No need to ask, this free climbing enthusiast lying on the ground with a broken bellows and gasping for air is none other than Bob.
It also supports that point of view - compared to undercover agents, killers do prefer rooftops.
Wouldn't this be a car crash?
Of course, compared to the Tang Dynasty's pre-planned retreat, this one looked obviously much more embarrassed.
It's understandable, after all, he is adapting to circumstances on the spot, so he really can't ask for more. And to be fair, being able to throw away the pursuers while being pursued and intercepted, and still keeping his head clear and accurately finding the direction to break out, can also prove the strength of this top killer.
Strength and rich combat experience.
As the saying goes, we are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we meet before?
After a brief period of shock and shock, they looked at each other, and after a stalemate, Tang Chao moved his eyes away from the opponent's arm, twitching slightly at the corner of his eyes, then raised his finger to point to the north, and was the first to break the silence: "I'll go over there.
"
Bob got up from the ground, looked at Tang Chao up and down again, his eyes flashed, his mouth slightly grinned, he turned his head to signal the south and said with a smile: "I'll go over there."
It’s easier to deal with conflicting paths, “Well, bye?”
From what I hear, this seems to be a peaceful ending where everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother.
However, Tang Chao stood there, looking at the majestic figure like an iron tower that took a few big steps forward and cast a shadow, and then looked down at the latter's outstretched cattail leaf palm, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"There's no rush, it's fate that we met. Let's get to know each other briefly. Bob, Bob Vernal, codename Scorpion." Keeping the handshake, Bob had a friendly smile on his face.
Gan! Sure enough——
There is only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname. Those unusually long arms indeed look like a pair of large claws of a scorpion. What a bad fate!!!
He sighed in his heart, but on the surface, Tang Chao naturally stretched out his hand: "Peter, Peter Johnson, code name Sailor."
They shook hands, shook it a few times, and parted.
If we follow the normal communication process, then the next step should be the business exchange stage of 'nice to meet you' and 'dogs, dogs, dogs'. But the impatient Bob still lacks some patience and never blinks.
Staring at Tang Chao, his tone was playful and pretending to be confused,
"Sailors...are they the kind that ferry people back and forth on the dark river of hell?"
Naturally, the only thing people can eat in hell are ghosts. I have to say that he is quite literate, and this can all be related...
Well, this is not difficult to guess. Bob's side didn't realize it before because they didn't make contact. Now that they are directly confronting each other, there is no way to hide everything.
Tang Chao looked unmoved. He raised his eyes and looked at the tower under the night sky in the distance. It was the tallest building in the airport and the only place where he could see the top of the international terminal. He looked back and asked calmly: "I said
Don’t you believe it?”
"Don't believe it!"
"Then what else is there to say?"
"Haha!" Bob finally couldn't help laughing proudly, "Sorry, the surprise came too suddenly. I can't believe that my luck suddenly became so good!"
"Maybe it's bad luck." Tang Chao also smiled, meaningfully.
"Really?" Bob turned his neck nonchalantly, and in an instant, it clicked like a bouncing bean. Then he took out a pair of black leather fingerless boxing gloves from the pocket of his pleated jacket, and put them on slowly while grinning, showing confidence and confidence.
With a ferocious smile, "Then try it!"
"This is not a good idea..."
On the rooftop, in the night wind, I was murmuring, like advice, like a sigh——
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No warm-up, no testing.
They slightly staggered their steps forward and backward, and opened up their fists. Bob then waved his arms and took the lead in attacking.
The exaggerated wingspan instantly spanned the distance of nearly two meters between each other, and a standard boxing jab roared into the wind and hit Tang Chao's face!
Logically speaking, one should retreat this time, or at least dodge to both sides to temporarily avoid the sharp attack.
However, the Tang Dynasty's choice was exactly the opposite!
He boldly stepped forward, turned his head slightly, and his hair flew and exploded in the whistling wind. He narrowly avoided this punch that could cause a direct KO. Immediately, he cut into the middle with force, rushing through like a moth to a flame.
Within the range of those extremely long arms.
This move was obviously beyond Bob's expectation. He subconsciously swung his left elbow and was blocked. He took the opportunity to step back and distance himself, but his right fist that he had just withdrawn was pulled back, and the two sides got close again.
Also coming with him was Swift Pointer, who just poked his eyes!
From the beginning of the battle to the present, in just a short breath, it has been fast-forwarded to the point of life and death!
At the critical moment, Bob didn't care about anything else. He shrunk his neck, and his majestic figure like an iron tower suddenly shrunk a few centimeters. At the same time, he roared and waved his arms, and instantly launched a series of fierce combination punches.
