Chapter 303: 304. Chapter 300: One Dies, One Escapes

304. Chapter 300: One Dies, One Escapes

Soon, one of Ma Duoer's companions returned to the company. Lanse was chatting with others, but when they saw only him return, everyone stopped.

"We found dripping gun oil in that room."

"There is no one in the room. We have already guarded the front and back entrances. It is highly likely the person is still in the building!"

"We have to seal off the entire apartment building to find this person!"

Gun oil is something used only when performing firearm maintenance. Lanse's temples throbbed with pain.

He nodded and looked at Erwin. "Find some people, bring weapons."

As for Lanse?

He certainly wouldn't take the risk!

This was the Imperial District. Erwin just took a whistle and blew it for a while, and in less than six or seven minutes, forty or fifty people came running from around.

After Erwin simply assigned the tasks, he handed over the command of a portion of the people to Ma Duoer.

At this time, in the room on the far east side of the third floor, the old assassin stood at the edge of the window looking outside.

Below was a trash bin, about 1.5 meters high, with a metal shell.

In some silent comedy films, the trash bin as a special prop has been used more than once to realize how actors escape from encirclement in the plot, but from a realistic perspective, this is not realistic.

Because you don't know if there is anything in the soft-looking domestic waste below that can hurt you.

For example, a piece of wood that is rusty and full of nails?

Or maybe there are some wood fibers, or some glass inside, or even some fish bones, bones, some hard fragments.

These things will cause fatal injuries to people when they fall heavily!

So what the old man valued was the trash bin itself; its hollow design and metal shell could allow them to reduce the most cushioning force after jumping down, and it was filled with trash.

When the metal shell and the trash began to make contact, the impact force could also be dispersed.

But the problem now is that there are people in the alley.

Jumping down from here would be seen by at least three or four people, which is very troublesome.

His grandson looked at him calmly. The grandfather and grandson stared at each other for a while. The old assassin had already realized that this time he was very likely unable to leave.

"He has very professional people around him, either our peers or assassins. Soon we will be able to see them."

"One of the reasons for this failure is that we don't know much about the people around Lanse. I was too careless."

"I thought no one would notice opening the window in that position, and I shouldn't have stared at them. They are too sensitive."

"Next time, when you assassinate him, you must remember this point. Don't expose your intentions when you are not prepared to act."

"This apartment no longer has the value of continuing to be used. Lanse's subsequent entry and exit will definitely go through the front door, and we can't see that."

"They might screen all the recent tenants in the vicinity. Tell that gentleman to wait for a period of time."

"We need him to relax his vigilance again. In addition, you also need to heal your wounds."

The young assassin said nothing, just very naturally remembered every word the old assassin said in his heart.

He knew that this time the old assassin was finished, he was dead.

He didn't stupidly let his grandfather try to break out, which would not only die faster but also expose him.

The old assassin had taught him many times that in some dangerous moments, choosing correctly is often more important than messing around!

At the same time, you must also control your emotions well. Emotions and eyes are the easiest to betray yourself.

When he was a child, in order to let him manage his emotions well, his grandfather would let him feed many small animals, and then kill these small animals in front of him, and finally eat them.

He wanted to let the young assassin understand that as an assassin, any extra emotions are irresponsible to himself.

Just like now, both of them know that the old assassin must die this time, but neither of them showed any other expressions, and both maintained the emotional control like a paralyzed face.

The old assassin took out three pistol magazines, placed them on the bed in a row, and after checking whether each magazine and pistol could operate normally, he let his grandson stand still.

Then he quickly picked up the pistol and fired a few shots at him!

He used very small-caliber bullets. This kind of bullet is often used for close-range assassination, almost without any loud sound. The bullets hit the young assassin, and the wounds looked a bit scary, but there were no fatal injuries.

It's even unnecessary to care how long it takes, his blood won't flow out much!

Of course, the pain is definitely painful. He slowly lay on the ground, was dragged to the bathroom by the old assassin, and then his hands and feet were tied.

The two stared at each other for a moment at the end, perhaps realizing that this was their last meeting, a trace of emotional change flashed in the young assassin's eyes.

The old assassin slapped him hard. "Pay attention to your emotions."

After he finished speaking, he left the bathroom without looking back, and then began to organize the remaining things.

He placed the magazine in a handy place, then tore open the tarpaulin, and took out the rifle.

The rifle can also be used for combat, but its operability is definitely not as good as that kind of pistol, but the first few shots will definitely give the people outside the door a surprise!

He sat quietly on the chair, and even poured himself a glass of water. There was a seasonal fruit on the table, and a few high-calorie sweet biscuits.

He chewed slowly, and could even hear the footsteps in the corridor.

He pressed the biscuit crumbs with his fingers unhurriedly, so that they would stick to his fingertips, and finally ate them into his mouth together.

He wiped his hands unhurriedly, feeling that those people were already standing outside the door, he slowly picked up the rifle, and let the butt of the gun better rest on his shoulder.

Pull the bolt and prepare to shoot!

