The gunshots rang out in succession, and the constant screams before death made Chalmers feel a pang of pain in his heart.
He did not expect that each of these killers was so strong. In fact, their strength was only higher than that of the FBI on his side. Although they had an advantage in numbers, what else could they do?
What's the use? What's more, in this case, Chalmers' numerical advantage is already a joke.
Three people, six people, nine people, in a blink of an eye, the strength of both sides was equal. No one on the other side died, and most of them were lost on their side.
"Boss, retreat! If this continues, none of us can escape!" Carlo said urgently.
Chalmers raised his hand and fired two shots, then retreated. After he returned, he could never continue to work as an FBI. How could he be worthy of the country if he lost so many troops and generals? Come on, maybe he would die now. What should he do? Check
Moss now began to regret why he had to compete with Zhao Qiang.
"Bang……"
There was another gunshot, and another one of his comrades fell. Chalmers felt a sense of pain in his heart, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Evacuate!" The FBI members were relieved, and they all fled slowly.
…
What is an agent? In front of national leaders, agents are bodyguards. When performing tasks outside, agents are killers. When investigations need to be carried out slowly, agents are actors. And the most important thing is that they must be patient and
They have the skills to hide themselves. As agents, Zhao Qiang and Lang Yixin, who are the most outstanding, are naturally not to mention. Both of them have been in "Breaking Dawn", performing tasks outside and fighting against senior foreign officials such as the U.S. Navy SEALs.
Special forces sometimes lie down for a whole day without being able to move. It is even more difficult to hide like this.
The two got out of the car at the edge of the shantytown, and then sneaked all the way to the source of the gunfire. Because the walls of the shantytown were not high, the two of them were like martial arts masters in martial arts novels, flying in the air.
It rose and fell, and finally stopped at a place not far from the sound of gunfire.
When they arrived here, the gunfire had gradually subsided. Zhao Qiang stuck to the corner, shook his head, and sighed: "It seems that we arrived too late and didn't see the good show."
"This is better. I haven't killed anyone for a long time." Lang Yixin said coldly, pulling out a dagger with bursts of silver light from his waist.
Zhao Qiang rolled his eyes and said depressedly: "There are more than ten people and more than ten guns. We are not so good that we can dodge so many bullets. We are not supermen."
"We have guns." Lang Yixin picked up a gun from the ground. There was a black man lying straight on the ground next to him. Obviously, this guy was also a member of the FBI who was killed.
"You used one gun against ten of them?"
"not enough?"
"...it seems like it's not enough."
"I know."
"..."
"I'll cover, you rush out!" Lang Yixin looked out cautiously. The gunfire stopped, and the dozen or so killers had all gathered together. "If you get into their crowd, they won't have a chance to shoot with their guns."
." After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Qiang to say anything else, he jumped up, climbed over the wall beside him, raised his hand and fired two shots.
"Bang...bang..."
These two shots naturally attracted the attention of these killers. Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth and cursed Lang Yixin in his heart, but his body also jumped up and rushed out.
"There are people here!" a foreigner shouted in English and fired a shot in the direction of Zhao Qiang.
But it was already too late. When he shouted, Zhao Qiang had already disappeared. Then, in the dark night, a ray of light flashed away, very dazzling. Then, Zhao Qiang stood in front of the killer with a playful smile.
, but there was a sharp dagger stuck in the killer's stomach. Blood immediately poured out, and the foreign killer also fell to the ground amidst the heavy breathing of the killers around him.
Without waiting for others to make another move, Zhao Qiang rushed directly into the crowd and kicked the foreigner killer who was closest to him. Zhao Qiang stood with these killers, and more than ten people surrounded him and beat him. Although
It is said that Zhao Qiang was able to survive unscathed among the crowd with his strong martial arts, and sometimes he was able to knock down a few people. However, these people were all masters. Over time, Zhao Qiang would definitely fall behind and be swallowed up by this group of people.
Zhao Qiang was throwing out all his fists and kicks while shouting, "Damn you demon, why don't you do it, I'm here to kill, not to be killed!"
When Lang Yixin heard Zhao Qiang's name, he twitched his lips, as if he wanted to get angry, but now it seemed that it was really not the time. Lang Yixin was also a little worried that Zhao Qiang would suffer, and then he climbed over the wall and rushed out. Lang Yixin's figure
Like a ghost, before a killer could recover, the dagger had already cut his throat.
