I'm so unlucky...

After the manager wore heavy equipment and knocked me away along with the glass door, I realized that I was not dealing with the manager from five minutes ago. He seemed to have eaten something, maybe hormones or stimulants.

.Or maybe I was stimulated. Who knows, this big guy was so powerful that he knocked me out of the intact large glass wall.

I gritted my teeth and lay on the marble floor tiles filled with glass fragments. It seemed as if a heat spread throughout my body. I took some time to observe the current situation:

Under the moonlight, we both fell on the smooth marble floor. I saw that only the frame and glass shards were left on the glass door, and my submachine gun was thrown aside. The distance made it impossible for me to

reach it.

Then, I turned my head and heard the manager supporting himself to get up. At the same time, his heavy breathing came from the helmet. For a while, he slowly turned his head and walked around with me.

Our eyes met, so we got up from the ground at the same time, dragging the broken glass on the floor and standing in a straight line.

"You will...pay the price for this!" He said to me seriously.

I dragged my feet and took a few breaths, "We haven't even had time to start fighting yet, you bastard!"

He did not continue to bluff, but roared in his helmet and rushed in my direction. I frowned, because there was an outdoor swimming pool not far behind me, so I took out the quick release holster on my waist.

22-caliber pistol, and fired a burst of fierce shots at the dark figure that was gradually approaching me.

But the bullets couldn't stop him. The bullets hit his helmet and chest one after another. Some of the bullets were embedded in the nylon fabric, and some hit the helmet and formed ricochet.

Seeing that he was about to rush over, I quickly threw the unloaded pistol at him and ran away from the swimming pool.

This guy is really fast enough. Even though I was stunned for a moment, I was so curious about what he was wearing that I could completely ignore the .22 caliber pistol bullets. So while I was trotting

He was in a daze, his eyes resting on the manager's thick armor.

As expected, he put on a heavy full-protection vest and a steel m88 bulletproof helmet this time, and police riot arm guards were also strapped to his arms and legs. Now it's better.

My bullets will definitely not be able to penetrate these standard military equipment. If I hadn't been too lazy to use those military-grade automatic rifles with abnormally high recoil, he would have been stabbed through the belly by the bullet by now.

Just because of my curiosity, I have to pay the price.

There was a muffled "boom" sound, and the heavy-armored manager who had already rushed in front of me punched me in the head. This punch made me feel dizzy, and blood even flowed from the corner of my mouth.

I turned around awkwardly, and finally covered my face in pain. Immediately afterwards, he wanted to throw a second punch, but I deftly dodged the heavy and powerful punch and responded with a straight punch.

color.

But what I hit with this punch was not the thick Kevlar lining, but the hard military-standard level 5 bulletproof plate. The reaction force made me grin in pain, but the manager just changed his position slightly and punched me.

My arm stopped me. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was hugged and thrown by him, and then the manager severely threw me out.

From beginning to end, my strength was unable to shake this strong armor. Now it was me who suffered the loss. This time, I was thrown to the floor by him for the second time.

"Damn..."

"Is this all you can do?" He looked at me, rubbed his fists and said.

I glanced at the Type 79 submachine gun that fell next to me. There should be some bullets in it. "We'll wait and see," I said.

I quickly grabbed the submachine gun and shot at the manager based on my feeling without even aiming. The bullets came out of the gun one by one, and the continuous recoil made me shake all over. My shoulders were devastated by the recoil.

At the same time, I also noticed that gun attacks are not without effect. As long as the bullet hits parts other than the head and torso, it can still affect his flesh. But if it hits the full protective vest with the largest bulletproof coverage area, then

These bullets are a waste.

Therefore, the few bullets in the magazine were still blocked by that damn heavy-duty full-protection body armor. If there was any effect, it was just that the bullets made his body tremble.

"Shit!" I cursed and quickly dropped the loaded submachine gun. At this time, he had already picked up the chain next to the door and struck at me. I bent down to avoid the swing in a bit of embarrassment.

The chain hit the marble floor tiles with a clatter, and a few fragments were thrown out.

"Don't you want to have a good fight?" The manager pulled back the iron chain with one hand and flicked it with his wrist, and the two met their eyes again.

"Ahem!" I spit out the saliva from my mouth and held the assault ax in my hand, "That's what I want to say!"

At the last moment when our eyes met, the two of us started at the same time and ran towards each other. I swung the ax lightly and blocked it in front of my arm. The enemy swung the chain and hit my weapon. The enemy swung again.

The chain was thrown, and I sidestepped to avoid it. Then the enemy swung his whip again, hitting me in the head, but I failed to dodge it. This swing hit my helmet and shook my head.

.

I didn't have much thought to check the injury. Opportunity was my best option at the moment. Before the chain could be retracted, I took a step toward him, grabbed the chain tightly, and pointed my left hand towards his.

The forearm was just swung wildly.

The ax struck suddenly and with just the right amount of force. This blow cut off his forearm riot guard. While he was struggling to retract the chain, I bent my legs and punched him hard in the abdomen.

A kick came up.

"Stab----" The enemy's military boots left two black marks on the ground.

"Hmph"! I jumped slightly and stepped on the marble tiles that had been cracked by the chain. I swung the ax with my right hand, rushed forward, swung the assault ax hard, and knocked away the enemy's hand with one blow.

The chain inside, followed by a backhand chop, swiping the enemy's head horizontally.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and the huge impact of the sharp edge of the ax shattered the manager's anti-riot lenses, and several fragments flew out. He pulled off the broken lenses, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"Why don't you die?"

I mustered up enough energy and continued to swing my ax with all my strength. However, the enemy calmly caught the attack with his hand. With his left hand, he grabbed my ax directly. I have to say that this hand was really impressive.

It's a good catch, but it takes a lot of courage to eat the bladed ax directly with your hands.

This time, I was not lucky. He knocked off my axe, grabbed my hand, and pushed me up to the unbroken glass wall on the other side. Then, he put a chain around my neck. , pressing me firmly against the glass wall.

"Accept your fate, kid, you are no match for me!" He breathed heavily, and at the same time, the smell like moldy pickles coming out of his mouth made me want to vomit.

The chain was strangling my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe. I even struggled for a while, and finally chose to pull out the head-cutting dagger from my waist, and stabbed the dagger into his inner thigh with my backhand. This blow hit him hard. He caused a lot of damage, so I threw off the chain and pulled out the dagger while he was enduring the pain.

"Ahem..." I coughed violently, feeling like my throat was blocked by something, which was very uncomfortable.

The manager had already thrown off the iron chain that was of no use in this battle. He took out a fruit knife from somewhere and rushed towards me. The tip of the knife was pointed at me who was still coughing. , stabbing straight into my heart.

"Pang bang!" The knife shattered the glass behind me. The tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the glass window, and the cracks spread to the edge of the knife. My movements were naturally not slower than his, and I immediately dodged the attack. The enemy pulled out the dagger again and used all his strength to slash at me, but I could only distance myself and dodge, and then the blade barely managed to reach in front of me.

"Crack-" The knife cut a white hole on the railing.

The enemy swung the dagger again, and before I could recover, there was another slash.

"Pong!" The dagger seemed to have cut something. The enemy swung the knife desperately, but no matter how he slashed or chopped, the knife would be empty. This consumed the opponent's physical strength even more. When I turned around, he was already there. Panting heavily.

Wearing such heavy armor is really not suitable for close combat.

"Come on!" I gasped and mocked him: "Aren't you good at hitting?"

"Huh... We'll see, you'll taste your own failure..." He put his hands on his knees, sweat dripping down the edge of his helmet and onto the floor.
Chapter completed!