Chapter 449 Let’s End It, Number Eight
"Ten...Ten...Number Ten, it hurts...so much..."
After saying this very weakly.
Number Eight was lying prone on the steering wheel, trying to move his body in the hope of saving himself.
In addition to the physical pain, the series of gunshots just now was also one of the reasons why the unconscious No. 8 woke up so quickly.
But no matter how hard he tried, No. 8 found that his whole body seemed to be falling apart. He couldn't use any strength at all, and every bone was constantly sending out extreme pain.
This feeling... is dozens of times more painful than when I was wandering on the streets and was beaten up by a group of people until I couldn't even walk away in order to protect the only five dollars in my pocket.
Is this going to kill me?
With his neck still able to rotate only temporarily, No. 8 turned his head to look at his left hand which was the most painful, and found that his forearm had been completely broken, with even the bones piercing through the skin and exposed.
The bloody and fleshy appearance made it look particularly hideous and disgusting.
Especially when the blood from the forehead flowed into the eye sockets, No. 8's vision turned red, and his forearm looked even more terrifying and painful.
Looking at his horrible left forearm, No. 8 was speechless. He now... should be even more miserable than those pigs whose organs were removed, right?
If it weren't for the gunshots behind me that delayed the group of dogs, perhaps I would have been captured and controlled?
Just as No. 8's thoughts were wandering, the phone fell on the floor mat in the car, and No. 10's slightly relaxed voice finally came again.
"Number eight."
"You finally replied to me. I was so scared just now. I was really worried that something might happen to you."
"Don't worry, it's okay. You just accidentally got into a car accident. I will send someone to provide emergency assistance right now. I will definitely not let anything happen to you."
"There will be others here to help, so there will definitely be no..."
Before Number 10 could finish.
Number 8's bitter voice, which was trying hard to hold back the pain, sounded weakly again.
"Number 10."
"The mission... The mission has failed. Don't you... still not understand? Uh... hiss..."
"I can still answer you like this now. It's all because of the killer that person sent to follow and protect me. Help...help me stop Su Ming. Do you understand?"
"That dog's target...target is not you and K at all, it's me...it's me, understand?"
“Cough… cough… cough…”
Let’s talk about the latter.
Number 8 also became emotional, and the injuries on his body caused him to cough non-stop, with a lot of blood foam in every cough.
The feeling of dizziness in the brain continues to increase, which is a sign of excessive blood loss.
now.
Under the coconut trees on the sunny beach.
The petite No. 10 tightly grasped her phone, her expression showing extreme self-blame, but one could clearly see a hint of hidden cruelty.
Just now she kept saying that this was an accidental car accident. She was undoubtedly relying on luck and didn't want to admit her mistake in judgment.
But now...under the weak words of No. 8, the mistake that was deliberately covered up was torn open with blood.
If it weren't for... that person sending a killer to track and protect him, No. 8 would probably have been imprisoned by now, and all the information about the poker organization would have been dug out.
But if there is only one killer, how long can he protect No. 8?
Since the dog has already targeted No. 8, how could it be possible that only one person came? No matter how outstanding the killers in that team are, it is obvious that they cannot save No. 8.
After quickly sorting out these thoughts.
Number 10's expression became extremely ferocious, and although his tone was still filled with worry and nervousness, his words were extremely sinister.
"Number Eight, I'm sorry. I'm the one who let you down."
"But you must listen carefully to what I say next... The assassins that person sent out have temporarily delayed the pace of those dogs."
"But it won't last long. Reinforcements are already behind us."
"If one of us falls into the hands of those dogs, can this poker organization that gave us new life continue to exist?"
"So, No. 8... from the moment you joined the poker organization, you must have thought that there might be such a day, right? To save the poker organization, to sacrifice your life for our family."
"Let's finish it, Eight."
"I will help you get revenge and bring those dogs' heads to pay tribute to you."
Cold, eerie, and without any human touch, this is the best way to describe Number 10's words.
Inside the Buick commercial vehicle next to the guardrail.
Hearing what No. 10 said, No. 8, whose head was becoming increasingly heavy, was stunned for a moment, then revealed a complicated and tragic bitter smile and said hoarsely.
"Ahem... ahem, No. 10... No. 10, what you said is so... so nice."
"For... for the poker organization, give my life, give my... my life."
"Until now...now, you still refuse to admit that you lost...lost? What I regret most is...that I believed you."
"But...but I am willing...willing to trust you one last time...one last time."
"Remember... remember, put their heads... heads, in front of my tombstone, uh... cough cough..."
He finished speaking with great reluctance.
Number Eight used the remaining strength and the only right hand that could move to take out a grenade from among the many weapons in the co-pilot's storage box.
This grenade, or all the weapons in the storage box, were originally brought here specifically to be used on Su Ming and others.
But now... I can only taste the bitter fruit myself.
......
at the same time.
In the Ford modified car at the back, Su Ming was still crouching to avoid being discovered by the killers behind him.
Through the previous few exchanges of fire, Su Ming was already extremely certain... the killer in the rear was extremely experienced and was definitely not the kind of person who could be easily dealt with.
The most important thing is...the current situation is very tricky, and No. 8 has become an alternative hostage of the killer.
Although a bullet originally aimed at No. 8 was stopped in time, this is definitely not the end... As long as the opponent has the chance, he will definitely point the gun at No. 8 again.
Think of this.
Su Ming no longer hesitated, and his eyes became more fierce. He had to solve the trouble behind him as soon as possible.
The longer it drags on, the more dangerous Number 8 will be.
With his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, Su Ming determined the killer's approximate position by the exposed gun barrel, then quietly unlocked the passenger door.
After confirming that the opponent's gun was pointed at him, Su Ming took a deep breath and chose the most suitable posture to exert force.
Immediately following.
Su Ming raised the pistol to the top of the seat, just barely above the exposed position.
Then, he suddenly raised his head and used his naked eyes to check the exact location information, and quickly fired two shots to delay the killer's attack.
Next second.
Su Ming suddenly stepped his feet on the side of the driver's seat, and with the help of the rebound force, he rushed towards the passenger door. His whole body was suspended in the air and he knocked open the passenger door that had just been unlocked.
“Da-da-da—”
The bullet that was delayed by the previous two shots instantly shot through the broken rear windshield and towards the place where Su Ming had just raised his head.
But at this time.
Su Ming pushed open the passenger door and was suspended in mid-air. He could see very clearly... the killer hiding behind the door.
Just now, I showed a little bit of my head for the purpose of aiming.
Adjusting the muzzle of the gun to the limit in mid-air, Su Ming immediately fired three shots at the exposed part of the killer's head.
“Bang—bang—bang—”
The first shot was fired quickly and hit the upper edge of the car door.
But the next two shots, in Su Ming's sight...hit the only part of the killer's head that was exposed with incredible accuracy.
Two extremely powerful shots immediately blew up the killer's head, causing him to collapse to the ground quickly.
After making sure that he had killed the other party, Su Ming immediately tensed all his muscles and his back slammed heavily on the ground.
“Boom—”
A dull sound of impact was heard.
Even though he was on guard and his muscles were tense, Su Ming still frowned in pain.
But Su Ming had no time to rest. He immediately stood up with his pistol in hand and rushed towards the Buick commercial vehicle where No. 8 was without hesitation.
But I just ran two steps.
"boom---"
A deafening explosion followed.
In Su Ming's sight... No. 8 was no longer in the driver's seat of the Buick commercial vehicle. Only the bloody remains of limbs and flesh remained...
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