"Forget it." From the corner of Fonnson's eye, he locked onto the car that had rushed over. He suppressed the temptation to kill the elite FBI agent in front of him. Although this man seemed to be at the end of his rope, it would take a lot of work to get rid of him. When he saw a busy street nearby, he decided to jump out of the car and blend in with the crowd.
But at this time, that clearly was beaten extremely miserable FBI elite agent was screaming, from behind pounced on the Rock Fang Sen. Obviously saw the rear pursuit of colleagues, to fight to the death will fang sen rock drag! In terms of pure strength, his strength was not much different from Fang Senyan's, but Fang Senyan's explosive force and resistance to blows were much stronger, so that he held him tightly from behind, for a time also really lost the advantage of Fang Senyan hard to break free.
Fonnson was also shocked by the sudden change. However, he quickly shaved his black eyebrows. Coupled with the blood on his forehead, his entire face had an indescribable viciousness. Even his eyes had a hint of fury. These days the accumulated experience of fighting made him immediately raise his right foot to the back of a hook, while the head jerked back to hit. If the enemy's response is a little miscalculated, or will be tripped on the ground, or be knocked into the eye gold flowers, nose blood long flow.
But Fang Sen Yan not only feet hook empty, even the back of the head also only hit the air. Apparently the FBI elite agents in Capture and anti-capture is also under a lot of effort, successfully dodged Fang Senyan's follow-up pursuit. He pressed closer to Fang's ear and said in a bitter, gnashing voice:
"You Yellow Pig, the electric torture chamber of Los Angeles Jail AWAITS YOU!"
But the strain of Fang Sen Rock is also very rapid, heard this sentence immediately after the legs with the back toward the fierce impact of the past.
"Bang" a loud bang, the FBI can no longer avoid, by the fangsenyan strong squeeze hit the truck hard car edge. The nerve in his spine immediately sent a sharp pain that was enough to make him break down. The huge force of the impact made his vision turn black, and he could not help but let go of the arms that were holding Fang Moryan. Fang Moriyan took advantage of the situation and his arms were bent into elbows. He slammed into the ribs of the FBI agent, and under the brute force of the blow, only to hear the"Crack" of the slight sound sounded, apparently has been living ribs were broken and then deeply penetrated the viscera!
There was no doubt that this elite FBI agent immediately started coughing violently. His entire body was limp on the carriage, and the corner of his mouth was covered in pink foam. Behind him was dark red blood, he suffered a series of blows to his abdomen, which severely damaged both his lungs. His entire body was immediately deprived of oxygen, making it difficult for even a strong-willed person to support himself.
At this time Fang Sen Yan if want to go, then no one can stop, but the violent blood in his eyes is more and more intense. Ever since big uncle was subjected to such brutal abuse, the dark side of his surname seems to have been developed bit by bit, and in the nightmare world, the lack of deep-rooted in the concept of the legal constraints, Fang Senyan for the people who dare to stand in front of him was a strong crazy impulse to crush it!
At this moment, the truck had already braked vigorously. The obviously slow-witted driver finally noticed the movement in the carriage. The pursuers from the rear were also coming from 200 meters away at a high speed. If Fang Senyan wanted to escape, it would be best if he jumped out of the car right now. However, his murderous thoughts were raging in his heart. How could he let this chance go?
So Fangsenyan drew his gun.
The M500 revolver, which was extremely powerful.
He then took aim at a nearby Chevy 1974 sedan, which was about to overtake, and pulled the trigger!
Fang Sen Yan's marksmanship, although very unbearable, but not even three or four meters away from the car can not hit the target. After the loud bang, the tires of the Chevrolet 1974 had already made a sharp friction sound and crashed into a bus opposite it. And Fang Moryan's right hand was also a huge recoil shock numbness.
After emptying the magazine of the M500, Fang Senyan pulled out the shotgun again and aimed it at another Ford taxi coming from behind! His actions fell into the driver's eyes, and the driver was instantly frightened out of his wits. Without hesitation, he slammed on the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes, instinctively stopping the car to avoid being bombarded from the front. But ignored the rear and opposite is speeding the rest of the vehicle!
