my name is ferguson

Touch, touch, touch!

The muzzle of the black gun swallowed fire snakes one after another, and the bullets flashed in the light. Monica shot again. The first shot opened the door lock, the second shot hit the head of the black man in the room with the gun in his left hand, and the third shot hit the head. Hit another black man in the right hand.

In such a tense environment, Monica didn't hesitate at all. When the gun was aimed at her, it seemed that the one standing under the gun was not herself at all, but a cold-blooded, bloodthirsty demon who was not afraid of death.

Seeing that one of the two black men who were hit fell down and the index finger that was holding the trigger collapsed under the impact of the bullet, she knew that the two men were completely posed no threat to Monica, so she pulled away from the iron fence. He stretched his hand in through the gap, and slowly knocked on the door lock.

Step, step, step.

The entire corridor was unusually quiet. Monica opened the door wearing sneakers that didn't match her attire, stepped over the first black ghost's body that fell at the door, and then entered the room.

The black man looked at this beautiful Russian woman approaching him in a panic and immediately said: "We quit, the entire drug market in Manchester belongs to you!" Gritting his teeth, he squatted on the ground in pain and kept knocking on the wall with his other hand.

Monica squatted in front of the black man with a pistol in her hand and said, "I count the time that the police car patrols and circles at the door, every 25 minutes, from the time the gunshot starts to when someone calls the police, and the last police car that drives out receives the call, it takes about 6 hours. Minutes, I don't have much time, you'd better not talk nonsense."

"There was a kidnapping case in Burleigh. It was not done by gang members. The starter was very professional. Nine people were killed on the spot, eight men and one woman, and Richard Ferguson, the chairman of Burleigh, was kidnapped. Judging from the skills of these people, They are mercenaries. Tell me where they are."

The black man kept taking deep breaths, and the continuous bleeding from the wound on his hand had already made him sweat profusely. The pain was by no means something ordinary people could hold back.

Monica suddenly became alert, and quickly pressed against the wall that the black man knocked on just now.She seemed to be listening to something, but after a while, she was relieved: "You want to find reinforcements? Don't count on it, everyone in that room is so excited, and now it is playing heavy metal rock like the sound of death. Just now They didn't notice the gunshot in time, do you still have any illusions?"

Monica secretly sighed that she was lucky enough, the room next to it had a lot of people, and it was impossible for a drug den to have only three people.It seems that these three people should be the leaders, and the other room is the gathering place for the subordinates.

Monica reached into her pocket and took out an injection, glanced at the watch on her wrist and said, "One minute and thirty seconds have passed, if you don't tell me something I want to know, I will give you an injection." 'Blue Angel'. Have you heard of this thing? In Africa, those warlords use these things to dig out intelligence when they deal with agents. This thing works very fast. It starts from the needle hole in the pillow. Every inch of you The pain on the skin is like being corroded by sulfuric acid. No matter where the medicine spreads to any direction, the pain in that direction will appear naturally. And there is a kind of weakness that makes you want to die immediately, and the pain is so painful that you don’t even have the strength to bite your tongue to kill yourself feel."

"I say!"

The black man responded immediately.

Monica asked, "What's your name?"

"Le Renzo."

Monica continued to ask: "Tell me where is the person who kidnapped Richard in Burleigh?"

Le Rensuo raised his eyebrows slightly, avoided Monica's gaze and said, "Minas!!"

"That's the guy."

Monica raised the syringe, pointed it at the socket of Le Renso's shoulder, and stabbed it down. After a 'poof', she pushed the half-pipe directly into it: "I'm sorry. You lied!"

"There are still three minutes and 30 seconds left, Le Rensuo, I still have a shot of 'morphine' in my hand. If you are willing to tell me something, I will help you relieve the pain immediately, otherwise..."

"what!!!!!!"

A miserable howl came from Le Rensuo's throat.The voice was suffocated at the beginning, as if something was stuck in his throat, and then the voice was like a flower bud that was blooming, fully blooming, enough to reach high-c!

Le Rensuo's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked down at the needle barrel dangling on his shoulder, reached out and grabbed the needle barrel off, stretched out his intact left hand, and swung his dark left fist to hit his own. shoulder socket!

bump!bump!bump!

"Ah... ouch!!!!!!"

A wild roar that didn't seem like life at all spewed out, and the voice turned seven or eight bends in his throat and was squeezed out from the gap, and the whole world began to distort in his voice.

Le Rensuo suddenly gave up all his movements, and began to lie on the ground gasping for breath, as if he felt that there was not enough oxygen, wishing to suck all the oxygen into his lungs.He rested for five seconds, and after five seconds, Le Renso covered his shoulders and began to roll all over the ground. He was wearing a white T-shirt, and the moment the pain reappeared, his clothes were soaked in sweat, regardless of how many people were on the ground. blood.

