Battlefield Contractor

George leaped up with a stride, and the Japanese-style short knife in his hand stabled directly at Lin Rui's neck.

But Lin Rui's speed was much faster than him.

Just as he raised the knife and stabbed, the small file in Lin Rui's hand had already been accurately poked into his armpit.

Immediately afterwards, the arms were bent again, under the ribs. "Puff, puff!!!" George had two more blood holes in his body.

"Uh!" George howled, and couldn't help taking a step back. His right hand holding the knife, underarms, arms, and under the ribs on his right side suffered multiple injuries.

The other's small file for manicure seemed to be magical. No matter how he moves, the opponent is always one step faster than him.

The injured arm severely affected George's speed of knife release. He took a step back and replaced the Japanese short knife in his hand with his left hand.

If he was poked by the opponent before, he still thinks it was just accidental. But these few moments just now made him realize that the opponent is also a master at melee combat.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, without any extra moves. And when he is not moving, it is almost indistinguishable from a statue.

But when he moved, the speed was unpredictable.

The short knife changed hands, and George howled and rushed forward. He planned to grab Lin Rui and prevent him from hiding, and then hurt the killer again.

But as soon as he took a step, he took a heavy kick on his calf, and after a staggering effort, Lin Rui kicked vigorously on the side.

Directly kicked George's huge body out, and hit the wall heavily. Before George could get up, he received another heavy kick on his chin.

George felt helpless for the first time. He lay on the ground, trying to get up, but the Japanese-style knife in his hand still refused to let go.

Lin Rui looked at him next to him, "How does it feel to kill my brother? I think you must be very proud, perhaps with a little bit of sarcasm. Maybe you have a sense of superiority when facing them.

It's a pity that you are nothing in front of me. You like to kill with a knife, don't you? You enjoy watching them die.

It's like a hunter, watching the prey in his hand slowly die.

It's a pity that you became a prey today. Not only will I kill you, but I won't let you die happily. Because you are not worthy. "

After Lin Rui finished speaking, he walked over, the small file for manicure in his hand was stained with George's blood.

"Who are you?!" George roared angrily. At the same time as he roared, the Japanese short knife in his hand suddenly threw towards Lin Rui.

George had made up his mind. He knew that he would definitely not be able to kill his opponent with this short knife.

So when he threw the short knife, he had already thought about it, once Lin Rui dodged and avoided.

He has a chance to pounce on the table next to him and get the pistol on the table. As long as there is a gun in hand, the opponent is not afraid.

So when the short knife shot, George flew to the table next to him. He takes the shortest time to pick up the pistol on the table.

Lin Rui just turned his head, avoiding the Japanese-style short knife thrown by him. Looking at George again, he has already flew to the table next to him. Because of the distance between the two, Lin Rui was too late to stop it.

But Lin Rui kicked heavily on the table, and the table was instantly kicked aside.

When George pounced, his body was already in the air. It fell but didn't touch the table, but spread out and hit the ground heavily.

At this time, George fell sturdily. It is equivalent to spreading the limbs, and the whole person is firmly patted on the ground.

Before he raised his head, Lin Rui had already lifted him up by the neck, bumping his knee heavily into his face. Then came another one.

George's face was bleeding, and his eyes were staring. He hadn't waited for him to wake up from his vertigo. Lin Rui had already lifted his whole person up and hit the ground heavily backwards.

George couldn't get up anymore, his spine hit the bar on the side of the room.

"You think you are very good, don't you?" Lin Rui walked over slowly and picked up the Japanese-style short knife that fell on the ground. A heavy knife was stuck in his palm.

George screamed, and the entire palm of his left hand was pierced by the Japanese rotary knife and nailed to the wooden floor.

Lin Rui slowly knelt behind him and broke his neck calmly. With the crisp sound of bone cracks, George's eyes gradually became dull and lost his look.

The outside door was opened, and Kuai Ma walked in from outside and looked at the chaos in the room.

He couldn't help frowning, "Didn't he mean to pretend to be an accident? It seems that this guy has suffered a lot. It doesn't look like an accident, right?"

"I couldn't hold back for a while, thinking of those three brothers, I don't want him to die so happy." Lin Rui clapped his hands and picked up the nail clipper.

He walked to the side of the sink and calmly washed the blood stains on it. Then opened the gas valve in the kitchen.

Qima laughed bitterly, "Then we have to hurry up, if something happens to this guy. If his accomplice learns the news, he will definitely not be able to sit still."

Ten minutes later, a huge explosion occurred in George's residence, and the fire spread rapidly.

Lin Rui and Kuaima returned to the car and drove away.

According to this kind of fire, when the local fire brigade rushed over. It is estimated that George has burnt a ball of coke.

"Where is the other target?" Lin Rui asked in the car.

"You mean the bomb expert? The Russians are staring. They just returned to his residence ten minutes ago." Kuaima replied as he drove. "Boss, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just that there is nowhere to send it. Let's go, I don't want to drag things to tomorrow." Lin Rui is still playing with the small nail clipper in one of his hands.

And his other hand is looking at a file.

Name: Greg Jim

Age: thirty-seven years old.

Affiliated to the special department of the CIA, member of the global emergency operations team, explosives expert. He used to be a member of the Special Forces and had a brief experience in the Explosives Administration of the United States.

Good at blasting and expelling explosives. Entered the CIA for four years and served well. Divorced in marriage and no children.

The file is accompanied by a picture of a white man in a military uniform. It should be a photo of him during his service.

Lin Rui took the file and looked at it, then lit it with a lighter, and put his hand out of the car window.

After half a minute, the file was burned, and the remaining pieces of paper burned slowly on the ground. And the car of Lin Rui and others had already gone.

"Boss, your mood doesn't seem to be very good. Is it because of the three dead brothers?" Kuaima looked at Lin Rui in the rearview mirror.

"There may be part of this reason, but it's not just that." Lin Rui sighed.