Absolute Honor

When the dead fish-like body collapsed to the ground, Thunder God Eric immediately realized that something was wrong.

He didn't expect that the man in white would react so quickly. When he was still in the air, he had realized that someone was attacking him, and he could still shoot a gun suddenly.

Eric's left hand caught the camera held by the white man in his left hand, and his right hand used a sleeve stab to kill the opponent and control his body to prevent it from falling to the ground and making noise.

However, the Glock 17 pistol in the right hand of the man in white could no longer be released to catch it.

As the white-clothed man turned into a dead body, his right hand instantly lost control, drooping softly toward the ground, and the pistol fell toward the granite ground.

When the gun hits the ground, it will definitely make a crisp sound, and it will definitely alarm the people in the room.

Eric was anxious, and stretched out his right foot to cushion the falling pistol.

The gun body hit the back of Eric's instep without making a crisp sound. Eric let out a long sigh of relief. At the moment when his nerves were slightly relaxed, Glock 17 slipped from the back of his instep...

Although the landing distance had been greatly shortened, there was still a slight knock.

despair--

Eric was startled in a cold sweat.

Then, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the room.

Eric quickly retracted his sleeve thorns, dragged the body of the man in white to the shadow beside the corridor, put on his shoes quickly, and then drew his pistol and flashed to the door.

Click——

There was a turning sound from the bolt in the wooden door, and the door opened with a babble.

"Oliver?"

A low voice of interrogation came from the door, and his tone was full of vigilance.

good chance!

Eric flashed out from the door, and the Glock pistol equipped with a silencer was aimed at the door.

A tall body stood in the door, a pair of dead fish eyes staring at Eric, and the two faced each other.

The muzzle was almost on 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 clasped Eric's wrist. Almost at the same time, the guy standing in the door fell on his back.

Corpse!

It's just a corpse!

There were a few bullet holes on the face, and the vanity was blurred, and his head was thinking of a rotten watermelon that had been smashed several times. He was wearing autumn clothes and long trousers, covered with blood stains, and his coat seemed to have been stripped off.

The hand holding Eric was surprisingly powerful, and it actually carried him inside.

Eric turned his wrist subconsciously and shot directly at the door on the right.

Almost at the same time, that hand pushed upwards forcefully, and did not grab the gun. Instead, it directly pressed Eric’s index finger on the trigger with his finger, and the other finger was like a flexible snake. Depressed the speed machine at the rear of Glock 17 in an instant!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh--

The Glock 17 in the burst state has reached a crazy rate of fire, no less inferior to any submachine gun!

Bullets were fired one after another, and various sounds of warheads shooting out of the walls and tables were heard everywhere in the room, and all kinds of confetti, wood chips and stone chips were flying everywhere.

A full magazine was poured out in less than two seconds!

A cold light flashed from behind the door, cut through the air and brought out an arc of light that pierced Eric's throat!

The same sleeve thorn!

锵——

In the crisis, Eric's sleeve thorns also popped out, and the two sleeve thorns collided in the air, emitting a harsh dragon roar, sparks splashing everywhere!

Almost in an instant, both sides seemed to understand who their opponents were!

Eric immediately let go and the pistol fell to the ground.

He gave up the Glock 17, which had been shot empty, a pistol without bullets, which was less effective than a wooden stick, not to mention that in this kind of master confrontation, there would be no chance to be shot again.

At this point, Eric had clearly seen the man behind the door-the masked man.

After letting go of the gun, Eric's hand was directly hooked on the opponent's neck, and he swiped hard, trying to smash the masked man's head directly on the wall.

Of course, the masked man is not a vegetarian. He also drew a gourd in the same way, hooked Eric's neck, and smashed his head against the wall.

The two hit the hard granite wall almost at the same time.

Eric saw the stars in the sky, and the whole world was spinning.

The opponents are really terrible. Both of them learned the same approach of close combat. They were too clear and knew each other too well. Such two opponents fought with each other with their lives, but only one was killed. They killed a thousand enemies and suffered eight losses. Hundred.

"you……"

Eric squatted down, trying to prevent himself from fainting to the end. He looked at the masked man on the opposite side and asked sharply, "Are you Simon!?"

The mask man didn't answer, obviously he was a little dizzy just now.

Suddenly, he drew a Glock pistol from his waist. It was found from the dead policeman, and the black hole was aimed at Eric.

The distance between the two was less than two meters, and Eric no longer had a gun in his hand.

The masked man turned towards Eric and pulled the trigger.

bass--

Before the bullet was fired, a sleeve spike was accurately shot into the barrel of the Glock pistol!

In a hurry, Eric pressed the sleeve stab mechanism and shot the sleeve stab directly into the barrel of the pistol.

Bang--

Almost at the same time, the pistol exploded!

The parts were scattered on the ground, Eric fell to the ground with a scream, and the masked man also wailed, clutching his right hand, and blood leaked from his fingers.

The bullet hit the sleeve thorn, but the distance was too close, and the fragments shot directly on Eric's body. Although he was wearing a soft IIIV body armor, the shoulder was still sneaked into a piece of sleeve thorn fragments.

The masked man was also torn apart by the fragments produced by the bombing, and cut a hole.

Fighting again, the two were still fifty and fifty, and neither of them took too much advantage.

However, for the two top assassins who also received extremely harsh training, these pains were quickly suppressed, and the two pounced on them and scrambled together again.

Constant close combat ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ elbows, knees, fingers, palms, fists, all available killing skills are used.

The two hit from one end of the room to the other, and from the other to the other, knocked over the table, cracked the wooden cabinet on the wall, and finally smashed the iron cage of the people into a few iron pillars. .

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, staring at each other.

The mask man said nothing more.

This made Eric unable to make the final judgment, whether he was Simon or not! ?

But one thing is certain, the opponent must be an assassin of the Brotherhood, and from the perspective of reaching out, it is definitely in the grade of the twelve disciples, and the average assassin does not have such good skills.

Both of them have returned to the situation when they were trained under their instructors, the kind of endless real-person confrontation day after day, the killing skills they learned are so similar, and they understand each other as if they knew themselves.

"Are you Simon?" Eric asked again.