As a result, two major traffic accidents took place on this busy street. The shrill sound of brakes could be heard one after another. More than ten cars collided in a row, instantly blocking the streets. The cars at the back were blocked in a long queue. Even if the FBI agents were good enough to drive Xia Li out of Ferrari's speed, they could only get out of the car and walk over.
And that's enough time for Fang Moran to kill that dying FBI agent ten times over!
"Yellow Pig?"
Fang Sen Yan will look from the chaos into a pot of porridge of the accident scene back, step forward, raised his right foot hard to step down. This FBI member could barely raise his hand to resist at this moment. However, under this heavy kick, it turned into vain. He was hit hard on his chest and abdomen, and immediately drew a blood arrow from his mouth, the whole person also curled up like a shrimp.
Fonnson delivered another deadpan kick, then leaned over and grabbed the poor bastard by the neck with his right hand. The FBI agent was so angry he could barely breathe, can only linger on, vain and weak with two legs in the air kicking.
When the truck finally came to a stop, the driver slammed open the door of the cab and came out -- but as soon as he saw the spray of blood, his face turned pale and he shrank back. Right next to Fang Senyan happened to be facing a light box sign of a shop. He threw a backhand punch at it, and there was a loud crash. Glass fragments mixed with plastic splashed, and the supporting steel frame inside happened to be exposed, there was just a rusty iron pipe coming straight at me.
"You like hitting people in the face so much?"
"You like gay Sam that much?"
Fang Senyan mocked as the violence and bloodlust in his eyes intensified. He exerted force with his right hand and with a loud"Peng" sound, he threw the dying FBI agent at the metal pipe! As soon as the shrill scream was heard, it stopped abruptly. The end of the blood-stained steel pipe pierced through the back of the wine-soaked nose and emerged from the front of the chest! There are some bits and pieces of twisted tissue above the fall, looks particularly bloody cruel!
The five elite FBI agents in the distance had already jumped out of the car. They were absolutely devastated when they saw the scene. However, they could only watch the tragedy unfold from a distance of nearly a hundred meters. The criminal in the distance, on the other hand, smiled coldly from a distance and made a threatening cut to their throat. Then, he picked up the box and ran away.
Blood, drop by drop from the top drops down, but also with a warm.
Jess, who had been crucified to death on the sign, still twitched from time to time, but life had apparently left the body, and his eyes had not closed until he died, what remained in his gray, glassy pupils was fear. His huge rosacea nose had also turned grey, probably because of the amount of blood he had lost.
There was rust on the metal pipe that pierced his chest. It was dull, but when it was stained with blood, it gave off a cruel sheen. Novan looked up at the corpse of his usually least favorite subordinate, but I can't help but think of the string of naked turkeys hanging in the supermarket on Thanksgiving Eve.
"Sir, James and the others are after him, they've got the guy," said Corey, who hurried up and looked up at Jess hanging in the air, coughing and spitting.
"Damn it, I loaned Jess $1,000 yesterday-- who the hell are we going after, running away from all these guns?"
Novin squinted:
"It's probably veterans from the Vietnam War," he said. "These cold-blooded guys kill without a burden, and most of them are mentally ill! He was wearing a bullet-proof vest that no ordinary person would have been able to get their hands on... ... We seem to be in a bit of a maelstrom !"
"Oh, * * . What is this? LA's first drop of blood?" Corey began to feel aggrieved, but he was clearly thinking of backing down:
"We don't have to get into this. Why don't we... Ask the Delta Guys for help?"
Novin shook his head slowly:
"The Delta Guys have been giving us a hard time. Our boss and his general have a weird way of greeting each other. If we turn to them for help after such a small loss, we shall never expect the boss to look us in the eye again. Besides, I've heard that the people of the delta have suffered a great loss of life recently, and even if they could drag their faces down and ask for help, they might not come."
Corey looked out of concern, already showing a hint of timidity:
"So... we're just gonna Hang On?"
Novin said, suddenly annoyed:
"It is written in the damage manual that a squad on a mission can not request reinforcements unless it encounters an irresistible force. Do you want me to tell my superiors that the damn perp was an"Irresistible factor" to six experienced FBI agents trained in systematic combat/firearms? Oh, shit, I'm looking forward to a promotion later this year!"
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The correct answer to yesterday's interactive question is:
Vincent's father was a dirty old man.
Because he wanted to join the Mormon religion, which promotes polygamy, until the day he died.