Evil against evil live broadcast room

Chapter 6

The warehouse door was open, the killer stood tall with a submachine gun in his hand, a car parked behind him, and the dazzling high beams illuminated him from behind, making him look like an avenging angel descending from the sky.

Tears stung Raymond's eyes. JR's figure was like a dazzling light shining on his heart, taking his breath away.

"Kill him!" growled old Blanche hoarsely.

The gangsters in the warehouse took out their pistols in a well-trained manner, but before they could aim, the bullets flew out of the killer's muzzle.The nearest thug fell down like a deflated balloon, and the killer flew to hide behind a pile of boxes. The thugs surrounded the boxes while maintaining the rate of fire and suppressing firepower.

A tear gas bomb flew out from behind the box.

Thick smoke filled the warehouse. The thugs covered their mouths and noses, opened their painful eyes wide, and tried hard to find targets in the smoke.

With a gunshot, a person fell down.

Another sound, another person fell to the ground.

The killer is like a swift nightmare, shuttling through the smoke, every time a bullet is ejected, a hitman is killed.

Various comments were scrolling rapidly in the live broadcast room, but the killer didn't have the time to stop and appreciate it.

"Fucking bad pixels! JR, you earn so much, can't you just buy a better phone! I'll pay for it for you!"

"The camera shakes so much that I'm about to vomit. Can JR put on a chicken head for anti-shake next time? I'll vomit first."

"What kind of smoke bomb! I can't even see the fart!"

Under the escort of the thugs, Old Branch evacuated the scene in an orderly manner.A bullet flew from nowhere, and the thug pushed old Blanche away, loyally blocking the deadly bullet for the boss.

A killer in a gas mask comes through the smoke.

"JR..." The cursed name stuck on the tip of Old Blanche's tongue, "You are not a messenger of justice, you are just a killer, if someone gives you money, you work for them, but now the person paying the money has changed Just an unknown crowd on the Internet. I can give you money too, more than they give, turn off your stupid phone, and cooperate with me."

"If you suggested that a few hours ago, I might still be tempted," JR said, "but my answer is 'no.'"

"Why? Do you doubt my financial resources? Or are you so addicted to your role-playing games that you really think you are an envoy of justice?"

"No." JR shook his head, "Your fault is that you shouldn't shoot him."

He put the muzzle of the gun between Old Blanche's eyebrows, "He is such a good man, you don't deserve to touch him. Even the dust under his feet is nobler than you."

The bullet passed through Old Blanche's cranial cavity, blasting half of his head into blood foam.

JR dropped his gun and staggered up to Raymond.

Behind his back, one hand fumbled on the ground, holding the gun in a pool of blood.

JR covered the phone camera with his hands, took out a mask, and asked Raymond to wear it to prevent him from inhaling too much tear gas, and also to prevent his true face from being seen.

Raymond got up and hugged JR tremblingly.

"I knew you would come." He couldn't hold back his tears anymore, "Thank you...thank you for not abandoning me..."

"If I wasn't wearing a mask, I would really like to kiss you." JR said softly, "Let's go, let's go home."

He helped Raymond out of the warehouse.

"Go...die..." A thug who was still breathing grabbed his gun, aimed at JR's back and pulled the trigger.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

JR falls forward.

Blood splattered.

A scream stuck in Raymond's throat.

His mind went blank, he supported JR's body reflexively, and then fell to the ground with him.

It's a sneak attack!

Anger dominated his consciousness.He charged at the thug, kicking the gun out of his hand.The thug propped up his body, and was stepped back to the ground by his foot.He picks up the gun and takes aim at the scumbag who sneaked up on JR.He wanted the man to die immediately, but the hand holding the gun was shaking.

He didn't have the guts to shoot.

It was one thing to lure out Norman Branch, it was quite another to take a life with his own hands.

No wonder JR kept him out of the Norman Branch punishment.He thought he could do anything for JR anytime, but JR knew he wasn't ready.

He wanted to drop the gun, but he thought that his fingerprints were stained on the gun, so he simply put it in his belt, turned around and ran back to JR, checking the killer's pulse and breath.

still alive.

Raymond had never been more grateful for God's grace than he was today.

Thanks to the Holy Father, the Holy Spirit and the Holy Son, and to all the saints in heaven. If it is Satan who blesses JR, he will also show his gratitude.

JR is still alive.

If he died here, to save himself, Raymond would never forgive himself.

He has worked as a volunteer in a hospital, so he still has basic medical knowledge.He checked JR's body, the bullet penetrated from behind, but there was no wound in front of him.

worst case scenario.The bullet lodged in the body.

JR wakes up leisurely.Raymond ripped off his gas mask and loosened his collar to allow him to breathe more easily.

"Can you still walk?" Raymond asked nervously.

"Okay, but I need you to help me..." JR's voice seemed to come from a leaky bellows.

"The bullet's still in there," Raymond said.

JR raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch his wound, and then found the wound on his back.He cursed: "Damn, I can't figure this out myself..."

Raymond put JR's arm around his shoulders and helped him to his feet.He was badly wounded himself, and Blanche's thugs were merciless to him, and he was aching all over his body.He suspected he might have broken a rib.But... he thought, this is nothing compared to JR's injury.

"I know one who can."

He helped JR into the car outside the warehouse.Sirens sounded in the distance.The two criminals fled the scene before flashing police lights illuminated the bloodied warehouse.