Chapter 10

"It seems that someone has the same idea as us."

Su Ming stepped on the pedals of the unicycle wildly, holding both guns in his hand and opening the insurance.

Cindy did the same thing as him. When the fighting distance could not be guaranteed, the two pistols were more reliable than the shotgun in the back:

"at least we can exclude Haley from the suspect. She and poisonous rattan girl drink like drunken cats, and it is impossible to get here before us."

"It doesn't make much sense to explore who did it. In a word, it's good to go in and kill all those who rob business."

The sea of people who like to play with bats in Gotham is gone. It is hard to guarantee who is acting at this time.

After fighting with the circus before, Su Ming has fully accepted that he is the death knell, and that the death knell is himself. If this body is a house, then Slade is just a former resident. Now that the house belongs to Su Ming, he wants to write a new legend with his own name.

He will use his own thoughts to drive it, and use his former name, because he knows that he will never go back. Using his former name is a habit and a bit of thinking about China.

Cindy doesn't know what kind of mental journey Su Ming has experienced, but she keenly feels that the men around her have changed a lot. People who originally seemed to be separated from the world are now completely integrated.

She was a little curious, but she didn't say anything. She just took the two guns back. She felt that she didn't have to do it anymore.

They soon arrived in the small park, where the death knell can be seen through the eyes of the police station.

It is a building with a sense of age. It is estimated that it was built at the beginning of Gotham. Although it has undergone numerous repairs and expansion in the future, it still reflects the original ideas of its designers.

It's built like a fortress, with solid walls, every window as small as possible, a wide space on the roof and protective railings, as well as a pile of independent water supply equipment and air conditioning. Of course, the most important thing is that the bat lamp is also on its top platform.

On the front of the police station is a large gcpd brand, which looks a bit old but still complete.

At this time, the parking lot in front of the police station was occupied by a pile of black vans, which were placed disorderly there. In the heavy rain, it looked like a black reef on the coast.

At the entrance of the police station, the bodies of some police officers were scattered. The rain was washing their blood down the steps.

Next to the broken gate, several men in black with submachine guns were standing on guard, patrolling the police station from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.

"With black suits, black felt hats, long white scarves and Chicago typewriters, their boss seems to be a godfather fan."

The two men hid behind several shrubs in the park. The heavy rain covered their figures. Their physical fitness was not equal, so that he could see the opposite side clearly, but could not see anything on the opposite side.

Cindy doesn't quite understand what Su Ming means. Gotham's gangsters have been dressed like this for decades, and they can't tell who they are from their clothes.

She glanced at the distance between the police station gate and the sky:

"the weather and time are good for us. It's OK to attack or sneak in in the dark."

"They should also plan to use Gordon to lure bats, and we'll attack to distract them from attacking the inside of the police station. Otherwise, if Gordon is in their hands, it will be difficult for us

After Su Ming answered her, he made a quick decision, raised his two guns and rushed out of the bunker, shooting while running.

The brain gives him a very accurate sense of space. Calculating ballistic trajectory is not the exclusive right of death shooters. The death knell can do the same, and even completely replace aiming with calculation.

At a distance of more than 100 meters, some of them were beyond the effective range of the pistol. However, Su Ming, who accepted his new identity, would no longer have doubts about his talent. After the unity of body and mind, he really displayed the terror of his body.

In the dark night, it rained cats and dogs, and the wind and rain beat everything on the ground, but it had no effect on him, or all the influence of the outside world had been counted by him.

Wind speed, angle, refraction, gravity, energy loss... The conclusion of a term calculation immediately appears in the brain and is transformed into the basis of action.

All the black suits on the high steps of the gate fell to the ground.

He sprinted with all his strength, and the water on the ground was crushed and collided with the rain falling in the sky.

When the black suits found out where the attack came from in the night, Su Ming had already rushed across the road and the courtyard wall to the police station parking lot, which was blocked by a black van. He grabbed the edge of a carriage and pulled himself up with his arm.

His speed is far beyond the imagination of these people. Su Ming seems to be able to see their incredible expressions, but he does not intend to appreciate the despair he brings to others.

