Knee bumps and punches were blocked by Owen one by one. Owen also hit with an elbow and was cushioned by the waitress's arm. Owen took the opportunity to get close to him, but the waitress suddenly kicked Owen in the chin.
If Owen was kicked hard this time, he would be disabled. He hurriedly blocked it and hit his knee into the opponent's abdomen. The waitress's leg was held up by Owen and she could only bear this blow and let out a painful groan.
Owen succeeded with one blow and added another blow, but the waitress twisted out of the way for the second blow.
The hair flew away during the spin, and when she turned back, the waitress stretched out her hand to prick Owen, but as soon as she turned around, she had already held the hairpin that fixed her hair in her hand and used it as a dagger.
Fortunately, Owen was careful and didn't chase him too close just now. His forward momentum suddenly stopped and he dodged sideways. However, the waitress was unyielding and chased Owen like a poisonous snake with the hairpin in her hand.
With a vertical stab, Owen stepped back and dodged, switching offense and defense.
As he retreated, Owen touched a magazine and rolled it into a barrel to use as a weapon.
With the weapon in his hand, the situation immediately changed. The length of the long barrel was much longer than the hairpin. Every time he attacked, Owen succeeded first. He failed several times in succession, but he was hit by Owen several times.
Down.
The waitress attacked again, and Owen stretched out his hand to fight back. Unexpectedly, the waitress just gave a false stab and took advantage of Owen's movement to suddenly sweep her foot. Owen didn't notice and was swept to the ground.
The waitress held the hairpin and rushed towards him. Owen was lying on his back. Seeing that he couldn't escape, he simply closed his feet to block him. The waitress's body was blocked by his feet and he couldn't get closer. Instead, he waved his hand and stabbed her.
Owen hit his thigh, but was kicked on the wrist by Owen, causing the hairpin to fall out of his hand. Then Owen's legs became like springs, and the waitress was kicked back.
The waitress was lucky enough to land on the sofa. Irving took the opportunity to stand up. Taking advantage of her illness to kill her, he rushed towards the waitress, but was kicked back by the waitress in the same way. However, Irving suffered a bigger loss.
The high heels are still very powerful, and there are two more small footprints on Owen's chest. This girl is quite powerful, and her chest hurts when she kicks them.
Only then did the two separate again, and only then did Owen see the other person's appearance clearly. This woman was very beautiful, with fair skin and a tall figure. Her long chestnut hair fell down because she was not restrained, and her two big watery eyes were full of tears at the moment.
Contains evil spirits.
However, no matter how good-looking he is, he is still an enemy. As he distanced himself, Irving drew his gun directly. The waitress also rolled back from the sofa and rolled behind the sofa. When she showed up again, she also had a pistol in her hand and pointed it at Irving.
Suddenly there were footsteps outside. Neither of them fired, but they were facing each other with guns.
In fact, both of them knew by now that this was probably a misunderstanding. They had been fighting for a long time, and each other was injured, but they both had a tacit understanding and remained silent throughout the whole process. Even if they were injured, no one cried out. From the beginning to the end, the two of them
There was no big commotion.
In front of the sofa, Irving held a gun with one hand, and behind the sofa, the woman held a gun with both hands. The footsteps outside got closer and closer, and then gradually faded away. The woman slowly stood up from behind the sofa, but the muzzle never left Irving.
Half step.
"Everyone goes his own way?"
"Everyone goes his own way!"
A tacit understanding was quickly reached. The two slowly moved away the muzzle of the gun, and then put the gun away at the same time, but their eyes were always focused on each other. In this way, facing each other on guard, the woman slowly moved to the door, and then turned around
Out the door.
Owen let out a long breath. This woman is not a simple thing, she has good skills, and her gun was obviously hidden behind the sofa in advance. Combined with her waiter's clothes, you can quickly guess her identity, she should be a killer.
Maybe it was because the security here was strict, so she hid the weapons here in advance. Today she sneaked in as an ordinary person, and when she came to pick up the weapons, she happened to meet Owen by chance, which led to this misunderstanding.
Owen shook his head. This little misunderstanding wasted a lot of time on him. Amanda hasn't been found yet, so he must hurry up.
But before he could make a move, the door was opened again, and the woman ran back again. She closed the door, made a silent gesture to Owen, and then put her ear against the door to listen to what was going on outside.
Before Owen could ask, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside, and then someone shouted something in French on the walkie-talkie on Owen's body. After shouting once, he changed to English and shouted: "Someone has killed Chekhov, everyone guard it."
At your own post, Curie, you lead people to guard the entrance to the fourth floor. Any unfamiliar face that appears on the fourth floor will be regarded as an enemy and can be killed directly. In addition, let those women leave, they are a destabilizing factor."
The footsteps outside were getting farther and farther. Owen's eyes lit up when he heard "those women" just now. Amanda was probably on the fourth floor.
The female killer had the same thought. The fourth floor was heavily protected. As her target, it was very likely that she was on the fourth floor. The woman turned back to look at Owen, and Owen looked at her in the same way.
"Fourth floor?"
"Fourth floor."
"cooperate?"
"cooperate."
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Brook House
When Brian arrived, a party was being held at the Brooke Mansion. The party had just begun, and guests were entering one after another with their female companions. Every guest who entered needed to show their invitation at the door, and Brian's invitation was from him.
Documents in hand.
The security guard took the ID that Brian handed over and looked at it. He couldn't tell the authenticity at all, but he thought that no one would impersonate someone from the Internal Security Bureau on such an occasion, so he returned the ID to him.
The party was not a particularly high-end party. Brian easily got in. There were already many people in the party, gathering in twos and threes to chat. Brian found a waiter and chatted for a few words and figured it out.
The identity of the host of this party.
St. Gary, a Jew, owns a shipping company. He looks polite and well-educated. He keeps walking among the guests and chatting with everyone. This guy must be a party master, and he attracts laughter wherever he goes.
Brian watched as he generally looked at the structure of the house, which was his professional habit.
Soon he noticed that someone said something in St. Clare's ear, and then St. Clare walked towards the door, and then he hugged a man dressed in Middle Eastern clothes who came in warmly, and the two talked very affectionately.
While joking, Saint-California led the Middle Eastern man up to the second floor. The second floor was also an open area. Brian pretended to admire the decoration of the villa casually and followed behind at an appropriate distance. He vaguely heard the "auction" start.
” and other words.
In a corridor, Brian stopped and watched the two of them enter a door. As soon as the door was opened, Brian noticed that there seemed to be guards inside.
The two figures disappeared behind the door. Brian was overlooking the entire party on the second floor. He pretended to look around. He didn't know where the door led to, and he didn't know if there were other passages. Did he see anyone?
Noticing him, Brian quickly walked towards the door. The two people were probably talking about the auction, and he decided to go inside and take a look.