The masked man still acted like a mute, except for breathing, and did not answer Eric's questions.
Eric really seemed to rush up and tear off the other person's mask to see if the face underneath was his best brother, Simon, who had been with him like a brother for many years.
He had heard a few short conversations before, and from the voice, Eric could almost conclude that it was Simon.
The two grew up together, received the most rigorous training under Seranders, and were adopted as adopted sons by Seranders, the former president of the Holy Cross Brotherhood. Although they are not biological children, they are brothers and sisters.
If it were Simon, Eric would not hesitate to rush up to his brother and give him a hug, but also ask him why he didn't come to him since he was not dead?
He witnessed with his own eyes the process of Ximen falling into the river on the Moscow Bridge.
At that time, Ximen was shot by members of the Mafi. He was shot and fell into the river. He smashed through a thin layer of ice and disappeared into the water. In a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, he had no chance of surviving.
Unless it's a miracle.
Their eyes fell on the ground at the same time, and they understood each other's intentions instantly.
There are two guns on the ground, one and a half guns to be precise.
A Glock 17 that is intact but has no bullets, and a Glock 17 that is exploded but still has bullets in the magazine. They are the same model and the bullets are compatible.
Two guns are almost lying in the same place, and whoever gets it first will win.
In the flash of lightning, the two of them pounced on each other like cheetahs.
Before rushing forward, the masked man raised his hand and shot the sleeve thorn in Eric's sleeve.
Eric's sleeve tattoo had been used just now, and at this time, the cuff was already empty.
The masked man calculated carefully and shot out the sleeve spikes. Eric had no power to fight back and could only dodge. The two men's abilities were almost the same, their strength and speed were almost the same. If one dodges, the other would definitely show off!
What surprised the masked man was that Eric managed not to dodge, as if he didn't see the sleeve spike shot towards his chest, and he pounced directly on the pistol on the ground.
There was only a slight hesitation, and firing the sleeve spikes actually delayed the masked man's movements by a few tenths of a second.
A few tenths of a second is enough to determine life or death in a battle between masters.
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Under the astonished gaze of the masked man, Eric received a stab in his chest, grabbed two pistols before the masked man, and completed the entire action of unloading and loading the magazine with both hands in an instant.
The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the masked man's forehead.
The shot sleeve thorn directly hit Eric's left chest. It did not pierce the body, but fell to the ground with a clang.
Body armor!
The masked man was shocked and realized that he had made a fatal mistake.
Eric was acting as a bodyguard tonight and was wearing a soft body armor. Although it was not very effective against some automatic rifles, it was more than enough to deal with the sleeve spikes shot out by the delicate cuff mechanism.
"you lose!"
Eric looked at the masked man and said coldly: "Who are you? Which one of the Twelve Apostles?"
The masked man snorted coldly, slowly stretched out his hand towards his face, grabbed the edge of the mask, and slowly lifted it upwards...
Eric's heart gradually accelerated, and he could hear his own heartbeat starting to beat wildly.
The mystery was about to be solved, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear.
It's like opening a box, as if there is a poisonous snake inside, and it will suddenly jump out and give you a fatal bite.
The masked man's true appearance appeared in front of Eric little by little, including pale skin, lips as thin as blades, and gray eyes with infinite murderous intent.
"Simon!"
Eric exclaimed.
The person in front of me was none other than my brother who had been betrayed by others on an assassination mission with him in Moscow. In the end, he was trapped on a bridge and shot to death after falling into the river - Ximen!
Compared to Simon before, Eric seemed to feel an unprecedented strangeness.
Yes, the person in front of me is Ximen, but...
But it’s not the original Simon.
His face was full of violence, and the hatred and anger in his eyes were completely different from the care and warmth in his eyes when he faced him before.
Eric shuddered and lowered the muzzle of his gun.
With just a moment of distraction, Ximen's head swung to the right like lightning, and his hands were as fast as lightning, and he chopped directly on the wrist of Eric, the God of Thunder, in a perfect move to seize the gun.
The Glock 17 was in Ximen's hands like magic in the blink of an eye.
Simon stood up slowly with the gun in hand, the muzzle never leaving Eric's head.
Eric raised his head. He did not hide or resist, but fixedly looked at the brother in front of him - Simon, the saint among the Twelve Apostles.
"elder brother……"
Eric licked his dry lips, and as soon as he said two words, he received a heavy kick on the face.
This kick directly knocked Eric out of his mind. He fell to the right, and his head hit the ground with a bang.
The huge impact made Eric almost faint, and the right side of his head was bleeding.
He struggled to get up from the ground. As soon as he propped himself up, Ximen kicked him again in the stomach, knocking him over several times and lying directly on the ground.
"John." Simon called out Eric's holy name among the Twelve Apostles, "You are still so emotional. As an assassin, you are really a bad person."
Eric propped up his body, retched a few times, and spit out a few mouthfuls of liquid mixed with blood and gastric juice.
"Brother...I am your brother, why do you..."
Snapped--
Another kick, and Eric was kicked out like a broken sack. This time he hit the wall directly before stopping.
He felt like all the bones in his body were falling apart, and his lungs hurt even when he took a breath.
If he hadn't been wearing a soft body armor, the kick just now would have broken his ribs.
He still didn't understand why Ximen had to deal a heavy blow to him. After escaping from death, the brothers reunited. According to the script, shouldn't this be the right time for him to hold his head and cry?
What happened to Simon?
"Brother, what happened... I was very happy to see you. Why did you do this to me?"
Eric's eyeballs were filled with bloodshot eyes. He tried to take a breath and calm down the rolling feeling of vomiting. He looked at the expressionless Simon and asked loudly.
"Why? Hahahaha!" Ximen suddenly laughed, "It's so funny, you actually asked me why? You shameless and despicable villain, you still have the nerve to ask me why!?"
"I thought you died in Moscow..." Eric said: "I saw you fall into the river with my own eyes... I kept looking for opportunities to avenge you, and chased to Africa and killed Vera...
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"Yes, I know, I know everything." Ximen looked at the younger brother in front of him who he was once familiar with, "It's wonderful to kill people and silence them."