[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

"Let him run away?" Rubelier's eyes narrowed, and his words could not contain the anger, "You have so many people chasing one, how dare you tell me—let him run away again?"

The suddenly high-pitched voice made the captain tremble all over, and lowered his head, which was already cowering and buried, he hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't say a word.

The general's face was ashen, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

The commercial street in the west of the city is only a few intersections away from here.That kid actually showed his face under his nose so easily and then retreated?How unreasonable!It was the same at the time in Dongcheng District at first, and he finally found his whereabouts, but after a while he disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated from the world all of a sudden.

"Keep searching," Rubelier ordered sharply, "I have to dig three feet to find him!"

"Yes, General!" The captain straightened his body and saluted the military, and then asked for instructions, "Do you want to send more people to the west of the city?"

"Well, transfer the four teams on the outskirts of the city..."

etc--

This situation seems to be very similar to the last time... It happened that the target was discovered suddenly when the search network spread out, and the manpower immediately concentrated again, but there was no trace after that, it was almost like appearing on purpose to attract attention ...

"No, no transfer. Continue as planned!"

The general leaned back in his seat, crossed his fingers, and said word by word.

"Expand the search area to the outskirts of the city."

The weeds on the edge of the field are flourishing, and when the wind blows, it turns into gentle waves in the wilderness, stretching and swaying away along with the unharvested wheat fields.

Two people, one big and one small, just lay in the grass with their heads resting on their arms, not moving much.The grass is deep and windy, making it hard to notice their presence.On the easel at the side, there are works that have just been completed, and the corner that has not been compacted sometimes rises and sometimes falls in the wind.

It was a very special picture.The part of the hut on the right is fairly realistic, apparently probably by the painter; while in the left picture, there are many strange-shaped crows flying, and their destination seems to be the scarecrow in the field with big circle glasses.

It was added by Allen because he thought the field was too empty. At that time, the painter asked knowingly what it was, and he pointed at the fellow and said with a smile: You.

What it refers to is the representative circle glasses.

In the end, the young man said seriously how many crows should be added, and added a few strokes on his own.The painter squinted at the black mass, laughed and cursed a few words, and then began to teach the crow how to draw it by precept and example.So one black thing after another appeared on the stage one after another, with each stroke and one stroke, in various poses and with different expressions, so lively.After a lot of tossing, the sky-high crow and the strange straw man completely stole the spotlight.

Probably because they were tired from playing, the two of them lay side by side for a long time without speaking.

"Uncle Izzy," Allen said slowly, looking at the sky, "are you asleep?"

"Well," the man with his eyes closed hummed a syllable, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I fell asleep."

Allen smiled lightly and said nothing more.

The sky in late autumn was unbelievably clean. When I looked up, my eyes were full of pure blue.So high, really high, so ethereal, so vast, so unreachable.Occasionally, a small group of clouds swayed slowly, casting a shadow that was neither thick nor light on the grass, quietly, swaying with the wind, and then drifting away with the waves.

The surrounding vegetation swayed and rustled in the wind, making the atmosphere even more peaceful between the two of them.

"Is it cold?" the sleepy man asked softly, "It's windy here, if it's cold, go back to the house."

Allen shook his head, and immediately realized that the other party might not be able to see him, so he said, "It's okay, it's not cold..." Before the words fell, a sound from a distance quietly entered his ears, shocking Allen's whole body and rubbing against the ground sat up.

Looking through the weeds, I can vaguely see a few figures not far away, looking up and down, obviously looking for something.

Oops!

"Uncle Izzy, I'll be leaving for a while, don't go anywhere if you stay here, don't go..." Before the other party made any inquiries, Allen only lowered his voice to give a few words, and immediately bowed and sank into the grass middle.

Tiqi sat where he was, with the young man's body temperature remaining in the open space beside him, and what lingered in his ears was the resolute "don't go".

He naturally knew what happened, but he didn't move.The moment he stood up, he stopped.

