The same person does not exist either!”

"3." Gin completely ignored their performance and started counting down.

The heart of the Fu Jingguang was beating wildly.

"Ahhhh--" The brown-haired woman on the ground suddenly burst into a roar of despair.

She wriggled her broken limbs and wanted to crawl over to save her child, but she was held down by vodka and couldn't move.

"2." Gin said.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw Carlo's pupils tremblingly stretched out his hand: "Stop! Ginjiu--"

"1." Gin's fingers slowly pulled the trigger.

"etc!"

Ginjiu's cold green eyes swept over and looked at the person who made a sound.

The man calmly said: "There is indeed a person in the world who looks exactly the same. Gin, is there any misunderstanding? Have you confirmed his identity 100%?"

"0." Gin looked at him and slowly said the last number. Without looking back, his finger pulled the trigger.

"Bang--"

The bullet passed through the boy's head, and a large piece of scarlet blood was sprinkled on the floor behind.

The whole room was silent for a moment, and only the woman whose limbs were broken was stunned for a few seconds and then cried like crazy.

Gin stood up and pointed the gun in her hand at the man who had just tried to stop him.

"wait--"

"Bang!" Gin shot again cleanly.

The hot and sticky blood splattered on Zhu Fu Jingguang's face. He raised his hand and frowned and wiped it away. He turned to see that Zhu Xing's face, who was standing next to him, was stained with more blood.

But the man with long black hair still had an ice-like face, as if everything that happened in front of him was so boring that he couldn't get his interest. His eyes were not much scary than gin.

And the man next to him had already fallen into a pool of blood.

"Take it down and interrogate it well," said Gin.

Two men in black came in and dragged away the man Zhu Fu Jingguang who was not familiar with.

"The police are most afraid of killing people." Gin's tall figure slowly approached the remaining people with great oppression, and his eyes swept across their faces one by one. "Whoever pleads with him or interrupts, will be undercover."

”

"What if I'm just a simple soft-hearted heart or have an affair?" Amuro Toru smiled and raised his hand to ask.

"It's better to kill by mistake than to let go." Ginjiu's expressionless face, "and the organization doesn't need that kind of slutty waste and traitors who have an affair with an undercover agent."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh--"

"It's so noisy." Gin frowned, turned around and pointed the gun at the brown-haired woman on the ground there.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw the stiff Carlo suddenly burst out and rushed forward.

"Bang!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was sure that Carlo, or the FBI undercover whose real name was Carson Davis, deliberately let the bullet shoot into his heart.

In this way, he won't

His companion's intelligence will be forced out by terrible torture, and his wife will not be tortured again.

The blond man's body fell on his wife, and he tried to reach out and grabbed the hand of the small blood-stained child next to him.

"I'm sorry..." he choked.

Then, the blue eyes quickly dimmed and completely lost their rest.

Ginjiu looked coldly at the vodka who did not stop someone from "successful" and was sweating coldly, and raised her hand and directly killed the last woman with a bullet.

"What a family I love, let's go to the underworld to get together again," he said.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the cruel smile on the face of the silver-haired killer, and his angry murderous intent and heavy pressure piled up little by little in his heart.

However, things seem to be not over yet.

The man in black with long silver hair and cold green eyes took out a cigarette and lit it. His sharp teeth bit the cigarette and took a sip, and then slowly exhaled it.

The white smoke was shrouded in his expression.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang saw Qin Jiu walking towards him.

He felt a little sad, and he immediately recalled whether he had any strange flaws before.

But Gin passed by him and finally stopped in front of Amuro.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.

This is a thousand times more terrible than his own exposure of death.

The smell of blood, smoke, cigarettes, and the smell of death all came to my face.

The air was so silent that the needle could be heard. The silver-haired man and the blonde man looked at each other for a long time. The atmosphere was so dangerous that it seemed to be tightened to the point of breaking the strings.

"You'd better not expose the mouse's tail." Gin spoke first.

He sneered, left in front of the blonde young man, and stood in front of the woman next to Toru Amuro.

It was not until the breath of gin that Zhu Fu Jingguang felt his cold hands and feet gradually warmed up.

"Bang!"

Gin shot again, and the woman with short black hair groaned and leaned back against the wall, slowly sliding to the ground.

"For, why?" she asked.

Gin took the half-burned cigarette with one hand, looked at her down and sneered: "It is normal to be nervous and afraid when encountering such a thing, but it is so tight that you won't let yourself show any emotions or expressions, which is different from your previous reaction.

To this extent, there is definitely a ghost in my heart.”

Amuro whistled: "Yo, Detective Gin."

Gin couldn't bear it and shot him in the foot.

The ammunition is quiet.

Gin didn't want to turn around and look at the guy's mocking face again.

"Vodka, take this woman to the interrogation room, and throw it to the laboratory even if she doesn't die."

The silver-haired killer put away his gun, picked up his cigarette again, turned around and glanced at the other side with a cold glance.

"I hope you are not rats." He threw down a sentence full of bloodthirst and death threats in the tone of hope you are rats and then killing you, and turned around and left the room full of blood and corpses.

"Go, I have such a bad temper. Is menopause coming?" Amuro Toru said without a whisper at all. Gin, who had not walked away from the door, could probably hear it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang moved his stiff hands and feet for a while, turned to his partner Zhu Xingda and said, "Are you still training today?"

Zhu Xingda didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, turned around and walked towards the exit, and said coldly: "No, I'm not in the mood."

Toru Amuro ran over and squatted down and began to study the body of the undercover fbi curiously. Obviously, he wanted to obtain information from him, or simply use it to add information to ridicule Gin.

Then he was soon stopped nervously by the man in black who ran in.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was also driven out together.

Before leaving for the last time, he glanced at the body of the three of the undercover family of three on the ground.

At that moment, Zhu Fu Jingguang vaguely saw the three faces that were falling into a pool of blood as himself, zero and his brother.

Then, he felt a deep fear.

Zhu Fu Jingguang once again realized deeply that no matter what happened during the undercover period
Chapter completed!