His mind was blank. He turned around and, with the faint light from the living room, saw the fierce eyes of the FBI agent and the dark gun muzzle.
"Kid, I'm going to break your leg!"
Bang... The gunshot rang out, reverberating in Zhou Qingfeng's ears.
He instinctively closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly, as if he felt the bullet piercing through his body.
However, the expected pain did not come.
He opened his eyes, and saw the expression of the FBI agent frozen on his face, with astonishment in his eyes.
The agent slowly turned around and looked behind, cursing, "Fuck, Carl..." Then, as if drained of energy, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Soon, Chief Inspector Karl staggered over. Half of his face was torn, dripping blood, his gaze cold and sharp, like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell.
Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed, "You're fucking alive?"
Chief Inspector Karl indeed wasn't dead, not by luck, but because of Zhou Qingfeng's momentary alertness.