The white t-shirt was red, and Le Rensuo started to hit the floor with his forehead in pain, completely out of control.

Monica glanced at her watch. There were 3 minutes left. At this moment, she took out another syringe from her pocket and said to Le Renzo: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh...e-down!" The moment Monica pushed out the air in the needle, she spilled 'morphine' on the ground like feeding a dog: "Try this and see if it can relieve your pain."

Le Rensuo didn't care how disgusting the morphine mixed with blood was on the ground, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Soon, his breathing slowed down in a hurry.

"15 seconds, Le Rensuo, you only have 15 seconds, tell me now, where is the person who kidnapped Richard!"

Le Rensuo wanted to speak, but he swallowed frantically, as if he could not make any sound at all after shouting just now: "I don't know..." When the hoarse voice came out, Monica seemed to hear another The voice of a person is the same, showing a smile full of surprises. Compared with the previous coldness and the current smile, it is like a pervert.

"But it must be related to Angela, it must be him. He sells arms, we will not have any contact with this group of kidnappers, and Angela needs to trade with these people to expand his business, and he receives many of them every year People, there are mercenaries, drug dealers, and all kinds of people who can increase his sales, he sells guns. He has a business relationship with the other party, I don't...it's not me, I don't need to lie to you."

While panting heavily, Monica looked at Le Renzo and said, "Why did you frame Minas?"

"I have a grudge against him, his people stole my car! Let me go, give me the morphine, please, give me the damn morphine!!!"

Monica smiled happily, like a child.

Whoosh.

With a flick of her hand, Monica threw the syringe out the window.Then he put the pistol in Le Renzo's left hand and said: "Well, now I will give you a chance to take revenge. I made you into what you are now. You have two choices, either kill me to take revenge, and then you will be in a state of intoxication. Don't ask me what is the reason, I don't understand. Anyway, the blue angel is like this; or, kill yourself. Help me keep this secret, no one knows that I have looked for you, and you will not talk to me Anyone who says they've met me, provide anyone with a picture of me, okay, baby."

Le Renzo's gun hand began to tremble, and Monica could tell.His subtext was 'kill me', but Monica couldn't wait to say: "Please, hurry up, I can't wait."

Le Renzo felt that the effect of morphine was disappearing, and the blue angels like shit were spreading.He started to convulse from the pain, at most he could barely raise the pistol, he couldn't hook it down at all!

Monica pointed to her Wuxin and said, "Here, aim at a little..."

At that moment, Le Rensuo suddenly lowered his arm, he couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't help it anymore: "Ah!!!"

When the pain hit again, Le Rensuo seemed to have strength again, and he raised his pistol again... touch!

Pulled the trigger.

"Hehe...hehe..." Monica was laughing, Le Rensuo, but died.

"Good girl."

Monica, who forcibly swung her fingers away from Le Renzo's hand, walked out with a pistol in her hand. Until this moment, heavy heavy metal music was still playing from the house next to her.

All the way forward, Monica came to the first floor, and when she crossed an open door, she saw the nigger who used to whistle at her.

"Hey! Are you done with that guy upstairs? Oh ho! They don't work too well, come on, let me help you out, how about?"

Monica smiled at the door through the iron fence and said, "Thank you, but..."

Bump, bump, bump, bump!

Four bullets were fired, one shot between the eyebrows, one shot in the throat, one shot in the heart, and one shot in the crotch, all four hits.The moment the dead body fell to the ground, Monica put the pistol under the armpit along the leather jacket, and continued: "I'm used to solving it myself."

Continuing forward, Monica exited the corridor safely, and when she saw a police car turning the corner of the street ahead, Monica held a pistol in one hand, tightened her leather jacket with the other, and immediately ran in panic: "Help-me! !Help-me!!!! Someone shoots and kills!!!”

呲!

The police car stopped beside Monica and said, "Where is it!"

"It's in that building!!!"

While saying these words, Monica immediately turned around and ran away. The police only thought he was frightened, and immediately drew out their pistols and walked towards the dilapidated old building.

After running across the street and turning a corner into another street, Monica wiped the pistol hard with the t-shirt inside the leather jacket, destroying all the fingerprints before throwing the pistol into the trash can.Immediately afterwards, she turned into a clothing store, and when a girl in leather clothes reappeared, she was wearing a tracksuit that matched her sneakers perfectly.Moving forward, Monica entered another shopping mall. The girl in sportswear instantly turned into a black-haired beauty in business attire and high heels. This time, even the long golden hair on her head disappeared, and the short black hair hood completely hid her stand up.

Appearing on the street again, Monica took out her phone: "Hey, your side is the focus." Monica said simply.

"I'm busy. Uh, uh, uh."

"**-who?" Monica cursed helplessly and hung up the phone. (To be continued..)

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