Cicada Moving

Since joining the Secret Service a few years ago, He Yijun has never stopped training, and his intensity is comparable to that of ordinary field agents.

She was once powerless, but she dared to kill people to avenge her parents. Her communication, fighting, and shooting skills were no worse than those of male agents.

When she saw the scar-faced man attacking the head nurse, she quickly grabbed the head nurse's collar and pulled it back hard. Then she took a step forward and punched the scar-faced man on the wrist.

 In fact, when the target excused herself to go to the toilet and left the house, He Yijun knew that something might go wrong and had already thought of a countermeasure, so she was extremely calm at this moment.

Now that all the spies in the ward have been anesthetized, only a scar-faced man is left. As long as he is dragged down, the special operations team outside will arrive at the scene soon.

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With a crisp impact, the scar-faced man’s wrist collided with He Yijun’s fist.

Feeling the soreness in his wrist, the scarred man's heart sank. He didn't expect that this female nurse was so strong, completely comparable to the ordinary soldiers of the Empire's B Division.

Women's strength is naturally weaker than that of men. If you want to reach this standard, you must go through long-term and scientific training. There are not so many people in the world who are born with supernatural powers.

Moreover, he didn't see the other party's flaws just now. This proved that the woman in front of him was a professional intelligence officer who had undergone rigorous training.

Ignoring the scar-faced man’s thoughts, He Yijun glanced at his red knuckles and once again increased his vigilance. The target was indeed the elite of the Japanese army.

If it were an ordinary person, her left hand would at least temporarily lose its fighting ability even if the opponent's bones were broken with this punch.

 In the end, the target just loosened his fist and seemed not to be affected at all, showing a strong ability to withstand the blow.

The next moment, the two of them changed their moves almost at the same time and attacked each other.

The scar-faced man lifted up the cotton cloth with his right hand and pointed it towards He Yijun. He pressed the hospital bed with his left hand and jumped up from the bed. Before he could stand still, he tightened the muscles of his right leg and used a whip kick.

 Hand whip, a common fighting technique, is very powerful.

 According to the military commander's own research, the whip leg of an ordinary agent can reach a maximum weight of more than 400 kilograms. Such a large force acting on a person can achieve a fatal blow.

He Yijun guessed the target's plan the moment the quilt flew up. She did not resist the whip legs that came with the sound of wind. She took a few steps back and raised her feet.

 But what she attacked was not the scar-faced man, but the hospital bed the scar-faced man was stepping on, because the target would fight back, but the hospital bed would not.

 This is the wisest choice. Only fools would use their own bone strength to verify the power of the whip legs, not to mention that the owner of the whip legs is an elite professional soldier.

 Power arises from the ground.

 Destroy the hospital bed where the enemy is standing, and you can also break the move. Fighting is not only a competition of fists and feet, but also a battle of the brain.

As the foot of the hospital bed rubbed against the ground, making a harsh noise, the scar-faced man stumbled and almost fell to the ground. There was no point in the lower body to exert force, so it was useless no matter how elite he was.

The two female agents next to them had a tacit understanding. Upon seeing this, one ran towards the door, and the other flew to try to knock the target down.

Both of them are old agents from the Secret Service and have actual combat experience. They have no fear or shrinkage in their hearts. All they can think about is completing the mission.

 The scar-faced man sensed the approaching danger. Although he was sure of defeating the opponent, he still jumped from the bed without hesitation and wanted to jump to the bed of his men next door.

He knew very well that the biggest danger at hand was not these three female spies, but the large army of Republic of China spies hidden outside.

 Once he is entangled, it will be too late to escape until the opponent's support arrives.

The layout of the wards in the First Hospital is similar to that of most hospitals. There is a window next to the last bed. As long as he can jump out of the window, he will have the confidence to escape from the encirclement of the Republic of China people.

This is the confidence he has received from life-and-death battles on the battlefield. Moreover, there are weapons that he has hidden outside the window. With a gun in his hand, no one can stop him.

Why He Yijun couldn't guess the target's plan, he immediately snatched the medical tray from the hands of the frightened real female nurse, and threw it towards the face of the scar-faced man, using the tray as a throwing knife.

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The scar-faced man in mid-air punched the tray away, but his original leap was interrupted, and his body sank involuntarily, falling to the ground.

  Don’t underestimate the lethality of medical pallets, let alone the lethality of medical pallets in the hands of a professional agent.

If the face is hit by a hard metal object, the man with the scarred face will have to give up his original plan.

While his illness was killing him, He Yijun didn't give the scar-faced man time to react. The moment the Frisbee was thrown, she rushed over at full speed, curled up and stretched her feet forward to launch a new round of attacks, targeting the opponent's ankles. .

Comparing with a strong soldier to see who has greater strength and whose fist is harder is asking for trouble and is not the work of a wise man.

The only way to defeat the opponent is to attack the weak points of the spy, and use all the strength to attack it and save it.

He Yijun's plan was successful. As soon as the scar-faced man landed, his knees bent slightly out of instinct and his body stiffened for a moment.

