearing the work clothes of a restaurant waiter.

"Samir?" It took Eric more than a second to recognize the girl dressed in the waiter.

Kelly Samir, his high school classmate... to be precise, alumni, the two met in club activities. Eric always likes to respond with the most serious attitude when doing anything, and Kelly is the leader of the club. Most activities often end up developing into the result of two people sitting in the same cafe and at the same table and discussing the whole afternoon. Club students once joked that the two people are the heart and brain of the club.

In Eric's impression, this girl should always wear fashionable denim, wearing black leather boots in a casual manner, and looks like a little girl. She changed into a waiter outfit and couldn't recognize her for a while.

This moment is obviously not suitable for old friends to reunite. Eric rushed to say before the other party had time to ask any questions: "Although I'm sorry, I'm being chased by a group of lifeless madmen. I don't have time to explain. Please tell me where the nearest back door is? It would be better if I could get to a certain police station."

Kelly seemed to have not reacted yet, and saw a group of black suits crossing the street from the other side of the street from outside. She had watched similar spy war movies, and the ones who liked to wear sunglasses and black suits were probably not good at it.

"Go out of the kitchen window, there will be a police station two hundred meters west." She lowered her voice, "When they come over, I will say you've gone out of the back door of the employee storage room."

"Thank you, Samir, I owe you." Eric smiled slightly, so calm that he didn't look like a runaway man at all. "If there is a better time to meet next time, I'll treat you."

After saying that, he scrambled into the kitchen as Kelly said, climbed through the window and fell on the path soaked by rain. After rushing for a distance of two hundred meters, he really found the police station. Eric rushed into the hall without hesitation.

"Is there anything I can help you? Sir?" asked the fat policeman who was tightly clamped on his police uniform.

"Yes, of course there. I need protection... someone is chasing me."

Twenty minutes later now.

Eric began to reassess the degree of threat from the hostile groups, because it was obvious that the police were not enough to pose a threat to them. Although the black suits delayed for a while, they finally came over. They drove directly into the police station without scruples, got out of the car and squeezed the MP5 and swept it randomly. The police had almost no resistance to them, and the defense line was instantly broken, with heavy casualties.

Eric felt that he needed a new escape plan, but he didn't seem to have the chance. The death-like existence found his room directly, and his facial muscles twitched violently as if they were enduring inhuman pain. An unknown object stretched out from the palm of his hand, like a blue sickle. If you carefully distinguish it, it looked like a mantis' forefoot. No matter what the thing was, it cut open the door in front of Eric like to cut tofu.
Chapter completed!