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"What's the hurry? There are still two days before the Flying Hearts' concert. At that time, we'll let this corrupt Federation know that there are still people who pursue independence and freedom in this world."
A naked, muscular man was lying on a dilapidated recliner, slowly flipping through a novel. A centipede was tattooed on his chest, moving up and down as he breathed, as if it were alive.
Sajjad
Terrorists are a new dazzling star in recent years. He has launched terrorist attacks in various states many times. His style of action is ever-changing, making people unable to figure it out. His killing methods are even more cruel to the extreme. Even some terrorists can't accept his cruelty.
Such a person naturally had his own uniqueness and a group of loyal subordinates. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to make a name for himself in just a few decades.
This time, he came to the State of Korea because Asia's most popular twin girl band, the Flying Hearts, was holding a concert tour in the State of Korea. The theme was to oppose terrorism and advocate world peace.
This pair of sisters were not only beautiful, they also sang well and did not have any negative scandals. In just three years since their debut, they had already become the top Heavenly Queens in Asia.
His popularity was very high. Although it couldn't be said that the highest was 99%, and the lowest was those who just learned to walk, it was still popular among teenagers, uncles, lolis, and mature women.
What a wonderful thing it is to carry out a terrorist activity for the sake of freedom at a concert against terrorism.
Sajjad thought of the people who had gone crazy for the sake of the two Little Empresses. What kind of reaction would they have when a dazzling bloodshed suddenly occurred when they were at their most high? In the future, would the two little empresses still dare to claim to be the embodiment of justice and propagandize against terrorism everywhere?
These two silly little girls didn't know what freedom was! Sajjad fiercely tossed the half-finished beer in his hand onto the ground. He lifted his head to look at a man who was handcuffed to a stone pillar not too far away. The corners of his mouth lifted into a sinister smile. "I'll first f * ck you, and then I'll capture those two silly little girls! Let the brothers take turns to play with them, then make a film and sell it to the entire federation to satisfy everyone's fantasies. Let's see what else they can use to oppose the warriors who are fighting for freedom. "
Because Sajjad's concert had been postponed yesterday, he had no choice but to stay and wait. However, he had unexpectedly met with several private investigators from the Alliance of Private Investigators.
Aside from helping others catch adultery in bed, stalking, and other things, private detectives also did other things, such as catching some terrorists or wanted criminals in passing and exchanging them for a large amount of bonuses in the Federation.
These five private detectives did have considerable strength. In the time it took to eat a meal, they killed two elite terrorists who had undergone strict training, rushed into the hall on the fifth floor, and were immediately defeated.
Private detectives had become the mortal enemies of terrorists and gangsters at some point in time. With the establishment of the Private Investigator Alliance, these private investigators became more and more difficult to deal with.
Many of the activities of terrorists were destroyed by private detectives before they could be carried out.
Sajjad had an enormous loathing for private detectives. Every time he encountered a private detective, he would do his best to capture them alive and then torture them to death.
"Let me die ~!"
The private detective's voice was torn and hoarse as he was tied to the stone pillar with his hands and feet wrapped around it. The corners of his eyes had cracked open, where blood had congealed. Because of his emotional agitation, his muscles throbbed, causing them to crack open and bleed once more.
Ever since he had been captured by Sajjad, this sole surviving private detective had experienced the eighteen levels of hell that only existed in myths and legends.
"Li Xing, tell me your daughter's name and where she is, and I'll let you go." Sajjad slapped Li Xing's face from behind, and his lower body suddenly straightened …
Li Xing's body suddenly stiffened. Fresh blood slowly flowed out from his mouth and eyes. He had screamed and howled many times, and his vocal cords had long since been torn. Even the most hoarse rock music couldn't compare to the hoarseness of his voice.
Sajjad pointed at the woman moaning on the bed and whispered into Li Xing's ear, "Since you can sell your wife's location, why don't you tell me your daughter's location? I will definitely keep my word this time. As long as you tell me, I'll let you go. "
"She's … she's … she's …" Li Xing's fists were tightly clenched, and popping sounds rang out incessantly. His entire face was warped and deformed, and he said in an extremely low voice, "Seoul Elementary School's Fourth Year, Class Three, Li Liqi …"
"What?" Sajjad forcefully slapped Li Xing's swollen face. "Louder, I can't hear you."
"Seoul Elementary School's Fourth Year, Class Three, Li Liqi!" Li Xing's spirit had completely collapsed as he roared.
"Oh ~ ~ is that so ~ ~ You called me scum when you first saw me. What are you now?" Sajjad retreated a few steps and circled in front of Li Xing. "If I can even sell my daughter to scum, then what are you?"