Standing on the roof of the car, he raised his hands, against the fire of the other side's counterattack, let the bullets draw sparks on the armor, and still kept the terrible hit rate of one shot. Only a few seconds later, the scene was quiet."Look at the roof of the car just now, but I can't see the body falling down from the back of my mouth. I can't see the body falling down from the back of my mouth just now

"It's nothing. It just looks like they want to fight, so I give it to their opponent." Su Ming shrugged and agreed with Cindy.

"You gave them a massacre, what adversary?" Cindy jumped out of the car and walked to the police station. "We have to pay for this mission. Can't you use a knife?"

"You don't have to calculate so clearly, do you?" Su Ming also jumped down, picked up a submachine gun from the ground, took it apart and looked at the drum: "you see, their bullets are also point 45 pistol bullets, one for 45, this time it's a profit."

The two chatted a few words, as if they had just not killed more than ten people, but snapped up bargains when the supermarket was on sale.

Continue to walk to the police station, suddenly found a door there is not dead, although Su Ming every shot is right in the heart, but in front of this may be the heart long right side.

Su Ming once heard that every 1000 people have a heart on the right. This time, he really ran into it.

"Who sent you?"

Su Ming kicks her gun, squats beside her and asks questions in a low voice. The scarlet one eye on his mask is like a midnight ghost fire.

Although the gangster did not die on the spot, the shot also pierced her left lung, and she was convulsing in pain.

However, when she heard Su Ming's question, she even laughed, spitting blood and saying: "boss... Will not let you go, the death knell."

Su Ming under the mask picks eyebrows. The guy's brain seems unclear. Now all the people present are dead. Who knows he has been here? This is clearly the perfect assassination.

"It seems that you are still a believer, so your boss should have told you a word..." Su Ming pulled out the samurai sword behind his back, thrust his backhand into the woman's right chest and nailed her firmly to the ground: "no! Provoke! The death knell

With that, he pulled out his knife, and the blood in his heart gushed out from the wound like a fountain, spilling all over him through the holes in his armor.

The warm blood dissipated some of the cold brought by the rain, but it was only for a moment, and disappeared. He had an impulse to have more blood to bathe and warm himself, but soon he shook his head and his reason told him that was wrong.

Cindy comes over with a bad smile. She misunderstands the reason why Su Ming shakes his head and says:

"look, I told you that it's better to use a knife."

This time, they were not thinking about the same thing. Su Ming thought about his own bloodthirsty, while Cindy was talking about the problem of bigger wound and more reliable death rate of cold weapons.

"OK, you can deal with it after you go in. When you finish your work, I'll evaluate the way you deal with the problem?"

Su Ming stretched out his knife angrily to see that the rain had washed away the bloodstain on it, and then the knife went into the scabbard.

Cindy raised her hands and made a surrender: "forget it, I'm not interested in small minions. Just leave their boss to me."

It seems that what this guy on the ground said before he died made Cindy very upset. No one has ever dared to threaten the world's most lethal killer.

Without telling her more, Su Ming took the lead in entering the police station. When he got here, he didn't have to know the way. He just followed the sound of the gun.

The hall of the police station is in a mess. Most of them are the bodies of police officers, while there are only a few people in black, which indicates that this should be a surprise attack.

However, unexpectedly, the shooting came from the basement rather than the third floor where the director's office was located.

"What's underground?" Su Ming asked Cindy.

"If you remember correctly, it should be the autopsy room, the power distribution room and the communication room and so on." Cindy looked up at the steps leading up to the stairs, where there was no body of the man in black, indicating that they did not mean to go upstairs. Instead, their goal was clearly underground.

"Strange..."

although Su Ming said something strange, he was not slow at all. He still stepped over the corpses and furniture debris on the ground and went to the place where the sound was made.

Not only the police and men in black died in the hall, but some bodies were apparently other criminals or homeless people.

No matter what they were when they were alive, they all piled up like sacks after they died.

The rain poured back through the damaged gate, rolling blood flowing everywhere, making the original beautiful wooden floor dirty. If you look down from a high place, it looks like a monstrous ghost painting scroll.

The two men are not artistic, but they can easily find the entrance to the basement. At the lower stairway, they can smell the strong smell of gunpowder smoke, just like standing next to the crater.

