How could it be hit wrong?

Yuli gritted his teeth hard and almost bit off half of his tongue. This opportunity was so good. Li Xiaofeng looked at him with his back and whispered to the people around him. It should be said that he was completely unprepared. (The full text novel is updated the fastest) Yuli was very confident in his actions and was definitely very hidden. Not to mention someone across the road, even passers-by who were standing a few meters away from him were not aware of it.

As for the shooting skills, Yuli was even more sure. He also aimed for two more seconds, just to be foolproof, but who thought he would have missed it even if he was foolproof? Moreover, his accurate head was not as good as he was, and he was slanted by three or four positions. It would be impossible for him to take off the target so well.

At that moment, Yuli felt that the sky had collapsed, and even forgot to escape immediately. He just stared at the crowds of people across the street in a daze, not believing that all this was true. But, he did not hit the target, but instead hit the big man beside the other party... How could this be possible?

The time left for Yuli to be astonished was only a short moment. The person who was hit was still touching his shoulders silly, and he didn't even show any pain. A person next to him flew up and threw the shotgun to the ground.

Trotsky really couldn't have imagined that someone would shoot himself. Although he had worked underground a lot in his early years and avoided the tsar's spy countless times, he had lived abroad in recent years. After all, he would inevitably lead to a relaxed vigilance over time. He didn't even realize what was going on. When the dull sound like firecrackers came, he had been thrown to the ground by Ulitsky.

Fortunately, Ulitsky was quick and vigilant. He knew it was gunfire when he heard the dull sound. Without saying a word, he pressed the porcelain to the ground. Of course, Ulitsky didn't know that Trotsky had been shot. His pounce happened to hit Trotsky's wound, which made Lao Trotsky's face deformed. But then again, Ulitsky's way of handling was absolutely no problem. Even if he knew that Trotsky had been shot, he should have to pounce first. Who knows whether the sting will continue to shoot? If the sting continues to shoot, then standing still will definitely be a target.

It was also at the moment when the murderous intent came that Li Xiaofeng felt that danger was coming. During this period, as his cultivation level increased, and his body became stronger and stronger. Li Xiaofeng was not very worried about his personal safety. There were too few things in this world that could kill him. It would be impossible to use a gun to kill him. It would be possible to use a tank gun with a high-pressure tank with shell-out armor-piercing projectile.

The expansion of strength made a certain immortal unable to find him at all. In his opinion, let alone assassinating him, with his immortal power to protect his body, there was no chance to assassinate the people around him. Moreover, he knew history that Trotsky had a smooth journey after returning to China. Someone was thirsty and some were given water, and some were given food when he was hungry. Someone still helped him move in a poor house.

For example, now, even if Lenin did not ask him to solve Trotsky's accommodation problem, in a few days, Trotsky's former students and followers, the current Minister of Labor Mattveskobelev, the first coalition government, would bring Lao Trot to his home for delicious food and drink. Of course, Skobelev belonged to the Menshevik rightist and was along with Trotsky. It would not take long for the conflict between the two families to become unadjustable and the last one was broken.

Facts have proved that people are too proud and easily get smeared. At the same time as the gunshots were fired, Li Xiaofeng woke up and immediately mobilized his immortal power to defend himself. However, this guy forgot to protect Trotsky. This guy only cared about himself, but Trotsky was very smeared and took bullets for him.

So, when he saw Trotsky being shot, his body staggered. Then when he was grinning, a hungry dog ​​who was thrown to the ground, Li Xiaofeng also had a brief loss of consciousness. Fuck, the future Minister of Foreign Affairs, Chairman of the Military Commission, and the boss of the Trotsky were shot in front of his brother? For a moment, Li Xiaofeng really didn't know whether to protect Trotsky first or to go and arrest the murderer. Unfortunately, others obviously lacked similar experience. (The full text novel is updated the fastest)

Fortunately, Li Xiaofeng is an immortal after all, and his reaction is much faster than that of ordinary people. Seeing Ulitsky protecting Trotsky and hiding behind his motorcycle, he knew that Trotsky should not be dead. He immediately roared and turned around and rushed towards the gunshot: "Boy, you are dead."

You said Li Xiaofeng had a gun, why didn't he shoot back? A certain immortal wanted to be so majestic, but he knew it himself. With his stinky gunshots and the power of the sand eagle, don't kill the passers-by around him without killing the stabbing. That would be a cup of tea.

So this guy didn't dare to use his gun, and he could also seem brave and fearless when he rushed forward with bare hands. At least whether it was Ulitsky hiding behind the motorcycle or Lunacharsky lying on the ground, his face turned pale when he saw a certain immortal rushing towards the sprint ignorantly and fearlessly. They all felt that they might be collecting the corpse for the immortal today.

On the other hand, Yuli's loss of consciousness was just a moment. Years of experience have brought him too many experiences and lessons. Between life and death, if you want to save your life and kill your enemies, the most important thing is not courage. What is the courage of a man? A real killer, the most important thing for those who can truly walk through life and death is to be able to calm down.