Holding the gun he had just seized, Allen walked through the weeds with full vigilance.Just now, he took advantage of the sneak attack to successfully deal with the two of them, and the noise of the fight probably alarmed the other team members, but this was exactly what he wanted—these people were here for him, so they must not implicate Uncle Izzy .

There was a sudden commotion in the grass, and Allen keenly caught the direction of the person coming, and aimed his gun.But at the moment when the figure appeared, his heart skipped a beat, he turned around suddenly, and a high-speed spinning bullet whizzed past his hair.The sudden gust of wind in the field brushed away the weeds, and there was another enemy standing a few steps away and the black muzzle of the gun.

The next second, the two pulled the trigger at the same time.

The birds on the edge of the field soared into the sky together as if they were frightened, scrambling to fly across the sky, and soon they were far away.

Tiqi sat on the spot, watching the flock of birds going far into the sky, puffing clouds and mist, without making a sound.

Enough is enough.

What he has done is enough.After all, they are not fellow travelers. After all, each has his own position. Even if he was saved by a fever that night, he still can't stick to it forever.Why not just let it go?

But his heart could not calm down.The bursts of gunshots seemed to hit his heart directly, bang, bang, bang, which shocked him into inexplicable panic and inexplicable fear.In his career as a killer for more than ten years, he had never felt that the sound of gunfire would be so piercing.The cigarette at the fingertips quickly bent and deformed amidst the increasingly intense gunshots.

But not long after, the gunfire stopped.

One second, two seconds...

One point, two points...

really stopped.

Tiqi felt his heart empty, his hands and feet were cold, and the infinitely long silence almost suffocated him.

Finally, he couldn't sit still any longer, threw the cigarette butt, and rushed into the grass without hesitation.

That shot just now was dangerous.

As soon as Allen tilted his head, a bullet cut a hole in his shoulder, and the broken bandage fell off quickly.But the opponent was a little unlucky, and was shot in the right shoulder, and the gun came out of his hand all of a sudden.Before he had time to think about it, Allen rolled on the spot and kicked away the opponent's gun first. He grabbed a handful of sand with his left hand and threw it hard at the opponent's front door. to the grass.

In just the blink of an eye, he swiftly resolved the continuous gunshots from behind, but the moment the man fell down, he was pulled from the side by the other arm, tightly strangling his throat.

The sudden force knocked Allen to the ground, and the pain in his whole body seemed to wake up at that moment, crazily biting every nerve of him.The enemy was strangling him with one hand, while the other hand was grabbing something in his arm. Perhaps the gravel had not recovered from his eyes, and he was afraid of the gun in his hand.The force on the neck was getting heavier and heavier, wishing to squeeze out the last trace of oxygen in the lungs, Allen struggled desperately, enduring the dull pain and dizziness raging in his brain, but just as he put the gun The moment he switched from the right hand under his body to the left, the opponent's hand also grabbed the handle of the gun.

Oops.

The handle of the gun is twisting in the entanglement, the muzzle of the gun is shaking in the scramble, his strength is draining, his brain is roaring, he can't breathe, he can't think, his chest is like a heavy boulder, and his consciousness is gradually withdrawing...

boom--

There was a sudden gunshot, and after that, the two of them remained silent.

The strong wind whizzed past the broken leaves, and carried away the wisps of green smoke from the muzzle of the gun.The grass moved slightly, and a man's figure stepped out slowly.He lowered his head slightly, held a gun in his right hand, and was dressed in shabby clothes. His slightly long black hair caressed his face casually in the wind, and a pair of round glasses with thick bottle bottoms shone against the light, covering most of his expression.

Even though the clothes are so old and the disguise is so exquisite, they still can't restrain the murderous aura that lingers around him.

He walked up to him, kicked away the bleeding body that was shot dead by him, bent down, and looked at the fainted boy for a long time.

No one knew what he was thinking, and no one could see his hand, whose knuckles were white from clenching hard.