Bang bang bang——
Use fast to fight fast, and use violence to fight violence!
In the narrow space, there are intertwined figures and shadows of fists. For a moment, it is impossible to tell who is attacking and who is defending. The frequency is so fast that it is almost dazzling and dizzy.
After seven or eight breaths, there was a shocking and dull sound, and the scene seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the two figures suddenly came together and then separated.
The one who flew out was Tang Chao, and the one who stayed behind was Bob.
The latter froze the impact action, stopped, and noticed something. He lowered his head and looked at the torn collar, and raised his hands to touch both sides of his neck. Under his right ear, it felt warm to the touch. When he took it away, his fingers turned dark red.
I couldn't help but be startled.
The expression on his face instantly flashed through emotions such as shock, anger, happiness, etc., but only when he was gone did he show a confident smile. He licked his dry lips and exhaled softly,
"Blitzkrieg? Ha, what a beautiful tactic! It's a pity, you could have been killed almost..."
Before he finished speaking, his clothes were fluttering, and Tang Chao, who had just been knocked out, seemed to go away and come back like a ghost, and landed directly in front of him again!
Bob stepped back and kicked up, intending to whip his legs away.
However, as soon as the calf left the ground, he was kicked on the knee and pressed down directly!
The first hand jabs, misses, the second hand swings the punch, then misses, and instantly connects with the uppercut... This time I hit, or to be precise, I was blocked. At the same time, the person was in front of me again...
It's like the scene is reappearing, and the plot is repeating itself. The difference is in the intermediate procedures, but what remains the same is the close-fitting ending.
Attack, defend, counterattack, defend, defend, defend... one step back, two steps back, step back...
"Catch, hit, hit again... too slow, too slow... you are too slow!"
"Shut up ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Fake!"
"You can speak even if I don't speak. Are you discouraged? Are you going to get beaten?"
"..."
Although there are no corner cage guardrails around, and the ground under your feet is higher in the east and lower in the west, and there is a slight slope, but generally speaking, the roof of the international terminal is very flat, and there are basically no obstacles. It can be seen as an enlarged version.
Giant boxing ring.
Logically speaking, in such a spacious venue, Bob, who is tall and has long arms, should have a lot of room to play.
However, the reality is completely opposite. Bob's roaring momentum is indeed terrifying, but from the visual effect of the scene, it is almost a one-sided crushing battle!
This situation does not mean that Bob is strong on the outside and hard on the inside, and looks arrogant and invincible, but in fact he is just a parallel import.
In fact, just from the act of carrying boxing gloves with him, we can see that this top killer who loves boxing is quite confident in his fists and close combat abilities!
This is the fact. There is nothing wrong with Bob's boxing skills. Even judging from the explosive force that he brings out in his movements, which is like dynamite, the experience and skills of professional boxers that were previously investigated should not seem to be fake.
The problem now is that every punch Bob throws, every kick he throws, and every attack he makes cannot be released to the maximum extent. Either he is intercepted midway, or his vitals are in danger and he has no choice but to return to defense. Occasionally,
He tried his best to fight back, but all fell into vain... How could he fight like this?
In less than a minute, Bob was like a crab that had just been fished out of the water and accidentally crawled into the steamer. His face was red, he was sweating profusely, and he was so suffocated that he seemed to be standing still in the next moment.
explode!
It’s not that he didn’t think about breaking the situation, Bob is not a mediocre player, and he quickly realized that the key to the problem was not only the speed difference between the two sides, but also the distance between them.
Bob, who has a strong physique and extremely long wingspan, must have a technical and tactical style of opening and closing, hitting hard and charging hard.
There is nothing wrong with this. On the contrary, it is a very smart way of playing that can maximize his physical advantages.
However, the opponent he met this time was not right. Tang Chao, who is familiar with various boxing styles at home and abroad, said that he is familiar with this style of fighting. Isn't it just a boxing style that uses the back and the front to hit long and far? He just cuts to the middle and is done.
.
Ever since, Bob became numb.
The unexpected and sacrificial impact just now didn't work anymore. Tang Chao, who was slippery, could always get out of the way and get behind him. As a result, not only was he unable to escape, but he was hit hard several times because of his excessive movements.
Being forced to do nothing, Bob even tried Jiu Jitsu, which he was not good at, with the intention of dragging Tang Chao to the ground, and then forcibly strangled him through the physical difference... How can I put it, the idea is fine, but the actual operation can't keep up, that is, the technique
Not in place.
