Chapter 404: Betrayal, betrayal, are you worthy of redemption? (Please subscribe)
The gunman standing in front of Chen Shou had yellow hair and was probably in his early twenties. His originally fierce eyes were now filled with anxiety and fear.
Looking at the unharmed target with lifelike eyes, he couldn't help but swallow.
He hurriedly took out a new magazine from his arms and tried to replace it, but found that his hands were shaking like chaff and he couldn't replace it at all.
“You, who are you?!”
He became more and more panicked and confused, and he couldn't help but step back.
As the person who fired the shot, he knew better than anyone else that he had absolutely no intention of letting anything slip. Every shot was aimed at the opponent's head. At such a close distance, with his usual accuracy, At most, he will miss one or two shots.
But this time, he emptied a magazine and failed to damage the opponent at all!
You know, this guy still has his eyes closed!
He is also a ruthless person, cruel and merciless. He often kills people, so he accepted this task, because in his opinion, no matter who he is, whether he is rich or not, male or female. Whether it's a high-ranking official or a homeless man on the street, they are all the same.
Things that can be solved with one bullet.
To a certain extent, in South Korea, a country with distinct classes, he is one of the few with the most equality consciousness.
In the face of death, everyone is treated equally.
So no one can understand the shock he felt when he saw someone dodge an entire magazine.
He originally asked, just to hide his inner panic, but he did not expect that the other party suddenly turned his head and opened his eyes slightly.
In an instant, pure white light shines.
Huang Mao did not see the other party speak, but a voice came in his ear: "I am God."
"I came for redemption."
That one The voice seemed to ring directly from the depths of his consciousness, like a bell and a bell, deeply engraved in his brain. Even if he wanted to ignore it, he simply couldn't.
God?
Redemption?
These two words are like steel seals, firmly imprinted in his consciousness.
“Salvation for what?”
He asked subconsciously.
Bang!
At this moment, the gun fired again, and he saw the man with his eyes closed casually turning his head to avoid the bullets fired from the side, his expression unchanged.
"Redeem those who deserve to be redeemed."
The voice asked quietly in his ear: "Are you worthy of being redeemed?"
Bang bang bang bang Bang!
The gunshots rang out one after another, like popping beans.
After killing the fanatics who blocked the way, the remaining gunmen hesitated and continued the attack.
"Asiba, what are you doing standing there, kill him!"
Beside Huang Mao, a gunman shouted loudly, his voice high-pitched but unable to hide the trembling in it.
Because in the face of the attacks of so many of their gunmen, not a single bullet hit the opponent, as if there was some kind of power protecting the opponent.
Fear, uneasiness, panic.
Huang Mao hesitated and finally stuffed the magazine into the pistol, but those words were still echoing in his mind.
“Are you worthy of being redeemed?”
Inexplicably, he raised his head and looked at each other in the midst of the hail of bullets.
Under the pure white light, the filth on his body seemed to be invisible. Countless past events, memories that he thought had been forgotten, suddenly surged out from the depths of his mind.
He once had a warm, albeit not beautiful, family.
However, it was shattered into pieces due to an accident.
He took up arms and embarked on the road of revenge for his parents. He killed his enemies with his own hands and then escaped. Because he was valuable, he was taken in.
Killing people for each other and doing many bad things. After walking until now in a state of confusion, he suddenly discovered that his various behaviors were different from those of the murderer he killed at the beginning.
The dragon slayer finally became a dragon!
This pure white light was like a mirror, allowing him to suddenly see himself clearly, and the movements of his hands suddenly became smooth.
Load, load, and shoot!
Bang!
The bullet flew out from the muzzle and accurately hit the target's forehead. The latter fell down with disbelief in his eyes.
Bang!
The body fell to the ground, and it was another gunman next to him!
Bang bang bang!
Huang Mao's eyes were firm and without any hesitation, he pointed the gun at the other gunmen and quickly pulled the trigger. Bullets flew out one by one, hitting the target's head or body.
He is indeed the most skilled among this group of gunners. After finishing a magazine, not a single bullet was missed.
“Asiba, you are crazy!!”
"I'm your teammate!!!"
Huang Mao walked up to a gunman. The latter covered the wound on his chest, backed away desperately, and shouted loudly at the same time.
"No, you're not!"
Huang Mao said after blowing off his head with a shot.
Immediately afterwards, a follow-up shot was carried out on other injured gunmen.
Then he turned his head and looked at the man with closed eyes who had an indifferent expression from beginning to end. There were corpses around him, including believers and gunmen, with blood flowing everywhere. Only he stood quietly, as if he had emerged from death. The messenger who walked out.
It is also like a religious oil painting full of texture.
At this moment, people in the airport hall either fled far away or hid in a safe place. Huang Mao came to the other party respectfully, put down the pistol and knelt on the ground.
He gave a big bow.
Then he nodded slightly as if he heard something.
He picked up the gun again, stood up from the ground, and strode toward the exit.
Chen Shou followed closely.
Before the police arrived, the two men got lost in the panic.
Night falls.
Unsurprisingly, the case that occurred in the airport lobby during the day shocked the entire South Korea. It made the front pages of various news, large and small, and attracted unprecedented attention.
After all, this country is so big, and the slightest disturbance can easily spread across the country, let alone such a vicious incident.
But the strange thing is that with this level of attention, the official body is still unclear about the target of the shooting and the forces responsible for the shooting. It has been announced to the outside world that it is under investigation, but those who know a little bit about the inside story , all understand that the water in this is very deep.
It involves the most popular religious organization in South Korea at the moment, and given the religious atmosphere in South Korea, it is not surprising that fanatics can do anything.
Almost as soon as the incident broke out, various forces began to cover it up.
"Asiba!"
In a luxurious room, with an angry curse, the TV remote control hit the screen directly. A man in a suit pulled off his tie and looked at the news reports, with anger and fear in his eyes.
“Didn’t you say that you found a professional gunman who is foolproof? Is this what you call professional?”
The man’s eyes were bloodshot and he stared at another person in the room. It was a The old man, whose hair was meticulously combed, was wearing a robe mixed with gold threads.
"It's just an accident. My people have already followed. They will definitely not survive tonight!"
The old man said slowly.
"It's best this way, otherwise none of us will have a good life!"
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
Knock, knock, knock!
However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
“Who?”
Both people in the room were startled at the same time and looked towards the door.
There was silence outside the door.
(End of this chapter)