Zhuang Lin's reaction speed was extremely fast. The deadly bullet flew over to him by the scalp. The familiar aura of gunfire made him burst into blood. He even had the illusion that he had returned to the battlefield where bullets were flying.

"Bang"

The murderer hiding in the dark pulled the trigger again, and the bullet with a cold air passed through the air, heading towards Zhuang Lin in high-speed dodging.

At this time, Zhuang Lin hugged Chu Wan tightly with his right arm, moving his body with a trajectory that violated the rules. As the body moved, his ears and eyesight were exerted to the maximum extent, locking the murderer's position.

This is a master, but there is still a big gap compared to those top masters. However, at least in China, it can be listed as a first-class master. Of course, in his eyes, he is just a second-rate master. Such a person, even holding a gun, cannot pose a great threat to his life.

Now he is basically sure that this guy hidden in the dark will definitely not be his enemy during his legion, because everyone who can become his enemy has at least the first-class strength.

This second-rate guy dared to attack himself, and even dared to attack when the bomb did not pose a fatal threat to him, which shows that this guy didn't know much about his strength at all.

So what is the origin of this guy? Why did he have to kill himself?

Zhuang Lin's brain was running, thinking about the identity of this guy who tried his best to kill him, but after thinking about it, he had no idea.

"Bang" the third shot, the shooting position was very tricky. Zhuang Lin almost unconsciously moved his body and avoided the bullet.

By this time, he could basically determine the place where this guy was hiding, but the place where this guy chose to hide was very tricky, and it was difficult to lock his body in the position where he was standing.

Killer!

Such a thought flashed through Zhuang Lin's mind, and there was a bit of solemn expression between his eyebrows.

The solemnity in his heart was not because he was worried about the other party's strength. Killers of this level did not threaten him at all. He suspected that the killer was invited by someone he offended, but he had no way to know who was behind the scenes.

The killers themselves are guys who trade with human lives. Each of them is a desperate person. The creed they follow is destined to be successful and the possibility of capturing them alive is almost zero.

When Zhuang Lin looked solemn and was considering how to capture this killer hidden in the dark alive, the killer in the dark was as heartless as stagnant. On that pretty young face, there was solemnity, cold as ice.

At this moment, the young killer was in a very bad mood because he found that the strength of the target he hunted in this mission was very different from the information provided by his employer. It was wrong, it should be said that it was a world of difference.

He carefully read the information. The other party was suspected to be a retired special forces soldier, and he knew how to fight in close combat, and it was not bad. Apart from that, there was no more. Out of his importance to the retired special forces soldier, he cleverly placed a bomb on the car, and as soon as the car was launched, it would detonate.

But what he didn't expect was that the target could discover the bomb he installed in the car at the first time and successfully avoid the explosion, which surprised him very much. From beginning to end, he didn't understand how the other party discovered the bomb.

If the young man on the opposite side could surprise him, then after being so seriously injured, the other party could easily avoid his consecutive shooting, then the shock would undoubtedly make him confused.

What made him even more uneasy was that the other party seemed to have locked his position while avoiding it. The information from his keen intuitive feedback brought him a strong sense of uneasiness, as if he was targeted by a terrible beast.

Danger, there was danger. At some point, his hair was standing upside down, and a terrible sense of danger rose in his heart. In his vision, two cold lights flashed, almost reaching the extreme, beyond his reaction.

He tried his best to avoid it, and his body also acted as a dodge, but the two cold lights were too fast, and his body didn't have time to move. A severe pain had already been heard from his thighs. He lowered his head and suddenly found that there were a knife inserted into his left and right thighs, which looked very much like a scalpel used by a doctor.

The two scalpels penetrated deep into his thighs, leaving only a small hilt outside, which basically deprived him of all his movement ability. Faced with this situation, his face turned ashen, and he knew that he had almost no chance of escaping.

Looking at the young man who was slowly walking towards him, a haze rose in his heart. Then the haze turned into determination. He slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle at his temple.

He wanted to commit suicide, but it seemed that Zhuang Lin did not give him this opportunity. A thick and short silver needle appeared between Zhuang Lin's fingers and bounced it out with force. Before he pulled the trigger, he hit his head accurately. He didn't even feel any pain, and his whole body had become numb, as if he had been injected with anesthetic.

"Stay here and don't move." After solving this second-rate killer, Zhuang Lin lets Chu Wan go from his arms and suffers trauma for a while. However, such a short exercise made him feel a little difficult.

"Well, be careful." Chu Wan looked at the second-rate killer from afar, then looked at Zhuang Lin, nodded, and said softly.

Zhuang Lin smiled at her, then slowly walked towards the second-rate killer. During this period, the police officers who heard the sound of coming, holding guns and blocked the door of the underground parking lot.

"Chinese? Which killer organization are you affiliated with?" Zhuang Lin was surprised after walking closer and seeing the appearance of the killer underground. In his memory, it seemed that there was no decent killer organization in China. As for the more powerful killer, there were only a few.

"..." The killer just lay quietly on the ground, just looking at Zhuang Lin with his eyes wide open. His body could not move, and he couldn't even open his mouth. The silver needle that Zhuang Lin ejected into his head temporarily anesthetized his cerebellum.

"Rashel Clark... No, if you are affiliated with these two killer organizations, they will never take on any business related to me, and they will not foolishly send you a second-rate killer like you to assassinate me."

Zhuang Lin repeatedly said the names of several killer organizations, but he quickly rejected them. In these famous international killer organizations, information related to him is retained. Even if someone pays a lot of money to buy his life, these killer organizations will not accept orders. Since they dare to send a second-rate killer to kill him, it can only be said that the one who takes over this order business should be a small killer organization, and most of them are domestic killer organizations.
Chapter completed!