Lang Yixin was dressed in white and looked very abrupt in the dark night. After Lang Yixin killed one person, four people surrounded him to fight against Lang Yixin. At this time, Zhao Qiang's pressure was also greatly reduced. After finding a gap
Finally, Zhao Qiang did two backflips to avoid the attacks of the remaining five people on Zhao Qiang. At the same time, he retreated to the side of the first person Zhao Qiang killed and pulled out the dagger inserted in his stomach. With a sharp blade in his hand, Zhao Qiang
It will also be more relaxed.
Zhao Qiang looked at the kung fu of the five people in front of him, and all of them were Chinese kung fu. As soon as he saw foreigners using Chinese kung fu to deal with the Chinese, Zhao Qiang felt very unhappy. Holding the dagger in one hand, he rushed in again
Zhao Qiang's killing method was exactly the same as that of Lang Yixin, who ended the fight by slitting the throat. The throat is the same as the heart, and can be solved with one knife. Compared with the heart, the throat is easier to kill.
Be more aggressive. If any of these five people moves even half a beat slower, Zhao Qiang's daggers will follow. And the killer can only fall to the ground, cover his neck and kick his legs.
…
Outside there was a massacre without any suspense, but inside the room, there were two people sitting. On the fire bed of this small shabby room, the Marquis savored the foreign wine and chuckled: "Your Majesty, if you give me this gift every time,
I brought you such good wine, I really want this mission to end slowly."
"He has already come to the door, and all your men are dead." The Duke said calmly, as if he was talking about a weasel that killed a nest of chickens.
"They are just some trash fish. They will die if they die." The Marquis sneered. "My lord, what kind of person do you think this Zhao Qiang is?"
"A person who can preserve his sanity at any time." The Duke sighed, paused, and said, "A very philanthropic madman."
"Sane...or crazy?" The Marquis showed a slight difference. He shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, can you be more detailed?"
"Dragons have reverse scales, and people have bottom lines. His bottom line is his woman. If anyone touches his woman, he will have to accept the price of his madness." The Duke glanced at the Marquis and continued:
"Now, we have touched his bottom line, so he has killed everyone outside. I'm afraid your next target will be you."
"Interesting! But the strength of these two people really surprised me! Haha, I couldn't help but take action." The Marquis smiled, and a fighting spirit suddenly emerged in his heart, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Duke
Sir, you know quite a lot! It seems that you have put a lot of effort into this Zhao Qiang!"
"The emperor told me."
"The emperor knows Zhao Qiang?" the Marquis said in surprise. What is the origin of this Zhao Qiang...
"I don't know you, but...hehe..."
"..." The Marquis stopped talking. Since the Duke did not continue, it means there are some secrets involved, secrets that he is not qualified to know yet!
"Let's go! This is China, and the protagonists are here. I'm afraid it won't be good if we guests don't greet you. And... we want to leave here, and this is the only way out. I don't have the habit of drilling through windows." The Duke pointed out.
He pointed to the door outside and said.
"Okay!" The Marquis smiled, nodded, and walked out.
…
Lang Yixin pointed to the corpse at his feet and said, "I killed five people."
Zhao Qiang curled his lips and said very proudly: "I killed six!"
"You made the move before me." Lang Yixin frowned, looking very dissatisfied.
"You were the one who shot first!"
"I didn't hit them."
"That's because your shooting skills are not good."
"..."
"Haha, an important person has appeared." The two were quarreling when a middle-aged man and an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties came out together.
The middle-aged man held a dagger in his hand, rubbed his nails gently, and asked with a smile: "I think this is Zhao Qiang who is giving us a lot of headaches?"
"It's my honor to give you a headache." Zhao Qiang raised his eyebrows and said with a playful smile. "This is my brother next to me. His name is...well...you don't need to know."
"..."
"What? You're not going to introduce yourselves?" Zhao Qiang asked with a smile. "I see how awesome you two are, you should have a high position in that bullshit killer organization?"
"Bullshit killer organization? Hahahahahahaha...Zhao Qiang, you are so interesting. I don't believe that sooner or later, you will regret what you said today." The old man suddenly laughed.
"I really don't believe it." Although Zhao Qiang was a little surprised as to why the old man was laughing, he shook his head.
The middle-aged man glanced at the old man in a daze, then pointed to the corpse on the ground and said to Zhao Qiang: "I am the leader of these people. Who am I?"