In terms of personnel, weapons and equipment, both sides are in an unequal situation.
There is no doubt that this is an unfair battle for Murong Fei and Du. But war is never fair. If both sides were really in a fair situation, then the battle would not happen.
Although Murong Fei and Du's individual combat capabilities are not weak, those outside are not bad either. This is a losing battle. Unless reinforcements are sent from the sky, they have basically no chance of winning.
However, even so, Murong Fei had no intention of giving up. If they fight, they may lose or die; but if they don't fight, they will definitely die!
Derrick may be able to survive for a while, but they will definitely be killed on the spot; of course, the prerequisite for Derrick to survive for a while is that he can bite the secret of the formula.
"We are in big trouble this time."
Murong Fei lowered his voice and said to Du: "Go and wake up Derrick. I'll stop them at the door in a while, and you two jump out of the window."
Du nodded and walked to the bed, woke up Derrick, who was still sleeping soundly, and said, "Get up quickly, we are ready to leave."
"It's daylight?" Derrick asked drowsily.
"It's not bright!" Du said angrily: "It's not bright yet, but the people who want to kill us are here! If you don't want to be captured again and tortured to ask about the whereabouts of the formula in your hand, get up immediately. Their method
It will be much crueler than when you were imprisoned in the Black Snake Prison. They will pluck out your nails one by one, and then chop off your fingers and toes one by one..."
Derrick, who was still dazed and a little angry when he woke up, suddenly woke up and asked Du: "Then, what should we do now?"
"After a while, Wu Chang will stop them at the door of the room to buy us time, and the two of us will jump out of the window."
Du prepared the Molotov cocktails that Murong Fei had prepared in advance to prepare for the subsequent breakout.
"Jump, jump down?" Derrick shook his head and said, "Are you crazy? This is the third floor!"
"I know this is the third floor." Du nodded and replied: "If you jump from the third floor and land correctly, there will be no problem except for getting some dirt on your body; even if you are untrained,
It's just a few broken bones, but if you stay in the room, you will die in the end, and before you die, you will definitely experience the most cruel torture methods in the world. They are all interrogators and
Masters of anti-interrogation, they don’t care about bullshit international courts or the constraints of the United Nations. Those treaties are nothing to them! They are mercenaries, and mercenaries only care about money, not rules. As long as you
The money given was more than that of his original employer, and he could even immediately turn his gun and kill his original employer."
Derrick gritted his teeth and finally agreed to jump out of the window with Du. Just as Du said, it would be better to lose a few bones than to lose his life. Derrick really regrets it now. Why at that time?
He was unwilling to sell the formula to Marikova, otherwise he would still be a senior executive of the "Velen" biopharmaceutical company and continue to live his wealthy life instead of hiding and running for his life like now.
Du handed his SCAR-L automatic rifle with half a magazine left to Murong Fei, but Murong Fei refused, "The space here is small, this thing is useless, you keep it more useful than me."
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Du didn't insist. Indeed, he also needed weapons now.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Murong Fei stood at the door holding the king of the jungle in one hand and a sharp meat knife in the other, waiting for the other party to come to the door.
Puff puff!
There were three dull gunshots, the door lock of the room was broken by bullets, the door was kicked open from the outside, and a black figure broke into the room from the corridor; but before he could clearly see the situation in the room, Murong
Fei suddenly took action.
With two knives in both hands, two cold rays of light were drawn in the air, respectively cutting into the opponent's Achilles tendon and knee ligament.
"Ouch——!"
The figure howled like a pig, and the left foot that had its Achilles tendon cut went limp, and the body fell down to his knees; Murong Fei waved his hand and swung the meat-cutting knife towards the figure closest to the door, and the sharp knife pierced him.
The other person stepped back groaning in pain.
Murong Fei reached out and pulled out the pistol inserted in his waist, quickly fired out the two remaining bullets in the pistol, forced the figure back at the door, and then dragged the prisoner with one of his legs away towards the window, facing the
Ding Du shouted loudly: "Go quickly!"
Du smashed the glass with the butt of his gun, fired several single-shot bursts at the mercenaries and prisoners outside the motel, and ordered Derrick: "Throw it!"
Derrick threw the lit Molotov cocktail out of the window.
The glass bottle shattered instantly when it hit the ground and the car, and flames immediately burst out. The car hit by the incendiary bottle instantly burned into a ball of fire, and the flames shot into the sky.
"It's amazing!" Derrick was very surprised when he looked at the fire outside the motel. He didn't expect that this small glass bottle could be so powerful.
"Stop talking nonsense, watch my movements clearly and jump, it will save you some injuries."
Poison gave Derrick instructions, and jumped out of the window with SCAR-L in his arms. The fireball formed by the car's burning and explosion provided Poison with a good cover. Poison hugged himself into a ball, and at the moment of landing, he rolled to remove the impact.
, and hid behind a car to defend himself.
Derrick saw Po's movements clearly, but he still hesitated when he was asked to jump.
"What are you waiting for?!" Murong Fei used the King of the Jungle to kill the prisoner in front of him, then pulled out the pistol in the holster on his leg, and kept shooting at the figure at the door, but the firepower formed by the pistol suppressed it.
It's really too weak.
Derrick gritted his teeth, climbed onto the window sill, and jumped down.
"Gala!"
When Derrick landed, he stepped on a rock and sprained his foot. The excruciating pain made him breathe coldly.
"What's wrong with you?" Du asked Derrick, who was sitting on the ground.
"My ankle is sprained," Derrick replied breathlessly.
"Idiot!" Poison Cat bent over and moved to Derrick, dragged him behind the car where he was hiding, and said, "Just hide in this place and don't move. The wheels can barely withstand bullets. If the car catches fire, move to another place."
"I can't move at all in my current state!" Derrick protested against the poison.
"You just sprained your ankle, the bones are not broken." Du replied: "Humans have infinite potential. When life is threatened, let alone sprained ankles, even broken bones can overcome it and escape!"