The Road to Slaying God

"No!"

Yan Kuang remained expressionless, asking him to give up being a killer, it would be better to let him die.

"No……"

The old man had a look of fear on his face. He saw a person appearing behind Yan Kuang, a very strong young man holding a sharp machete in his hand. The man was half a head taller than Yan Kuang.

Yan Kuang seemed to feel something, his body turned slightly to one side...

Unfortunately, it's too late!

The sharp blade turned into a light and shadow in the air, and fell hard on Yan Kuang's shoulder. The hand holding the sniper rifle fell to the ground in the flash of the edge, and the tail of the sniper rifle was gone. The arm was braced and immediately raised, the muzzle of the gun pointed upward.

It's Liu Biao!

The matter is not over yet. If it is over, Liu Biao will no longer be Liu Biao. When the light of the knife flashed and his arm fell to the ground, Liu Biao suddenly kicked on the crook of Yan Kuang's leg, and Yan Kuang knelt on one leg. He came down, supported his body with one hand, and took off his rifle...Liu Biao was still not finished yet. The bloody sword slashed at Yan Kuang's arm that was on the ground...

All the movements took only a few seconds, and there was no blockage at all. "Peng!" Blood splashed, Yan Kuang lost the support of his arms, and his body fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were fixed on his quilt. A sniper rifle stained red with blood...

A killer is no different from an ordinary person without a gun. Moreover, for killers like Yan Kuang who are passionate about guns and don't even bother to practice any martial arts, guns are almost life for them.

Now, Yan Kuang has no gun, which means he has no life.

"Kuang'er!" The old man rushed towards Yan Kuang. Zhang Yang sighed and let go of the knife in his hand. Although Zhang Yang loosened his grip, the old man's throat was still cut with a deep gash by the sudden thrust. , blood leaked wildly.

"Kuang'er, I hurt you, I hurt you..." The old man's voice was low and hoarse, and he hugged Yan Kuang's armless torso.

"Dad, it's okay. On the first day I became a killer, I never thought that I would die well. Ahem... Dad, I like the feeling of you holding me. I like... When I was a child, I liked you holding me the most. ..." Yan Kuang's stern face has turned into a touch of warmth, as if he has forgotten the pain and is racing through the beautiful childhood memories. He is recalling the warmth of being held and played by the old man.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Dad shouldn't let him go down this dead end..." The old man buried his head in Yan Kuang's chest.

"No, dad, what I'm most grateful for is that you brought me into the profession of killer. I like this profession, I like..." Yan Kuang wanted to pat the old man's shoulder with his hand, but he had no arms and only Neng touched the old man's body with his remaining stump, which was bleeding. The old man was covered in blood.

"He won't die!" Zhang Yang looked at the time, suddenly walked to the two of them, pulled the old man away and said, "But you must die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in Zhang Yang's hand flashed, and the old man's choking voice suddenly stopped. He covered the blood spurting from his throat with both hands and looked at Zhang Yang blankly. Suddenly, with a grateful look on his face, he forced two words out of his throat: "Thanks……"

The old man fell to the ground slowly, without pain, with a look of joy on his face, as if he had fulfilled his greatest wish.

The moment the old man closed his eyes, Zhang Yang's sword flashed again, and Yan Kuang's throat surged with blood. Yan Kuang's eyes were always looking at Zhang Yang, and there was actually a hint of gratitude in his eyes. He also tried his best to He opened his mouth and squeezed out two words: "Thank you..."

Looking at the two blood-stained corpses lying on the ground, Liu Biao looked at Zhang Yang in surprise and opened his mouth without speaking.

"Let's go... I will explain to you later... There is no time now. According to the police force in City C, this area should be sealed off now, and there will be police with advanced equipment..."

Zhang Yang held the Type 92 pistol in his hand, put a few magazines on the old man's body, and strode out of the ancient and dilapidated bell tower, while Liu Biao followed Zhang Yang with a gloomy look.

