Nikki stood not far from the ticket gate of the Ferris wheel, kicking the pebbles on the ground out of boredom from time to time. She looked like an ordinary girl waiting for her boyfriend.
She usually works as an international student, but in fact she is the contact person of the Stumbling Block Project in Berlin. The Berlin station has not performed tasks for a long time and has been closed. However, two hours ago, she suddenly received a notification from her superiors that the Berlin intelligence station was closed.
Activated, and her first mission is to provide support to Falcon.
Nikki looked around, there were people everywhere in the amusement park, and he was not sure where the other party would come from.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, a voice from behind said: "Where are my things."
Nikki turned around, and an unfamiliar face appeared in front of her. Nikki looked at the face and saw that it was consistent with the one in the briefing. That was right. In front of her was the Falcon he was serving this time.
Nikki handed her backpack to the other party. The other party took it and left without saying a word. Inside were the weapons and equipment needed for this operation.
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In the early morning, Owen woke up leisurely. He looked a little tired after basically being in light sleep all night. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and felt much more energetic. Owen's stomach started growling.
His current location is in an old three-story apartment. The apartment is an old house with creaking floors. There is no elevator and the only way up and down is a spiral staircase.
Owen went downstairs, found a convenience store and bought hot coffee and a sandwich, then walked back leisurely holding the paper bag.
The floor has been making a "creaking" sound since going upstairs. The reason why Irving chose this place is because of this. If someone intends to approach, the noise of the floor can alert him in advance, but the downside is that Irving is disturbed by this all night.
A terrible noise woke me up a dozen times.
Finally reaching the third floor, Owen walked towards his room. When he reached the door, Owen opened the door, then glanced at the connection out of habit, and then froze suddenly.
The small mechanism made of hair there was disconnected, proving that someone had entered during the time he was out. Just as Owen took a step back, the door suddenly opened, and a black figure with a gun appeared beside the door.
With just one reaction, Owen judged that the opponent was a master. Just as he showed hesitation, the guy inside immediately realized that he had missed a trick and immediately changed from a sneak attack to a strong attack.
The opponent was decisive, and Owen did not hesitate. He poured the half-drunk hot coffee at the opponent. The hot coffee disturbed the opponent, and Irving took the opportunity to rush in and collide with the opponent.
In the situation just now, the opponent drew his gun faster than him, and it was too late to draw the gun. Owen simply chose to fight hand to hand.
The two rolled into a ball on the ground. In front of them was an ordinary-looking man. Owen hit the other man in the face with his elbow, and at the same time, he used his other hand to take advantage of the moment of stiffness to knock the pistol away.
The opponent's counterattack came immediately, with knees and elbows. After avoiding Irving for a while, he turned over and tried to pick up the gun, but was suddenly kicked by Irving and the pistol slipped under the sofa.
Immediately afterwards, Owen hugged his waist and rushed to the living room. The bookcase was smashed by the impact. The other person rushed into the kitchen holding Owen on his back. The cabinets were also reduced to rubble, and fragments of various cups, plates and dishes fell on the ground.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding" sound.
Owen took a step back suddenly, and a cold light passed in front of him. The opponent hurriedly grabbed a table knife and used it as a weapon. Owen could only retreat.
The opponent continued to test, and Owen not only retreated, but also kept throwing various things that he could catch, causing interference to the opponent. Owen was retreating, his eyes did not dare to leave the opponent for even half a moment, but his hands kept groping around, and finally
, he grabbed a magazine.
Rolling up the magazine, I finally had something that could be used as a weapon. In the first training after joining CTU, the instructor taught them in the small town of Las Vegas that anything can be used as a weapon.
Now the magazine in Owen's hand is rolled up and has a certain degree of aggression. It can be used like a short stick. Although it can only poke but not smash, its length has an advantage over the opponent's table knife.
The opponent was constantly approaching, and he had obviously received special fighting training. The hand holding the knife was constantly changing positions, making it impossible for Owen to predict the trajectory of the knife.
Irving dodged two consecutive attempts. The third time, the knife slashed along an arc, and the magazine in Irving's hand suddenly poked out. With his long sleeves and the length of the magazine, Irving had a slight advantage in distance.
, it was this advantage that helped him.
The magazine successfully poked the opponent's throat. The opponent was momentarily stiff under the heavy blow. Irving took this opportunity to snatch the opponent's knife and stabbed the opponent twice on the shoulder and abdomen very quickly.
After being injured, the opponent became even less flexible than Irving, and Irving dodged several consecutive attacks. Attacking again, Irving seized the opponent's flaw and prepared to inflict a few more wounds on him. Unexpectedly, the opponent actually traded his injuries for his life.
The price of two wounds strangled Owen's neck.
A severe feeling of suffocation came. The other party strangled Irving's neck with both hands, and wrapped his feet around Irving's waist from behind. No matter how Irving rolled and struggled, he remained in this position.
As less and less air entered his lungs, Owen felt a burning sensation in his chest.
Owen struggled and rolled on the ground in pain, hitting the wall and hitting the ground. The guy behind him was like a tarsal maggot, unable to get rid of him no matter what.
The two people's behavior as if they were tearing down the house had already alarmed the neighbors, especially it was still early in the morning. Some of the bad-tempered ones were already cursing and ready to come out to cause trouble for Owen, but when they got to the door and looked around, they saw that it looked like they had just been beaten inside.
Like a battle, the ground was in a mess, and what was even more frightening was that the two people on the ground were fighting to the death.
With a scream, the guy ran back to his room and closed the door with a bang.
Owen didn't care about this. He was hitting the wall with his back again and again, trying to get rid of the guy behind him, but with little success. The guy on the back was no less capable of resisting the blow than him.
Seeing that there was no hope, Owen saw the broken glass on the ground. He did a sudden somersault and smashed it hard.
The stranglehold on his neck loosened, and Owen took the opportunity to roll away from him, then gasped for air greedily.
Looking at the guy on the ground again, he had a lot of air coming out and little air coming in. The glass particles on the ground had penetrated deeply into his body.
"Who are you? Where is Solomon Lane?"
Owen grabbed the opponent's collar, but the opponent had lost consciousness, rolled his eyes, and was unable to respond at all.
Owen dug into the wound on his back with his hand, and there was a cry of pain. The pain forcibly brought back the other person's consciousness, but the other person had no intention of giving in. Instead, he got up and rushed out towards the balcony.
Listening to the groans and screams outside, Owen didn't dare to go to the balcony to check. He picked up the other person's backpack and left quickly.
Owen walked out of the building and left quickly. People watching the excitement had already formed a large circle. Owen heard someone calling the police, sirens blaring in the distance, and a police car was coming.
Owen turned his face away, passed the police car head-on, and left quickly. After walking a few hundred meters, he saw that there were no surveillance cameras around, so Owen turned and turned into the alley next to him.