The bag was clean on the inside and bloody on the outside. Then he used the wrapped hand to hold the handle of the crutch again and pulled out the 'sword' with force.
The strong man's body stiffened for a moment, and then he fell to the ground.
He Ao took two steps back and walked back to where he originally stood.
The bright red blood flows down the silver sword body, leaving little by little, leaving only a cold radiance.
This sword is non-bloody.
When Reggie had no hope of curing his leg, he found a 'blacksmith' in the underground world and used all the money he saved to make this sword and hide it in his crutch. This is what He Ao did after returning home and getting the crutch.
The reason why I never leave my crutches.
In fact, this 'sword' cannot be accurately said to be a 'sword' in the strict sense. It has edges on both sides, is thick at the top and pointed at the bottom, and is not long. It looks like a dagger and a 'thorn'
.
In use, the effect of vertical stabbing is better than horizontal cutting.
Of course, both Heao and Reggit called it 'sword'.
Compared to firearms and machinery, cold weapons can bring a greater sense of security to Regit, who has practiced martial arts all his life.
When the blood on the sword dried, He Ao wiped the hilt clean with the cloth in his hand, and inserted the blade back into the 'crutch body' that was standing on the ground.
There was a crisp sound when the buckle on the sword hilt caught with the depression of the crutch body.
This turned back into an ordinary-looking wooden crutch.
He Ao knelt down, picked up the cigarette butts he had just thrown on the ground, and threw them into the trash can next to him.
Then he walked to the strong man with a cane, took out a twenty-dollar federal coin from his pocket, and threw it casually.
This is money to buy bullets.
Wushu is a killing skill. When you really want to kill the opponent, be quick, accurate, ruthless, and fatal with one move.
Any delay will give the opponent an opportunity to kill you.
He Ao walked out of the alley with his cane over the corpses on the ground.
He always fought back when the opponent was preparing to kill him with a gun.
In Yi Jiali's words, according to Chenxi's laws, it can be regarded as legitimate defense, but there are just a lot of people defending.
He lit a cigarette again, held it in his mouth, and closed his clothes.
Although he tried his best to avoid it, there was still some blood splattered on his body, but it was not obvious.
The afternoon sunlight shone on his old cheeks, slowly elongating his back.
These killers arranged by Naja must be dealt with, otherwise they will affect his subsequent actions.
Tick-tock——
The phone rang rapidly again, and He Ao answered the call.
"Old sir, Nadja's current location information has been sent to you via text message," Christos's voice came from the other end of the phone, "We will update his location changes in real time. I can take the liberty to ask,
Why do you need his information?"
"It's just an old man's revenge."
He Ao clicked on the bracelet and clicked on the picture just taken from the video. The picture showed the scene of Nadja following the mayor into the reception room.
And He Ao's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man wearing glasses in the corner who slowly opened the door.
In fact, Ridgit was not very familiar with this person, but this person remained in his memory forever.
Twenty-four years ago, this was the man who secretly fired a cold gun from behind and broke Ridgit's calf.
After the incident that year, he immediately fled the gang and disappeared without a trace. For a long time, Regit thought he had left Chenxi City.
All the stories are back to the starting point.
"Sorry," Christos said immediately, realizing that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, "is there anything else I can help you with?"
Hearing these words, He Ao turned his eyes to the side. It was another alley. Some dirty small tents were set up in the alley. Several dirty children were hiding behind the tents and watching him cautiously.
The sound of gunshots just now did not disturb them, they had long been accustomed to it.
Unconsciously, he walked to the Aston area again.
——
The slender driver wearing glasses opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
Outside the car door, a young man stared at the driver with his eyes wide open. Blood spilled from his chest and his eyes were wide open.
This is the young man who went to He Ao's house to steal something in the morning.
The driver slowly closed the door, blocking the view outside the door.
"I'll go over and take a look right away,"
The dignified old man sitting in the back seat hung up the communication. He looked at the driver in front and said, "Go to the research institute."
"good."
The driver nodded slightly and started to turn the steering wheel.
"Has that old guy arranged someone there?"
the old man asked softly.
"We have arranged five experienced killers with blood on their hands, as well as the new F-class 'angry man' who has joined us."
The driver replied slowly, "That old guy was only F-level when he was young and at his peak. He should be absolutely foolproof this time."
"It seems like you don't need to take action. I really want to see what his expression looks like when he sees you standing with me."
A smile appeared on the old man's face, "It's a pity that he is always a loser. Even if he can stir up public opinion and threaten the mayor, in the final analysis, he is just a loser with nothing."
The driver didn't answer. He was just getting paid to do things.
"You have been with me for so many years,"
The old man sitting in the back row slowly raised his hand, and a small silver square box appeared from his palm. An opening was opened on the lid of the box, revealing a corner of the folded parchment inside.
"I have already obtained what you want. After this incident, it will be yours."
The driver looked up through the rearview mirror and saw the silver box in the old man's hand. Then he looked away and said nothing.
I just held the steering wheel a little tighter.
Nadja took back the box and put it in his coat with a smile on his face.
It was a condescending smile that belonged to the 'controller'.
The vehicle stopped at a traffic light.
A double-decker bus also slowly stopped next to the black car.
The silver-haired old man held a cane, opened the car window, and glanced at the black car below.
Nadja, who was sitting in the car, was moved. He opened the window and looked up, but he only saw the closed bus window.
Then the traffic light changed and the vehicle moved forward.
"Brother, I see you keep staring at this car. Why? What's the matter?"
As soon as He Ao closed the car window, a confused greeting came from beside him.
It came from an old man in his fifties sitting next to him.
"An old friend of mine was sitting in that car. We have been classmates since middle school. He is not far from death now."
He Ao said casually.
"Is he seriously ill? No wonder you care so much about that car." The old man sighed, "After all, we have been friends for so many years."
"Yes," He Aola opened the window and looked at the black car that gradually distanced itself from the bus, "those are my brothers and sisters. We are all concerned about each other's life and death."
