His arm hurt, and the gun in Locke's hand flew out and fell far away on the grass.
Locke lost his gun and immediately waved the palm with the poison ring on it.
Leng Zimo ducked back, and Locke stood up, threw him under him, punched him down, and stabbed Leng Zimo's throat with his fangs flashing with cold light.
Raising his hand, Leng Zimo grabbed his wrist tightly and stabbed him with his backhand.
puff!
A foot-long gash was suddenly cut into the shirt on Locke's body, the skin and flesh were opened, and blood spurted out.
Feeling pain in his body, Locke frowned more and more. He raised his hand and grabbed Leng Zimo's palm holding the knife. He pressed down his right hand hard and pushed his fangs closer to Leng Zimo's face.
Leng Zimo was also exerting force, inserting the tip of the knife into his throat little by little.
Behind the bushes, Leng Zirui had already pressed the bodyguard on his body and twisted his legs hard.
The bodyguard had been shot twice and was weak. No matter where his opponent was, his neck was immediately broken by him and he fell to the ground helplessly.
Leng Zirui pushed his body away, took the gun from his hand, stood up and jumped out of the bushes.
At this time, Leng Zimo and Locke's strength had also reached its limit, and they were unable to resist each other, and at the same time they turned their heads to dodge.
With a muffled sound, Locke's fist hit the grass hard, and Leng Zimo's dagger had also scratched Locke's face, leaving another scar on his already stained face.
Neither of the two took advantage, and they were restraining each other. They just struggled on the ground.
"Locke!" Leng Zirui strode over. He held the gun in his hand but did not dare to shoot easily for fear of accidentally injuring Leng Zimo. He just shouted, "Stop now, or I will shoot."
Locke was not willing to listen. He knew that in this situation, if he stopped, he would be dead. He just continued to fight with Leng Zimo with all his strength.
Leng Zimo also refused to withdraw from the battle. He knew Leng Zirui and their procedures. If he stopped at this time, Leng Zirui would never kill Locke.
He will capture Locke and hand him over to the police, and then there will be an interrogation and a court session... After a series of bullshit procedures, Locke will still be alive in the end. Even if he has sufficient evidence, the most he will be is life imprisonment, because of Italian law
There is no death penalty in China.
Leng Zimo would not be satisfied with such a result.
Locke must die!
Leng Zirui looked helpless at Leng Zimo's look.
This guy Locke is ruthless and perverted enough.
In order to get a chance to be free, Locke suddenly used force and pulled Leng Zimo's hand holding the knife towards him.
With a pop, the dagger penetrated Locke's shoulder.
Leng Zimo's original strength was all on this dagger, but Locke's strength suddenly relaxed. His whole body was also under inertia, and his upper body rushed towards the ground.
Taking this opportunity, Locke used all his strength to force him down, and his right hand with the ring on it came over and pressed against his neck.
"If you don't want to die, you'd better not move."
"Locke!"
Leng Zirui raised his hand and pointed the gun at the back of his head.
"Ha..." Locke laughed loudly, "Leng Zirui, I know your marksmanship is very good and your shooting speed is very fast, but my fangs are very sharp and can easily penetrate with just a little bit of strength."
Through the skin and flesh, this is the venom of the king cobra. It has been concentrated. Just a little bit can kill someone. There is no serum on this island. It takes at least two hours to fly from here to Rome. He can't hold on for that long."
