Cao Bin was lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Apart from that, the room was a bit eerily quiet. Hansen slowly leaned down and put his ear to the ground, hoping to judge from the sounds on the ground who was lurking in the dark.
master.
This is an out-and-out powerful figure. Although Hansen has almost forgotten the bloodshed experience in his youth over the years, when the time of danger comes, the keenness deep in his bones still tells him that the person facing him is different from his heyday.
A top-notch figure.
The flying knife inserted into the wall illustrates the opponent's strength. Judging from the depth it penetrated into the wall, his arm strength is amazing.
After listening to the ground like a hound for a long time, he had a look of disappointment on his face. There was no sound of footsteps at all. Since he was a master, even if there was any movement, he would not leave such obvious clues.
Hansen felt that he could not sit still and wait for death. He looked at the chair not far away, which could be used as a temporary cover. He had to find the opponent's position as soon as possible. Only by breaking the balance of light and darkness could he find an opportunity.
Hansen estimated the distance, raised his hand and fired two bullets into the air. Then he used the momentum to roll and hide under the chair. At the same time, he reached out and quickly lowered the chair to block his body. Hansen was at this moment.
As if he had bone-shrinking skills, the tall man, who was over 1.9 meters tall, was actually blocked by the chair surface.
"XX!" Hansen cursed in French. He felt a stinging sensation in his calf. A flying knife was inserted into his calf, which was dripping with blood. He quickly reached out and pulled out the throwing knife. If it was a flying knife,
If poison or anesthetic is applied to it, it's over.
Fortunately, his opponent was not so ruthless. The flying knife poked a bloody hole. Hansen took out a handkerchief from his pocket and bandaged the artery. Although it could not stop the bleeding, it could reduce the volume and speed of the bleeding.
After waiting for a few more minutes, the bleeding from the leg wound slowed down, but the opponent still did not appear. Hansen said angrily: "Who is it? Come out if you have the ability. I will challenge you to a duel. Sneaky, what the heck?"
A hero?"
Cao Bin was lying on the ground. Hearing what Hansen said, even though his mouth had been smashed by him, he couldn't help but chuckle in his throat, "Hansen... I didn't expect you... to be in such an embarrassing situation."
one day."
Hansen naturally didn't care about Cao Bin. He focused all his attention on unknown places, and his brain was thinking about how to get out of the current predicament.
Suddenly, the corner of Hansen's mouth moved. He thought of a plan, jumped up, and rolled to Cao Bin's side. He grabbed Cao Bin with one hand and aimed his gun at an open place. At this time, Hansen showed an experienced man.
As a special agent, he bent his whole body and pushed Cao Bin in front of him, making him a target.
Just now when Hansen shot Cao Bin, his opponent took out a knife, which meant that the opponent wanted to save Cao Bin's life. So Hansen thought of taking Cao Bin as a hostage.
Cao Bin showed anger on his face and cursed vaguely: "Hansen, you are a fucking coward!"
Hansen sneered and said: "Who doesn't want to live well? Shut up, or I will smash your mouth." Especially Cao Bin's mouth, which had been smashed long ago, was covered in blood.
Hansen slowly moved outside. The enemy lurking in the dark also remained calm. As he expected, the enemy wanted to save Cao Bin's life.
His eyes fell on the vehicle not far away. As long as he could get on the vehicle, the temporary crisis would be resolved.
Cao Bin was controlled by Hansen like a dead dog. At this moment, he hoped to die together with Hansen, because then Hansen would not harm his daughter. Unfortunately, he did not even have the strength to move his fingers at this moment, so
He could only say loudly: "Kill me, kill me."
Hansen sneered beside him, "Don't worry, I will deal with you immediately when we get to a safe place."
Finally, Hansen came to the car and opened the door smoothly. At this time, a gust of cold wind came out from the other side of the car.
Hansen felt a chill in his heart, realizing that his opponent was using the car as a cover. In other words, his opponent had already calculated that he wanted to get into the car, so he was waiting here.
Hansen had to push Cao Bin away, because at this moment the hostage had become a burden. He took a closer look and finally saw clearly the appearance of his opponent. He had a Chinese character face, two sword-shaped eyebrows flying across the sky, a figure not much shorter than himself, and a burly body.
, his movements are nimble and his momentum is like that of a tiger descending a mountain.
Boom, his opponent hit him with an iron fist. Hansen barely dodged it, and his fist made a deep dent in the car door.
"XX, this is completely a humanoid tank!" Hansen realized that even at his peak, if he competed with his opponent, the winning rate would probably be no more than 30%, so he could only choose to dodge and defend.
Whoosh, another punch, because the speed was too fast, it even made an explosion in the air. Hansen could only rely on physical sensation, raised the gun in his right hand, and aimed at the opponent, but before he had time to pull the trigger, a heartbreaking pain came from the tiger's mouth.
Suddenly, the pistol was knocked away and fell several meters away.
Hansen had an injury on his leg and was definitely not as agile as his opponent, so he knew he had to fight back, otherwise he would only be pressed harder by his opponent and eventually become a trapped beast.