The moment the knocking on the door sounded, it was as if the starting gun in the referee's hand was fired. He completed a bolt-pulling action the moment the gun fired, and then the second shot!

The unlucky guy knocking on the door outside was shot in the chest, and the people in the whole building surrounded him the moment they heard the gunshot.

Ma Duoer looked at the companion who was breathing rapidly and vomiting blood, with a sad look in his eyes.

Having come down from the battlefield, he sometimes understands judgment better than those doctors!

Can't live!

The person who was shot gripped his wrist hard, staring at him with a ferocious face.

Ma Duoer felt the painful strength of his wrist being gripped. He knew what his old partner meant. He took out his gun, but was stopped by another old comrade-in-arms.

Before he had time to look up, the old comrade-in-arms fired in advance.

The bullet pierced the head of the wounded comrade-in-arms, and the people in the corridor looked at all this in shock and silence. Ma Duoer felt that the strength of the night disappeared in an instant, but he didn't feel any relief!

After firing a few shots in the room, the gunshot stopped, and everyone looked at the wooden door that had been opened with three holes.

Ma Duoer slowly put down his comrade-in-arms. He knew that letting his comrade-in-arms be tortured by despair in pain for dozens of seconds before dying was not as good as giving him a quick one.

And this is also what his comrade-in-arms hoped for.

He stood up, walked to the side of the door, asked someone to get a fire axe, and swung it hard at the doorknob.

First, break the door, and then deal with that bastard!

The doorknob didn't last long before it fell to the ground in a huge smash. Ma Duoer could feel that the assassin inside was holding a gun behind the obstacle facing the position of the door.

His hand pressed on the door and pushed it inside. The moment it was pushed, wood chips flew on the door panel!

He used the fire axe to resist the door and pushed it inside again, and two more gunshots rang out one after another.

Three shots, two more shots (already changed bullets).

The open door was actually suppressed by a gun and two bullets, and no one dared to look inside. Perhaps this is the most glorious moment of the old assassin's life!

No longer an assassin hiding in the dark, but a frontal warrior!

His heartbeat didn't even change much, calmly watching the open door. Although there were only two bullets left in his rifle, he could guarantee that if they didn't pay the price, they would definitely not be able to get in.

It seems that everything is deadlocked.

Ma Duoer glanced at the brother lying on the ground, and suddenly asked someone to help, and asked someone to hold him up.

Although doing so is a bit blasphemous to his corpse, Ma Duoer believes that he is willing to take revenge himself!

The moment the corpse appeared at the door of the room, the highly tense nerves made the old assassin fire two shots in a row, which was when the two shots were finished, he threw away the rifle in his hand without hesitation, took out the pistol placed at his hand, and fired two shots.

When he found out that it was just a corpse, they had already started to fight back!

In an instant, bullets flew everywhere! Almost everything in the room was "dancing", the table was constantly shifting, the picture frame was smashed and fell down, and the spring bed was cracked with many openings!

The old assassin was also shot, in the ribs.

Maybe it was a ricochet. He could feel the hot blood flowing out of his body, but his breathing, heartbeat, still didn't have much change.

He kept looking for opportunities to shoot. He just wanted to take away more people!

When his pistol fired the last bullet, Ma Duoer rushed to the front, the old assassin had no time to change the magazine, he threw the pistol in his hand directly at Ma Duoer.

Then took out the dagger and rushed over.

At such a close distance, those people didn't dare to shoot, which would definitely hurt by mistake!

When he saw Ma Duoer clearly, he was slightly stunned.

It was this person, not long ago, who stared at him across a distance of dozens of meters. It was that casual look in his eyes that directly exposed them!

The two fought together. Fortunately, others didn't watch from the sidelines like idiots, and they rushed up and pressed the old assassin to the ground.

He was punched and kicked many times on his body and head, but he didn't make a sound.

When he was caught, he was already dying.

Ma Duoer saw the injury on his ribs, the bullet shot in, just like his assessment of his comrade-in-arms' injury, he knew that this old guy was hopeless.

It's not that this kind of injury can't be treated, but it's too late to treat!

The ambulance came, and then sent him to the hospital, which takes at least twenty or thirty minutes.

He couldn't even hold on until the ambulance came, let alone leave with the ambulance!

"Search." Ma Duoer and the others began to search the whole room, and soon someone shouted "Someone here" in the bathroom.

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The old assassin, who was already withered, watched them enter the bathroom calmly, and watched them lift the young assassin out calmly, his eyes without a trace of fluctuation.

The horror on the young assassin's face was not a disguise. He hummed weakly, as if he had hummed for a long time, hummed until he had no strength.

"Should be a resident here."

They found a photo frame with a young man's photo at the head of the bed. At this moment, they restored the truth of the matter.

After the old assassin was exposed, he came to this room, shot and wounded the young man, and then threw him into the bathroom.

Until this moment.

"You are so lucky!" Ma Duoer thought of his comrade-in-arms.

He observed that although the young man was shot four times, only one shot looked like a fatal injury.