So in the face of a fairy's counterattack, he just smiled coldly. At this person, he fired the remaining three bullets in one second. The firepower was so rapid that not only did the gunshots connect. The flames at the muzzle also seemed to be continuous. As if they were like machine guns, they did not stop at all. After the bullets were fired, he threw away the pistol. Although the revolver was not afraid of dud bullets, the capacity of the bullet nest was too small and it was too slow to change the bullets. If he was idiot to stop in place to change the bullets, he might have been directly called Pig Head Three.

So Yuli immediately threw away his favorite, turned around and ran away, rushed into an alley, while running, and took out another spare pistol that was tied to the waist. When he arrived at another exit of the alley, Yuli aimed quickly and fired. The six bullets were blown away in an instant.

Yuli originally thought that using such firepower would shock the other party and prevent the other party from continuing to pursue. However, in such a rain of bullets, he saw someone running around without any ambiguity. To be honest, this level of dodging is quite high, you must know that this is a noisy.

Dull and Tong are synonymous with dirty and messy roads. The road surface is bumpy and piles of garbage are scattered on the side of the road. But at this moment, Li Xiaofeng transformed into Liu Xiang, and crossed obstacles vigorously and gracefully, sprinting towards the finish line. What stunned Yuli the most was that so many bullets were so many. This person actually dodged one by one.

At this time, Yuli faced a choice, whether to escape immediately or stay and fight with the opponent? Even if he could escape, because of the failed mission, he would inevitably die in the end. If he didn't run away and stay and kill the opponent, he might be able to escape from death.

Yuli quickly made a choice and took out a second spare pistol from his ankle. This time he never shot in panic again. He was forced into a dead end and acted extremely calmly. The sight at the muzzle held Li Xiaofeng tightly. He pulled the trigger calmly and vigorously.

So, the gunshot sounded again. When it hit five shots, Yuli subconsciously knew something was wrong. At this time, Li Xiaofeng had already rushed to him, and his fist, which was as big as a bowl, hit his forehead with the sound of wind, and made a muffled sound...

Yuli's head was shocked immediately. He was originally going to pull the trigger while being fisted, but he didn't expect that Li Xiaofeng's arm strength was so amazing that he directly hit him dizzy. Such a brief loss of consciousness made his last shot fall directly...

In fact, Yuli underestimated Li Xiaofeng too much. If someone had the ability to fully open up, this punch would not only make him dizzy, but it was possible to directly shoot the head with one punch. But when he punched, Li Xiaofeng kept his strength, and he didn't want to tidy up his brain. That was too disgusting and too unrealistic. When Trotsky and his friends came over to see him slam his head with his fist, what would he think? Maybe he would give it to him directly as a guinea pig for a scientific research institution.

Moreover, Li Xiaofeng knew from the moment the gun was fired that the target of the stab was not Trotsky, but him. If it weren't for his body protection and fairy power blasting the bullet, he would definitely be the one who was shot today. Although he wouldn't kill him by two shots, Li Xiaofeng wasn't afraid of loving the gun, but he really wanted to know who sent the stab.

Li Xiaofeng kicked the gun away from Yuli's hand, and then removed the boy's arms and one leg. Just as he was about to start interrogating, he suddenly found that Yuli's face turned red, and then his throat kept twitching, as if he was lacking in oxygen. Before Li Xiaofeng could figure out what was going on, Yuli had already died of breath.

At the moment when he woke up, Yuli decisively bit the poisonous capsule in his mouth and decisively ended his sinful life. Although he really didn't want to die, no one wanted to die. But at this moment, he really had no choice.

"Fuck... I'm dead now?" When Li Xiaofeng reacted, he couldn't help but take a breath. He had enough methods to prevent the other party from committing suicide, fixing techniques, resting techniques, closing the six consciousnesses, etc.... There were too many ways to do the immortals. He even removed the other party's hands, feet and joints in order to ensure that he had even removed the most cliché plot in TV movies. But who would have thought that the most cliché plot in TV movies happened in front of him. At this moment, Li Xiaofeng really regretted it. If he had known it, he would have removed his chin first.

But now everything is too late and the person is dead. What else can Li Xiaofeng do? Could it be that he will whip the corpse? Of course he will not whip the corpse, because it is meaningless, and how could a dignified immortal be stumbled by a dead ghost?

At that time, Li Xiaofeng pointed to Yuli's body and cursed: "Are you dead? Do you think it's over? It's not that simple. You can run away, the monk can't run away, and you can't run away. If you have a genital, you can immediately lose your soul, otherwise I'll see how I deal with you."

Not only did Li Xiaofeng get angry here, but there was already a mess behind him. Lunacharski's legs were weak and collapsed on the ground. After staying for two minutes, he crawled back with his hands and feet and screamed shrillly: "Call the police, where are the policemen?"