Hansen is a boxing master. He can judge the route of his opponent's punch by relying on the sound of wind. He was about to throw a combination of punches. However, a sharp pain suddenly came from his waist, disrupting his rhythm. The humanoid tank kicked him horizontally.
There was no time to stop him, and the kick broke several of his ribs.
Hansen's fighting skills, which he was originally proud of, found that he had no chance to fight back under the continuous attacks from the opponent. The opponent's fists fell on Hansen's body like raindrops. He always boasted of his excellent defense, but at this moment
He can only reluctantly protect his vital position, and then retreat to remove the power of the opponent's bombardment on him.
Finally, Hansen found an opportunity. He squatted and defended in a weird posture, just waiting for the opportunity to appear. A flash of light flashed out, and his opponent let out a sigh and took two steps back. Hansen realized that because he was beaten too hard,
He didn't have the power to pursue, so his counterattack could only have a general effect. He smiled bitterly and took two steps back, holding the pogo knife and maintaining a defensive posture.
This pogo knife has been with Hansen for many years and has saved him many times in critical situations. It is usually tied to his trousers.
"Who are you?" Hansen spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground. His handsome face, which was originally sharp and angular, had been beaten out of shape. It was not much better than Cao Bin lying on the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed from alert to surprise, and then to anger.
A person stood up next to one of the Chinese masters. Hansen knew him. It was Fang Zhicheng.
"You don't need to know his name, because he is my shadow. If you want to be resentful, then resent me." Fang Zhicheng said calmly.
The series of scenes just now made Fang Zhicheng feel excited. He had never seen Meng Hu actually take action, because Meng Hu had blocked a lot of trouble for him before without knowing it, or his opponent was too weak, but today
Meng Hu opened his eyes. Hansen must be a master, but Meng Hu beat him until he couldn't lift his head for more than ten minutes. Fang Zhicheng also had an idea in his mind. Keeping Meng Hu by his side would at least increase his sense of security.
Fang Zhicheng glanced at Cao Bin who was lying on the ground, and walked slowly to his side. Although Cao Bin couldn't move and was covered with injuries, his brain was still very clear. Fang Zhicheng was following him. If he hadn't been with him
The masters he brought with him appeared, and I am afraid that I have now become a dead soul under Hansen's gun.
What should I say to Fang Zhicheng? Should I thank him for saving my life?
While he was thinking wildly, Fang Zhicheng slapped Cao Bin hard and said contemptuously: "I hate traitors and traitors the most in my life. But you, like me, have yellow skin and dark eyes, and are our compatriots, so you will die."
You can only die under the laws of the country, not at the hands of foreigners."
Cao Bin's face was numb, so he didn't feel any pain, but he didn't know if it was a physiological reaction. At this moment, his tear ducts were wide open and the tears couldn't help falling. He regretted that he had embarked on this road of no return. If he had known that
An outcome, I would never have chosen this path at that time.
By talking, Hansen got a chance to breathe and regain a lot of his physical strength. He tried to move his injured leg. With his superhuman willpower, he should be able to find a chance to escape. He fought back just now.
At that time, he probably stabbed his opponent, so his opponent did not pursue him.
Meng Hu's eyes always stayed on Hansen, like a bloodthirsty beast. Hansen licked the wound at the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but his face twitched violently for a while. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and the knife flew away.
He came out and ran straight in the direction of Fang Zhicheng.
Meng Hu snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and threw it, silver light flashed, and the flying knife hit the jumping knife flying in the air, missing the trajectory of the jumping knife.
However, with the help of these few seconds, Hansen had already rolled to the driver's seat of the car, where the car key was originally. He quickly started the car. As long as he had ten seconds, he could escape from the scene.
As an agent, as long as he can be given a short respite, he will be given a chance to be reborn.
Meng Hu roared and ran towards the car. Then he raised his fist and slammed the passenger window. The window was made of tempered glass, but under his iron fist, it became more fragile than tofu and shattered.
Cracked into slag.
Then, he punched Hansen again, as if his arm could be extended, and hit Hansen's right cheek directly. Hansen never expected that Meng Hu was so powerful, and his last consciousness was that half of his face bones must have been damaged by that fist.
Broken.
Hansen shook his body and finally lost consciousness. His head fell on the horn button of the steering wheel, and the car began to whine.
Even so, Meng Hu still couldn't let down his guard. He walked carefully to the driver's seat and slowly opened the door. Without the support of the door, Hansen's whole body rolled down like mud. Meng Hu still felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
A hooking knee struck down, hitting Hansen's spine.
Hansen had completely lost consciousness, but his body still instinctively twitched strangely for a while.
Fang Zhicheng seemed to be even more tired than Meng Hu. He touched the sweat on his forehead and asked in a low voice: "Is it over?"
Meng Hu shook his head and said, "It won't be truly over until I tie him up."
Fang Zhicheng watched Meng Hu use military ropes to tie Hansen, who was as unconscious as a dog, into a rice dumpling. He couldn't help sighing: "He was beaten really badly!"