Sajjad waved his hand as he admired Li Xing's crumbling expression. "Akavi, go get his daughter. Let us perform for him in front of him. Vista, come here! Continue to entertain this hero's private … "
The naked Sajjad's eyes suddenly erupted with radiance. His feet left a solid footprint on the concrete floor. His entire body was like a leopard as he pounced towards another stone pillar.
At the same time, seven crisp gunshots reverberated in the hall. The struggling Li Xing's head tilted to the side, and a flower of blood blossomed from his temple. His tragic life was ended.
The woman on the bed also died at the same time. The man on top of her had lifted her up at the most crucial moment to block this fatal gunshot.
The terrorist who was engrossed in playing the game wasn't so lucky. The bullet drilled directly into his temple, causing him to take the final step of his life in the game.
The terrorist who was eating the drumstick flipped over and hid behind a table. He thought that he had already dodged a fatal blow, but he didn't expect that the bullet would draw an arc in the air. In a situation that he couldn't have imagined, it drilled directly into his temple.
The other three Arab terrorists who had been cleaning their guns dodged one after another in the first instant. They barely managed to avoid this fatal attack.
"Good marksmanship!" Sajjad hid behind a thick stone pillar. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.
If it weren't for his keen sense of smell, which had allowed him to detect the sudden presence of a living person in the room, then that shot just now, which had come without any warning, would have very likely ended his life.
Sajjad understood very well that the first bullet of the seven bullets had been aimed at him.
There was no killing intent, no presence, and no scent at all. Just who had come? Sajjad's two thick eyebrows furrowed together. If it weren't for the fact that the other person was unable to conceal the scent on his body, then his head really would have exploded.
What was the background of these two people? They were actually able to conceal their killing intent and presence? Sajjad began to ponder. Just how many people had come? Did they come with a purpose, or was it an accident?
Aside from the completely naked Sajjad, everyone else quickly pulled out their guns and aimed at the location where the bullets had just been fired. Everyone was very clear that if the target of the first shot hadn't been Sajjad, but them, then they would certainly have become ice-cold corpses.
Although the distance between the seven bullets was extremely short, it was already enough for these people, who lived in tension all year round and possessed a decent foundation in martial arts!
In particular, the shooter's second bullet had been fired at Tatav, who was playing the game. The third bullet had only been fired at someone else. This extremely short time gap was already enough!
Would the shooter be able to dodge the second bullet? The terrorists weren't confident. This was the first time they had seen such strange marksmanship.
Seven bullets had killed two terrorists! Such a battle record caused all the terrorists to feel astonished.
The bullet casings fell to the ground in the quiet hall, performing a final dance.
Changing bullets? No one dared to stretch their heads out to take a look to verify whether or not their guesses were correct. Only seven bullets had been fired just now. In other words, if this magazine could hold ten bullets, then there were still three that hadn't been fired.
Was the bullet casings falling to the ground to lure the enemy?
Sajjad praised Qin Fen, and an abnormally calm and ice-cold reply came from the quiet hall.
"I've never done something like killing people before. I originally thought that I would be so nervous that my movements would change when I drew my gun. "
After a slight pause, Qin Fen's voice, which seemed to be talking to himself, rang out once more. "So it turns out that my thoughts were wrong. You guys have given me sufficient reasons to kill people. In my eyes, you guys aren't even human. I'm just shooting animals. If you guys are lucky enough to escape, then go to the Animal Protection Association and sue me for abusing animals. "
Click …
The sound of a bullet being inserted into a gun rang out. Only then did everyone know that this young man was truly daring enough to change bullets so calmly.
Of course, his voice was erratic and uncertain when he spoke. For a time, no one was able to figure out where in the world this voice came from, or where he was hiding.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out at the same time, and the three outermost terrorists who were hiding together subconsciously lowered their heads. A blossom of blood erupted from the temple of their comrade beside them.
"Boss! This … this bullet seems to be flying in an arc! "
The terrorists, who were lucky enough to dodge a shot, simply lay flat on the ground. Their mouths yelled without end.
Arc shooting? Sajjad's eyes immediately lit up. The three words' special forces' flashed like lightning in his mind.
"Throw the gun to me!" Sajjad ordered, but his body accelerated in the opposite direction from where the gun had been tossed.
It was a diversion! Sajjad didn't want the gun that his comrade tossed at him at all. He just hoped that the gun, tumbling through the air, would attract the attention of the hidden gunman. He just hoped that the gunman would fire the gun that flew out.
Even if it was just one shot! Sajjad was confident that he could use this extremely short time gap to hide in a place with even more weapons.
Bang!
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