When you want to kill a person with a gun, there should only be a program in your mind, that is, find the target, raise the gun, aim, and hook the trigger.

Christina just wanted to kill someone with a gun, but she forgot that she was not Omar.

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Late at night, when Christina drove her red car at the address provided by the priest, she stayed in the car for an hour, and she didn't do anything else for the hour, and she was struggling.

When she finally convinced herself, her mind was filled with it. It was for Dust, for her home, and not for the ten thousand dollars offered by Evan Basdale, that Christina could walk towards the house with her gun.

As a policeman, she doesn't need to sneak into the process at all, as long as Hans is indeed hidden in the house; she doesn't even have to find any reason for herself. A policeman found that the gun dealer who had fired a gun at her was hiding in a residential house and shot him to death. What reason does this require? At most, when writing a report, "I'm afraid of a suspect threatening the safety of other citizens." It's that simple.

OK.

Christina walked to the door of the house, wearing plain clothes, holding a gun in her hands, stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then she was ready.

With the insurance removed, Christina stood with a gun and aimed at the door lock. At this time, she had already made all plans. In fact, all plans were only one word, fast.

He quickly broke in, aimed at Hans' forehead before he ran away, and finally pulled the trigger quickly, and the next move was to point the gun at the guy's boyfriend.

After killing, she didn't have to run away. She just needed to call the police and wait until her colleagues on duty arrived and explained to them that she wanted to come out to relax because of the stress of raising her son to study. As a result, she parked the car on the side of the road and saw a suspect in the house. Then she rushed in, and then she was not wrong.

bump.

A gunshot came from the dark night. The door lock of the house in front of Christina was completely cracked by bullets. Even the door handle drooped, she kicked open the door.

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The room without the lights turned on was a little dark, but this did not delay the yelling inside: "**..."

The people inside must have been shocked. A gunshot came from the door of his house at night. No one could stand it, let alone the gun dealer who fired guns at the police?

The shirtless Hans rushed out of the room in only his underwear. He was not stupid. He would definitely not go to the front door in this situation. However, after rushing out of the bedroom, he no longer had the chance to approach the back door.

Christina was standing there. In the dark night, a short-haired black lady walked through the living room with a Colt pistol standard equipped by Texas police. She blocked the corridor between the two rooms with guns. The distance between the two was less than five meters. Within this distance, as long as Christina's fingers were slightly pressed, the gunshot would be heard, and Hans would immediately fall to the ground to create a pool of blood.

"Don't kill me!"

Begging for mercy is an instinct. Anyone who has not received training and is extremely eager to survive will do this when facing the gun. Hans did this, but in fact he didn't see who was standing in front of him.

Hans' next move was to kneel down and surrender.

"I am already a person who has lost everything, no money, no source of goods, no territory. Do you still want to take my life now? Do you still want to cut off my feet after I die?"

"Please, I beg you, don't kill me."

When a person with nothing is facing killing, he is like a stray dog ​​on the street. He is bullied by an ignorant boy and makes him afraid of every human being passing by. Even if human beings want to approach with kindness, he will alertly flee backwards.

Hans admitted the wrong person. He thought that the person who was going to kill people was the "foot-cutting demon" who was getting crazy in the town. If he died at the hands of this guy, it would be better to be shot and killed by the two policemen who chased him.

"I have a child..."

Hans, who was trembling with his voice, could only take out his most child as a shield. The pity of a child is the most likely to touch people's hearts, and the child who lost his father is undoubtedly pitiful.

Christina is in an excellent opportunity. She can solve the two simplest troubles by pulling the trigger. Just let it go, and with a 'tweet', all troubles will disappear...

In this second, Christina's index finger seemed to be filled with lead, and every inch of movement was very test of her mental strength. Her mental strength seemed to be experiencing a tug of war. When the evil side pulled a little, her fingers would go backwards. When the good place was pulled a little, her fingers would return to its original position. This good is Christina's police framework. Since she chose to kill Hans in the police way to escape legal responsibility, she must accept the confinement of this framework in her heart.

You are a policeman, and the police also kill people, and the police also kill people for their own safety. But how powerful reasons do a policeman need to support him when he is not doing official duties and just to save himself from trouble?

Christina is not Omar. She has never defined herself as a "bad guy" since the moment she joined the gang. Killing is never her profession, nor is it the only choice to survive.