This was originally a natural reaction of the human body's buffering, but now it has brought huge trouble to it.

At the moment when the scar-faced man's body stiffened, He Yijun kicked his left ankle hard. The scar-faced man grunted and took several steps back.

 Ankle joint is composed of bony structures and ligaments. It determines the standing stability, load-bearing and moving functions of the human body. It is very important but also very fragile.

 Because the lateral ligaments of the ankle joint are scattered and the medial ligaments are concentrated, thick and tough, this results in uneven strength of the internal and external ligaments, which can easily cause ankle joint injuries.

The scar-faced man endured the severe pain, put his hands into fists on his chest, and made a defensive posture like Western boxing. Then he moved his left foot slightly, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

idiot!

 Cunning woman of the Republic of China!

He cursed secretly in his mind. It was not a coincidence that the opponent attacked his left foot, but it was intentional. The reason is also very simple - the left foot is the power foot.

 Although the power foot can be adjusted, at this critical moment, any slight difference in strength will cause the balance to tilt.

In just a few tens of seconds, the two completed several rounds of physical and intellectual confrontations, and He Yijun was slightly better.

At the same time, the female nurse who had gone out had already sent a signal, and Gui Youguang was leading people towards the ward.

 In order to prevent being detected by Japanese spies, the operators could only hide in a distance. It would take some time to arrive at the scene, which gave the scar-faced man a chance to make a comeback.

　　Can't delay any longer!

The scar-faced man raised his eyebrows and pushed **** the ground with his right foot. His whole body was like an arrow shot from a bowstring, and he quickly approached He Yijun, hoping to determine the outcome of the battle.

 Win, live!

 If you lose, die!

Facing the aggressive Japanese spy, He Yijun was extremely calm. He ducked sideways to avoid the heavy punch, and then lightly punched the opponent under the arm.

 Another female spy also took the opportunity to kick the Japanese spy in the crotch, also attacking a weak spot, gradually weakening the Japanese spy's combat effectiveness.

The scar-faced man didn't care at all about these two blows. The armpits and popliteal fossa were indeed critical points, but women were weak, so he felt he could hold on.

He has only one purpose, to kill the female agent of the Republic of China in front of him and then break out of the encirclement. Now is not the time to pity the beauty and cherish the jade. He has never understood what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

Just as the scar-faced man was about to raise his elbow and give the opponent a hard blow on the head, he felt something wet under his armpits. A moment later, another severe pain hit him, making him shiver.

He turned around and looked at his armpit, only to see a patch of blood. What was going on and why was he bleeding?

 Outside the house, there is light still running.

He Yijun moved his feet and blocked the window. He broke off the medical scissors hidden in his hands with an expressionless expression. He held a sharp blade in each hand and stared at the target closely.

She hid this when she took away the medical tray, in order to use it at a critical moment. Even if it could only cause minor injuries to the other party, it could also achieve the purpose of delaying time.

"idiot!"

The scar-faced man wiped his armpits, looked at the blood on his hands and screamed. After shouting, he continued to rush towards He Yijun regardless of the situation. He was about to jump over the wall.

He Yijun did not panic and dodged the attack nimbly. He raised the handle of the knife in his left hand and made a big **** on the spy's hand tendon. He then kicked the opponent's left ankle joint.

Blood dripped onto the ground. The scar-faced man covered the wound, the muscles on his face kept twitching, and his left foot trembled slightly.

His left ankle joint was injured twice, and he could no longer stand normally. He relied on his will to hold on, but how long could he hold on?

 Outside the house, there is light still running.

“Brothers, it’s a devil! Why are you still standing there, beating up this bastard? Are we not even as good as women?”

The wretched face in the hospital bed next to the scar-faced man roared, waking up the wounded soldiers who were stunned on the spot.

　　Yes, they lost on the battlefield.

 But in a mountain city, on their own territory, if they continue to act like cowards, are they still considered men and soldiers?

 “Go for it!”

I don’t know who shouted, and the wounded soldiers rushed towards the scar-faced man with red eyes. The scar-faced man kicked one of them away, and more people came up.

The crowd soon overwhelmed the lieutenant colonel, who was known as "Viper" in the Japanese army.

Among these wounded soldiers, those with injured legs were strangled with their arms, those with injured arms were tied with their legs, and those with injured hands and feet crawled to the other side and bit the scarred man with their teeth, tightly clinging to the scar-faced man.

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 “vote immediately”

The door panel hit the wall with a loud bang. Gui Youguang and the agents from the special operations team rushed into the room. They looked at the target who was pressed on the ground and choked back half of what he said.

　　What's going on? Isn't it just Miss He and two female agents? Why did the target become a burly man? Could it be that the deputy seat officer had other plans? The bald man scratched his head in confusion.

Seeing the support coming, He Yijun slowly retracted the scissors, took a long breath, and showed a smile on his face. The operation was successful, and he finally lived up to the deputy director's trust.