Chapter 122 (1/2)

The door was broken open by violence, and then there were several gunshots. On such a night, it was still very clear. People in other rooms also heard it. However, in this era, no one would be enthusiastic to come out. At most, he would make a phone call.

A masked man appeared in the room, but found no one, single apartment is only more than 40 square meters, everything is panoramic, the masked man quickly pulled the trigger to the bed, and then squatted down with the help of weak light, found no one.

In the bathroom, Zhao Ying covers her mouth for fear of calling out. Chu Feng holds Zhao Ying in her left hand, and a gold needle appears in her right hand. Her eyes are cold and dark. The Yellow nine needles can save people, but Chu Feng will not forget that it can also kill people.

Doctors and killers are in a moment!

His left eye penetrates the darkness, and Chu Feng can clearly see the masked man walking slowly towards the wardrobe. He knows that the killer still doesn't know that he is hiding in the bathroom, but it is. Everyone's subconscious will think so.

All of a sudden, the masked killer seemed to feel something suddenly turning around, but he only felt a glimmer of gold in front of him. At the next moment, he had no consciousness and fell on the ground. Until the moment of death, he did not know how he died, because he did not feel pain.

Chu Feng took a deep breath and stood up with Zhao Ying in his arms. His body was slightly blocked in front of him. Now he has adapted to the darkness and can see the body lying on the ground!

This is the first time Chu Feng killed a man, but he found that he was not worried and nervous. He was just a kind of special calm. He looked at Zhao Ying in his arms and said, ”I guess you can't live here. The police will certainly look for you.”

”Well, can you let go of your hand first?”

Zhao Ying did not seem to be afraid at all, but said in a very low voice. Chu Feng was stunned and let go? But then I felt the gusts of feeling from my left hand, as if I had been bitten by a snake and took it back: ”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.”

At the moment, in the dark, Zhao Ying's face is red. She has experienced personnel, but now in Chu Feng's arms, she even felt nervous heartbeat.

Unfortunately, Chu Feng didn't know what she was thinking in her mind: ”you change clothes first, and then leave here. The gunshot has attracted a lot of people's attention. The police may come soon!”

After that, he walked out of the bathroom, closed the door, and pushed the tattered door back a little. Although he knew that no one would run out of the room, he would be more careful. Chufeng turned on the light and looked at the killer on the ground, and checked according to Ma Qiduo and himself.

It's a killer of Apollo killer group, blue level!

Look at the broken gate. Chu Feng can hear the siren and sneer at it. When is it now? If someone really wants to do something, it is estimated that they are dead now. The killer has already run away. The siren is so loud. It's just telling the killer that the police are coming?

He pulled out a gold needle on the top of the killer's head, and instantly disappeared in his hand. The door of the bathroom opened. Chu Feng looked at Zhao Ying who came out with his head down: ”this matter, maybe I'll trouble you a bit.”

”Don't move, police!”

Five minutes later, the police swarmed in. A man came straight in from behind. He saw Zhao Ying squatting on the ground with her head buried. She looked at the light of her skirt when she squatted down. Then she looked at the corpse on the ground: ”have a look if she's dead!”

With Kim's order, a policeman quickly went to put the gun away, looked at the killer's body, rolled his eyes and looked at his mouth and body: ”dead, about five minutes, but strangely, I didn't find any fatal wounds!”

”No mortal wound. Did you die by yourself?”

Jindeguang heard frown, went to squat down to look at the body, slightly narrowed his eyes, and then lowered his body to look at the forehead of the corpse. He could see a small blood spot the size of a pinhole, but if he didn't look carefully, he just felt that he had not washed his face.