Her eyes slowly moved away from Hans, and Christina looked at the room where the other party rushed out. If there was any movement in the room, she would kill her without hesitation. After all, no one wanted to die.

But the man in the room was lying on the bed and watching, his eyes full of fear. The 'Hans's boyfriend' was obviously scared by the scene in front of him. In other words, this guy was just an ordinary person, and a scene he had never experienced in his life would remember for the rest of his life.

Hu, Hu, Hu.

Christina's breathing began to be heavy, her feet kept waving, and even her hands holding the gun were holding the pistol several times in a row, just to make herself more determined. She made the best effort to make the final choice. At this time, if Christina continued to control it for a second, maybe she would stick to the original intention of coming, just...

"Who is there!"

The blue light of the police light shook in outside the window, and the light of the flashlight shone directly from the door to Christina's feet. The policeman at the door didn't care what kind of dizziness the people inside had experienced. He stood on the moral high ground and shouted in a rescue posture: "Police Montek, the people in the room put down their guns and slowly lay on the ground. Do not turn around, otherwise I will shoot immediately!"

Christina was so anxious that she wanted to jump up and shout like a normal woman when she vented. This kind of pressure was definitely not something that ordinary people could bear.

"Bob Christina, I'm pointing a bastard with a gun. When he was arrested last time, the bastard fired three shots at me and Zhou." She didn't have to call the policeman's number and work unit at all. In Montek, there were no police officers who didn't know each other.

"oh,**."

The policeman at the door exclaimed, put down his aiming pistol and rushed in quickly. After he came in without any doubt, he directly kicked the big footprints on Hans's face, who had been kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy for a long time: "**-Temptation!"

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Hans fell down, and this awakening felt like a roller coaster happiness for him, who had just experienced life and death, and he forgot the cry of pain.

“There is one more here!”

"You roll off the bed immediately and lay on the ground with your hands in your arms, now!"

The policeman who came in at the door turned on the light. Christina, who had been in the dark for a long time, closed her eyes suddenly, as if she had walked in hell and returned to the world of light.

"Bob, close the door." The policeman who turned on the lights took off his baton and stuffed it into Christina's hand, and said softly: "There are no witnesses now, otherwise you can only wait until you put him in the police car and do it."

His purpose of giving Christina a baton was very clear. At this time, no policeman would use rules and regulations to protect the suspect.

Christina has another chance, which is to use a baton to kill Hans directly. As long as she starts ruthlessly and uses force enough, she doesn't have to hit Hans too much after knocking him down with the first stick. The second stick can solve the problem immediately after hitting the back of her head.

Christina stared at Hans with her eyes and holding a baton. Hans, who was kicked down, raised his hand slightly to block it. He already knew what was going to happen next, and begging for mercy at this time was useless.

"ah!!!!"

Christina, who shouted like crazy, raised the stick and almost closed her eyes and hit it. She knew she had no chance. A policeman who was mentally righteous and wanted to be a hero could shoot at the escaped gun dealer. However, a policeman who was tortured and could not even comfort her heart said nothing to Hans, who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, could not pull the trigger, let alone murdering people with a stick.

After a few muffled sounds of "touch, touch" came from Hans' body, he began to howl in pain, and he wanted to shout all the neighbors around him at the top of his throat. If this was not the case, this blow might end.

Christina could no longer hear any sound. Apart from mechanically waving the stick in her hand, she could not find any channel to vent. At that time, her eyes were already blurred, but no one knew why this woman shed tears and cried.

"wow-wow..." After the door of the room opened, a man lay on the ground with his bare butt, and his muscles had also hugged Christina to Bob, who had just been showing off on the weekend when he had traveled to the Montek Police Station. Under his huge force, he directly carried Christina on his shoulder and walked out of the passage. He comforted the living room and said: "Okay, okay, if you continue to fight, you will kill him with your own hands. Is it worth committing a crime for him? After returning to the police station, you have time. This time f forces those big men not to be on our territory."

"ah!"

Christina, who was lying on Bob's shoulder, smashed the baton in her hand at Hans, gritted her teeth and shouted that she hated no one else, but herself, an ordinary woman who wanted to be a hero without a brain, but not cruel to be a bad person.

Bang.

A picture was smashed in the baton's flight trajectory without any accuracy. After the frame landed on the ground, the glass on it broke all over the floor. Christina knew that this meant that her police career was completely ruined.
Chapter completed!