Down the stairs, there is a damaged magnetic card door in front of it, and behind is a deep long corridor. Su Ming and Cindy have a look outside the door and remember the location and distance of the two sides.In the corridor, which was white with fluorescent lamps, the man in black and the police were shooting at each other. Both sides hid in various offices along the corridor, going in and out like ground mice, but from time to time, people were shot and fell.

Because of the problem of equipment, the police are now in a clear disadvantage.

"At the end of the corridor is the communication room, where the police are guarding. Maybe Gordon is in it and asking for help."

Cindy tightened her helmet, moved her wrist, and made a guess.

Su Ming doesn't agree with this. He doesn't think Gordon is the kind of person who lets his men stand up outside and huddle in the house to make a phone call. But Cindy knows a lot about Earth negative 11, so she can't say it well:

"I don't think it's Gordon, but it should also be very important. First, we'll get these people settled and open the door to find out."

"All the black suits were killed, and the police kept them alive?" Cindy felt the small box around her waist, took out a cigar, and shook it in her hand: "bet on a cigar. It's Gordon."

"Well, police, I'll do it." Su Ming, who was under the mask, also laughed and took out his cigar. They put the bet together on the doorframe. The winner took it away: "I bet. I bet it's not him."

After the two exchanged in a low voice, Cindy was the first to rush out. Although it was a death knell, as she said, she was more in love with cold weapons.

The samurai sword in her hand is not airtight. When the man in black reacts, she has set off a bloodbath in each room like a wolf into a sheep.

Not to mention, there are some unusual people in black. One of the women used her own gun to resist the attack when Cindy attacked her with a knife. She also planned to call on people around her to surround Cindy.

But this is just an enemy of unity. There are thousands of such small leaders in various gangs in Gotham. The death knell is called the greatest mercenary in the world. Naturally, they are not on the same level with them.

Cindy slashed and made a parry, but it seemed that before the crackle was over, she pulled out the shotgun behind her back and shot it.

The sound of metal and gunfire almost coincided, and we saw the little head fly out with a face, a big hole in his chest, and even the wall behind her was flying under the shrapnel.

Cindy's killing is still going on, she is like a diligent bee, flying in the blood, but the black and yellow armor, only let people in black fear.

Su Ming's target is the police, who use long electric shock sticks. They don't have insulating gloves and shoes like Batman, and their fighting skills are far worse.

So he was like a boiler man on an old ship. The long stick was the shovel. As soon as the light flashed, a policeman fell down. As soon as the stick was collected, he shoved the policeman into the house to avoid being killed by stray bullets.

In this way, the division of labor between the two was clear and their strength was strong. About two minutes later, more than 40 people in black and more than a dozen policemen were all taken care of.

They almost finished the task at the same time, and Cindy was a little proud:

"it seems that I am better. You can see that the number of people on my side is more than twice that of you."

Su Ming didn't say anything, just shrugged his shoulders. Who told him that his work here was too laborious. He always wanted to keep some strength. These policemen are ordinary people. Don't stab them to death with a stick. The duration of electric shock should not be too long. If you throw it into the room, you have to use soft strength.

Maybe some people will say, it's not a spear. How can you stab a dead man? However, when the strength reaches his level, who says that you can't stab a person without a gun head?

At the same time, he has to suppress his adrenaline secretion, that crazy out of the bloodthirsty desire, like a tug of war between reason and instinct in the brain.

Cindy was even more proud when she saw him as if he had given up. If she had a tail, she would have gone to the sky. She walked around and finally came to the door of the communication room:

"well, it's time to open the gift. Let me see what's in the gift bag."

With that, she began to take out plastic explosives from her bag on her thigh. She was still humming an unknown tune, as if she were looking forward to it.

The door of the communication room is very strong. The thick steel is like the front armor of a tank.

"Use less. Don't scare the people inside."

Su Ming cautioned that in view of this situation, the people hiding inside should not be fighters at all. When C4 explosive explodes in the narrow corridor environment, it will produce huge noise and directional shock wave.

It's just an exaggeration, but it's possible to break the eardrum or cause coma.

Cindy didn't answer. Instead, she made a gesture of "OK." she took a small piece, stuck it on the door lock, and inserted a timing detonator.

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