However, he could hold on until now without dying, which shows that it just looks like it.

Lanse didn't want innocent people to die, so they called an ambulance. When the ambulance came, Ma Duoer had no breath.

They packed up Ma Duoer's things and brought them back.

The intense gunshot had already made Lanse hear it. When they came back with a corpse, Lanse sighed.

The old assassin also died. Lanse glanced at his corpse. "Find a way to see if you can find out this person's identity information, and see if there is a chance to dig out who invited him."

He walked to the corpse of Ma Duoer's comrade-in-arms and mourned for a while. "Follow the gang's rules to give a pension, and go notify his family."

Their families were all picked up by Lanse. He thought that leaving the Empire could escape the fate of dying on the battlefield.

Didn't expect to run so far, the god of death still caught up with him!

During the time before his family came, Lanse asked, "What you said is too thrilling. Is the young man's luck too good?"

He looked at Ma Duoer. "You said he has amazing shooting ability, there is no reason to show mercy to an ordinary person."

"And fired four shots, but there was no fatal injury. Do you think this is not reasonable?"

Ma Duoer was stunned for a moment, and suddenly woke up. There have always been two assassins!

He turned and ran outside, and others followed him, and they also woke up.

No matter if Lanse's words are reasonable, they have to go and see.

It is actually easy to distinguish whether a person is an assassin!

Especially assassins with assassination methods like sharpshooters, they must maintain or improve their shooting accuracy through a large amount of shooting training.

Just touch the young man's hand, and you will know if he is an assassin!

And at this time, the young man opened his eyes while enduring the intense pain. There was only a male nurse and a male doctor in the ambulance.

Female nurses in ambulances in this period were very few. They needed a phone call to request them to send a female nurse. If there was no request, only a male nurse would be sent.

The doctor and the nurse took the initiative to walk over, asking him to lie down again and not to mess around. However, in the next second, he didn't know where he took out a fist blade, quickly cut the nurse's throat, and then inserted the fist blade into the doctor's throat!

The two people struggled while holding their throats. The doctor had no time to care about other things. He was trying to find a way to be active and free!

And the nurse could only lie on the ground while covering her neck.

Her carotid artery was cut, and the blood flowed out like a tap being turned on.

The young assassin opened the back door of the car. While grabbing the strap used to fix the patient's body, he slid down.

When he was dragged on the ground for more than ten meters, he let go, and the whole person groaned, rolled a few times on the ground, and stopped.

Then, in the stunned eyes of passersby, he climbed up and soon disappeared into the alley.

He needs to take out the bullet, reduce inflammation, and then recuperate for a period of time.

Seven or eight minutes later, Ma Duoer caught up with the ambulance, but only saw two corpses. He cursed "Fuck", but didn't know where to look.

After turning around the car twice, he went back in a bad mood.

When he returned to the office, the comrade-in-arms' family had already arrived. They were weeping softly around the remains.

Lanse saw Ma Duoer come back and greeted him. "Where is the person?"

He was a bit annoyed. "Ran away after killing the doctor and nurse halfway."

"Can you still remember his appearance?", Lanse asked.

Ma Duoer was a bit embarrassed. "I didn't observe his appearance carefully. I have to ask others about this."

He also understood Lanse's meaning at this time. "I will let them make a sketch."

Lanse patted his arm. "Handle the things inside first."

Seeing Ma Duoer come in, the crying of these family members became louder. They surrounded Ma Duoer and chattered about something. Lanse didn't eavesdrop.

It was nothing more than complaining, blaming Ma Duoer for not taking good care of him.

However, in the end, these people accepted the fact because Lanse gave indeed a lot!

After appeasing the family members of the deceased, Ma Duoer found someone who could draw, and then made a sketch.

Lanse hadn't seen the young man, but he knew that this painting must be wrong because no one would look so strange.

But having it is better than not having it. He then sent it to the police station and told Branch Chief Bulu that it was related to the ambulance doctor killing case.

In less than an hour, the whole New Jincheng began to hunt this guy, and Lanse provided a reward of five thousand dollars.

Although I don't know how long it will take to find him, the good news is that his injury will not be good in a short time.

Everyone was a bit silent. A few died some time ago, and one died today. Although everyone's relationship is close or distant, they are all from the same family.

Even if they don't know each other, they just say hello at ordinary times.

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and everyone's emotions seemed to ease a bit after the sadness.

They have many things to do, and they can't stop being sad for a long time, but everyone has become more careful.

Almost all the cars were equipped with steel plates, and Lanse even asked people to get two minibuses and modify them into mobile armored vehicles, which might be useful at some point.

The young assassin seemed to have disappeared in an instant, and there was no news anymore.

The Wolf Gang's bar was also renovated again, but it was clear that even if it could open, there wouldn't be many people.

No one would take the risk of being strafed to go there for a drink.

Seeing that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the time had reached the end of the month, Wali, the account manager of Balz Investment Bank, finally called Lanse.

"The President has time these two days..." ===== CHAPTER 304 =====