When the dead fish-like body collapsed to the ground, Thor Eric immediately realized that something was wrong.
He didn't expect the man in white to react so quickly. While he was still in the air, he had already realized that someone was attacking him, and he could suddenly draw a gun.
Eric's left hand caught the camera held by the man in white, and he used his right hand to kill the opponent with a sleeve thorn and controlled his body to prevent him from falling to the ground and making a sound.
But the Glock 17 pistol in the man in white's right hand could no longer be freed to catch it.
As the man in white turned into a dead body, his right hand instantly lost control and fell limply toward the ground. The pistol fell toward the granite floor.
The gun will definitely make a crisp sound when it hits the ground, and it will definitely alarm the people in the room.
Eric suddenly thought and stretched out his right foot to catch the falling pistol.
The gun body hit Eric's instep without making a crisp sound. Eric breathed a long sigh of relief. The moment his nerves relaxed a little, the Glock 17 slipped from his instep...
Although the landing distance has been greatly shortened, there was still a slight knocking sound.
despair--
Eric broke out in a cold sweat.
Then, slight footsteps came from the room.
Eric quickly retracted his armband, dragged the body of the man in white to the shadows next to the corridor, quickly put on his shoes, then pulled out his pistol and ducked to the door.
Click——
There was a turning sound from the bolt in the wooden door, and the door creaked open.
"Oliver?"
A low voice of inquiry came from the door, and the tone was full of vigilance.
Good opportunity!
Eric ducked out from the door, his Glock pistol equipped with a silencer pointed at the door.
A tall figure stood in the door, staring at Eric with a pair of dead fish-like eyes, and the two faced each other.
The muzzle of the gun was almost pressed against the forehead of the man standing in the door.
But Eric was taken aback, and his hand on the trigger shook slightly.
A hand suddenly stretched out from the door and grabbed Eric's wrist. Almost at the same time, the guy standing in the door fell backwards.
Corpse!
It was just a corpse!
There were several bullet holes on his face, which were blurred by vanity, and his head felt like a rotten watermelon that had been smashed several times with a hammer. He was wearing autumn clothes and long trousers, which were stained with blood, and his coat seemed to have been stripped off.
The hand holding Eric was surprisingly strong, and it actually pulled him inside.
Eric subconsciously turned his wrist and shot directly towards the door on the right.
Almost at the same time, the hand pushed up hard, and it did not grab the gun. Instead, it pressed directly on Eric's index finger that was pressed on the trigger, and the other finger was like a flexible snake.
In an instant, the speed switch on the rear of the Glock 17 was pressed down!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——
In continuous fire mode, the Glock 17 has reached a crazy rate of fire, which is not inferior to any submachine gun!
Bullets were fired one after another, and the sound of bullets hitting the walls and tables was heard everywhere in the room. Various scraps of paper, wood and stone were flying everywhere.
A full magazine was empty in less than two seconds!
A cold light flashed out from behind the door, piercing the air and bringing out an arc of light, piercing Eric's throat!
Same sleeve tattoo!
Qiang——
In the critical moment, Eric's sleeve spurs also popped out, and the two sleeve spurs collided in the air, making a harsh dragon roar and causing sparks to fly!
Almost instantly, both sides seemed to understand who their opponents were!
Eric immediately let go and the pistol fell to the ground.
He gave up the empty Glock 17. A pistol without bullets was less effective than a wooden stick, not to mention that in this kind of duel between masters, there would be no chance to reload.
At this time, Eric had clearly seen the person behind the door - the masked man.
After letting go of the gun, Eric hooked his hand directly around the other man's neck and swung it hard, trying to smash the masked man's head directly against the wall.
Of course, the masked man was not a vegetarian. He followed the same example, hooked Eric's neck, and smashed his head against the wall.
The two of them hit the solid granite wall almost at the same time.
Eric saw the stars in the sky, and the whole world spun.
The opponents are really terrifying. They both learned the same way of close combat. They know each other very well and understand each other too well. Such two opponents are fighting for their lives. In the end, only one of them can kill a thousand enemies and lose eight to himself.
Hundred.
"you……"
Eric squatted down and tried his best to prevent himself from fainting. He looked at the masked man opposite and asked sternly: "Are you Ximen!?"
The masked man didn't answer. It was obvious that he was a little dazed from the blow just now.
Suddenly, he pulled out a Glock pistol that was collected from the dead policeman from his waist, and pointed the black muzzle at Eric.
The distance between the two was less than two meters, and Eric no longer had the gun in his hand.
The masked man moved toward Eric and pulled the trigger.
bass--
Before the bullet was fired, a sleeve spur accurately shot into the barrel of the Glock pistol!
In desperation, Eric actually pressed the mechanism of the sleeve thorn and shot the sleeve thorn directly into the barrel of the pistol.
Bang——
Almost at the same time, the pistol exploded!
The parts were scattered on the ground. Eric screamed and fell to the ground, and the masked man also wailed and covered his right hand, blood seeping from the fingers.
The warhead knocked away the sleeve spur, but the distance was too close, and the fragments hit Eric directly. Although he was wearing a soft IIIV body armor, a fragment of the sleeve spur was still embedded in his shoulder.
As for the masked man, his mouth was also torn apart by the fragments produced by the explosion, creating a gash.
When they met again, the two of them were still at fifty-fifty, and neither one took much advantage.
However, for the two top assassins who had also undergone extremely rigorous training, the pain was quickly endured. The two of them rushed forward and struggled with each other.
Continuous close combat, using elbows, knees, fingers, palms, punches, all available killing techniques.
The two of them fought from one end of the room to the other, and then from one end to the other, knocking over the table, cracking the wooden cabinets on the wall, and finally bending several iron pillars of the prisoner's iron cage.
.
A minute later, the two squatted on the ground again. You looked at me and I looked at you, like two fighting dogs in a cage, panting and staring at each other.
The masked man didn't say another word.
This makes Eric unable to make a final judgment. Is he actually Simon?
But one thing is certain, the opponent must be an assassin from the Brotherhood, and judging from his hands, he is definitely at the level of the Twelve Disciples. Ordinary assassins are not so skilled.
Both of them seemed to have returned to the time when they were training under their mentors. The endless real-life confrontations day after day. The killing techniques they learned were so similar, and they understood each other as well as themselves.