After leaving the scene, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao immediately changed out of their bloody clothes and took off the gloves on their hands. All items were concentrated in one backpack, and the other backpack contained the clothes they took off.

I randomly found an alley and walked out. Sure enough, the police force outside had not been deployed yet. I just saw some police cars patrolling the road with their lights flashing crazily. Obviously, the killer fired a few shots at first and shocked the public security department. Without support, In this situation, they did not dare to block it rashly. After all, the opponent was a sniper. In this city, the destructive power of a sniper was far beyond that in the forest. There is only D County across the city from the city. After changing to a few taxis, the two went directly to H County. This was their plan from the beginning. There was Liu Biao's unfulfilled wish.

Both of them were in a very low mood and had not spoken. The deaths of the father and son killers made them feel extremely depressed, especially Liu Biao. He still didn't understand why Zhang Yang did what he did. It was clear that Zhang Yang had promised the old man not to kill the young man. The killer, but Zhang Yang still killed him.

Before they arrived in County D, the two got off the car again, walked for a while, and found a motorcycle rental to take them to County D. Now they had to be careful not to leave any clues and be followed by the police.

Finally, the two of them settled in a small hotel in County D.

After the two of them took a shower and cleaned their wounds, they both sat on the bed in a daze. The scene of the father and son killers embracing each other was always lingering in their minds.

"Do you want to hear my explanation?" Zhang Yang sighed and looked at Liu Biao who was silent.

"I think, I believe you can give me a satisfactory explanation." Liu Biao sat upright. Although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's handling of the matter, he now had a blind trust in Zhang Yang.

"I told the old man that his son would not die to alleviate his pain. As you can see, he died peacefully. I think his biggest wish at the last moment of his life was that his son could live."

"Oh...I understand..." Liu Biao suddenly realized. The gloomy look on his face lifted, "Then... why did that young man want to thank you?

"He has understood what I mean. Both of them are going to die. Undoubtedly, it is more in line with their wishes for the old man to die first. If the young man dies first, the old man must be full of pain at the moment of death. Since they are both dead, I can Let them choose a reasonable and pleasant way to die, this is what we can do, and as for my promise that the old will not kill the young, that is just a white lie!"

"The two of them must die. First of all, they can no longer escape the pursuit of the police. If they are caught by the police, our identities may be exposed. In addition, if they escape, then we will still be endlessly pursued by them. Kill, he must be chasing us endlessly, of course, you may say, one of them is a bad old man, and the other is a cripple with broken arms, how can they have the power to chase us?"

"I'm sure that this is a wrong idea. If that young man doesn't die, he will definitely think of several ways to retaliate against us and use our lives to wash away their shame. People like him are very dangerous. With a strong willpower, he can't use a gun, he will use other means, even at any cost, at that time, he will be more terrifying than before he lost his arm!"

Zhang Yang explained the reason very carefully. He didn't want to plant a shadow in Liu Biao's psychology.

"Hey, I misunderstood you. If you die, you will die. Aren't you just two garbage killers!" Liu Biao stood up and slapped Zhang Yang hard on the body. Obviously, the barrier between him had disappeared.

"Ouch...Brother Biao, can't you take photos of other places?" Zhang Yang was injured by Liu Biao's photo, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

"Oh...I'm sorry, I'm wrong, Brother Yang, it hurts somewhere...where..." Liu Biao's heavy hands touched Zhang Yang's body.

"Damn it, you've become a pervert too..."

…

The two started to fight for a while, and the initial unhappiness disappeared. The two had developed some tacit understanding over the years of dating, so they naturally knew what the other was thinking. Generally speaking, Liu Biao's thoughts were much simpler than those of Zhang Yang.

"Liu Biao, I have to tell you something!" Zhang Yang suddenly said with a serious face.

"Um?"

"There are countless stories behind everyone. Even the most vicious people will have a kind and warm side. People are not good or bad. Everyone has his or her own family and friends. Just like the killer, their father-son relationship is touching, but their hands are stained with blood. They are killers. Do the relatives of the deceased think they are good people? The answer is yes, no!"

(To be continued)