Fortunately, we came around here not only like Lunacharsky, but also our working class was brave at the critical moment. Four workers rushed over and worked together with Ulitsky to lift Trotsky into the Kiev hotel. One of them kicked Lunacharsky with disgust: "Go. Why are you so scared and screaming, so why not have the skills to scream? It's better to enter the house quickly."

"Thank you"

If you want to say that Lunacharsky is really weird, I still remember to thank you at this time. But the next moment he screamed again: "Andre, Comrade Andre is going to chase and stab, this is too dangerous. If there are three longs and two shorts, how can I explain to Comrade Lenin, go and take a look and go and pick up Comrade Andre."

There is no need to mention this chaos. About a minute or two later, Trotsky was dragged into the Kiev hotel by four workers. Trotsky was not talking about his clothes, and even his glasses were broken. He knew at a glance that someone picked up the glasses at the scene and gave them to him.

Trotsky's left arm was drooping softly, and his chest was wet with blood, but the spirit was not wrong. He glanced around with a fierce look and asked sternly: "Where is Comrade Andre? Have you sent someone to pick him up?"

Ulitsky smiled bitterly and said, "Comrade Andre... he rushed forward with a bullet. I don't know what the situation is now."

Fortunately, there is always a gossip spirit of the masses that can make the war correspondents feel ashamed. Petrograd is not short of such people. In the chaos, someone shouted loudly: "Oh, it's okay, I just saw it, the thorn was knocked down by that young man."

When he heard that the thorn was caught, Trotsky suddenly became energetic. He was shot for no reason. Why didn't he want to know the reason? He didn't care about the pain on his shoulder at that time and ordered sternly: "Comrade Ulitsky, hurry up and take a look. You must find out who sent the thorn."

When Ulitsky arrived at the scene, he separated the crowds of people watching the fun on the inside and outside. He saw Li Xiaofeng secretly gesture at the corpse. He asked quickly: "Comrade Andre, you are not injured, are you?"

"No" Li Xiaofeng just used the soul-suming technique, and then directly imprisoned Yuli's soul. After he was about to go back, he asked slowly, "It's a pity that he committed suicide by taking poison."

Ulitsky looked at the ill-looking body and sighed: "Forget it, if you are fine, everything will be fine. Now let's take Comrade Trotsky to the hospital as soon as possible."

Li Xiaofeng wanted to leave immediately, but something big happened. It was completely impossible for Petrograd police to not appear. Director Alexander's subordinates were useless, so there was still common sense. He ignored the assassination of a member of the Central Executive Committee of the Soviet Union, unless he did not want to be the director.

Li Xiaofeng had no intention of interfering with the police in handling the case. But unfortunately, it was impossible for him to escape in this situation, so he was taken aside by several policemen and interrogated several times inside and outside. If it weren't for the big man like Lunacharsky, Li Xiaofeng would probably have been arrested by the incompetent Russian police as a stinger.

And during the period when Li Xiaofeng was under investigation, the news spread very quickly. Think about it, what is Trotsky's identity? He was shot when he returned to China. How could he hide it? This nature is so bad. Within half an hour after the gunshots, the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, Duke Liwoff, received the news.

Liwoff had just held a meeting of the new cabinet. He was in a bad mood and heard the news. He sat there blankly, stunned for half a minute before slapping the table hard, spitting out two words: "Bitch", and then he stood up suddenly and ordered: "Notify Alexander, let the gendarmerie block the scene, and also notify... Notify Perevelzev (Attorney General) and ask him to come here immediately."

"Director Alexander is waiting for your instructions." Lewoff's secretary looked at his boss carefully.

Liwoff clenched his teeth and giggled. His whole body was shaking slightly for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Give me the phone number."

When the secretary handed him the phone, Lewoff's mood stabilized slightly. He took a breath slowly: "Alexander, how long do you plan to solve this case?"

"Three days...no, forty-eight hours." The poor Director Alexander was almost crying. Something happened twice in the past three days, and once more, the military robbery had not been solved, and another shooting occurred. The director was really under great pressure.

"Okay, I'll start to time you now." Liwoff also knew that Alexander had no choice but to break it, and even if it couldn't break it, it would be broken: "By the way, remember to block the news and don't make the city full of wind and rain."

"Yes, I know." Alexander also knew that when such a thing came, blocking news was a rigid demand, but this was not to cover the superiors, but to prohibit the spread of rumors. You should know that Petrograd's mud legs had just calmed down for less than two days. If they knew about this kind of news, they would not know what kind of chaos would cause.

On the other hand, Trotsky's wound was treated urgently at the scene. After taking such a shot innocently, he would definitely not do it. The police and military police wanted to send him to the hospital. He said that I would not leave, and I would look at the results of this investigation.

Soon, Li Xiaofeng and Ulitsky both came back. As soon as the result of the incident was revealed, Trotsky's face turned blue on the spot. He didn't know why Yuli chose to commit suicide. He only knew that such a dead soldier who failed to succeed was definitely a force with a deep background. What does this mean? This shows that this assassination was not a personal passionate crime, but a life that some domestic political forces demanded (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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