If it weren't for his animal-like physical fitness, he could break away at the critical moment and almost get a live teaching version of the guillotine from the Tang Dynasty...
What's even more irritating is that even if he can't defeat him, Tang Chao's mouth is not forgiving. Instead of being cold and calm before the battle, he keeps mocking and complaining.
Even though Bob kept reminding himself that these were psychological offensives and off-the-chart moves, he had to stay calm and not be fooled.
But personality and temper are like this. The harder you suppress them, the more violent the rebound will be. Not to mention that Bob has a bad temper. In the end, he will inevitably roar incompetently and have a mental collapse——
"That's it?"
He turned his head to dodge the heavy punch to the face, made several feints and changed his body shape, and once again successfully deceived the defensive boxing frame. Tang Chao stepped forward with a sharp knee, and hit Bob's chest without waiting.
The latter staggered backwards, clasped his wrist calmly, pulled it back again, raised his elbow, and hit his chin with a loud bang, directly suffocating Bob's subconscious howl due to the severe pain in his ribs.
"Honestly, I doubt the value of your ninety-eighth ranking now..."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not because you are good at boxing and kicking, although you are very good at it... It's because of your fighting consciousness and habits. Do you understand?"
"But speaking of fists and kicks, I have a question I wanted to ask just now..."
Without even looking, he casually threw away everything and struck accurately on the inside of Bob's arm, instantly killing Bob with his extremely powerful swing fist. "Scorpion, the most powerful weapon, isn't the barb on its tail? Scorpion," he said.
Pincers...are not very good, are they?"
"...It's just an academic discussion, why are you so impatient? There's no need. Excessive emotions in battle will only expose your weaknesses. Look, you didn't guard against it..."
"What did you say just now? Oh, the value of ranking... Everyone knows the ranking mechanism of the top 100 list. If I guessed correctly, you should have completed many tasks, right?"
"That's right. After all, it's easy to enjoy the shade with a big tree at your back. There is a national intelligence department to provide logistics services, which will indeed make things much more convenient. However, what I want to tell you is that you can't gain real strength by cheating.
…”
Bob's guess was correct. Tang Chao's random thoughts were stimulating his psychological defense. He was not embarrassed to admit this. As long as it could tip the balance of victory or defeat in the battle, it didn't really matter what method he used.
The only person to blame is Bob himself. He exposed his character weaknesses so obviously and even wrote them in public documents. Who gave him the confidence and courage?
But saying this does not mean that Tang Chao is completely careless. He really thinks that the other party is quite good. Of course, this food is measured from the perspective of the top 100 list. If he is a professional killer, then the other party is undoubtedly still
Professional and excellent.
But this level of professionalism and excellence is naturally not enough when faced with old silver coins from the Tang Dynasty that have been on the list for two generations.
And just when the battle situation began to evolve into an endless trend of how long one side could deliver a fatal blow and how long the other side could resist the beating, suddenly, a beam of blazing white light cut through the night and shrouded the head!
Of course, this will not mean that God is angry and the holy light descends from heaven to judge these two sins with blood on their hands.
This height can only be seen from the tower, the tallest building in the airport.
There is no need to complain about the response speed of the airport staff. In fact, the two of them have only been fighting for a few minutes. The abnormality was discovered in such a short period of time. This efficiency is really not slow.
Well, these are not important, the important thing is——
Suddenly from darkness to light, in an instant, both Tang Chao and Bob saw a vast expanse of white, unable to see anything, just like a blind man.
Chance!
Almost at the same time, the two responded instantly.
With a roar, Bob's face was covered with blood and ferociousness. He stretched out his arms as much as possible, stood up from the ground, and hugged forward in a movement similar to that of an eagle catching a chicken!
In the Tang Dynasty, he stepped forward, turned sideways, waved his arms, and cut across with his knife——
With a loud bang, the two figures collided hard and fell to the ground, rolling like a gourd on the ground. They rolled along the east-high and west-low slopes of the roof for more than ten feet, until they hit the cement on the edge of the rooftop with a bang.
Low wall!
The scene fell silent for a moment.
After more than ten breaths, "Cough, cough..." A slender figure broke free from the restraints of his increasingly weak arms, coughed, and stood up unsteadily from the ground.
It's the Tang Dynasty.
Lowering his head, Bob was lying on his back on the floor, his neck was irregularly sunken and twisted, and he was vomiting dark red blood as if for free, but he did not die immediately.
Staring up with bloodshot eyes,
"Giggle... I... snore... I'm in hell... waiting for you!"