Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 663 Contest (1)

Thinking of Situ returning the pearl, Leng Binghan couldn't help but asked nervously: "What about Situ returning the pearl? Is she okay?"

Wang Peihua was obviously very unfamiliar with the name Leng Binghan said, and looked at Jia Huazheng in confusion. And Jia Hua, who knew the situation of all the personnel in the bureau, certainly knew about the new female generals who had emerged in the Southwest Branch in the past two years.

.This young girl is extremely powerful, not to mention in the Southwest Bureau, even in the entire Seventh Bureau of National Security, she is outstanding, one of the best. He is also very curious, where did Leng Binghan find her?

Masters, like Leng Binghan, are full of puzzles.

Youyou let out a long breath, and Jia Huazheng looked helpless and sad, sighing: "Situ Huanzhu's whereabouts are still unknown, and his life and death are uncertain!"

Although Jia Huazheng looked very worried, Leng Binghan's expression calmed down quietly. Apparently he didn't believe that something bad would happen to Situ Huanzhu. You know, after condensing the void and refining the body, Situ Huanzhu was able to rebuild his body.

She has been reborn, which has already exceeded her imagination. Leng Binghan believes that with her current ability, even if she has the magic weapon in hand, she is no match for her. If even she suffers misfortune, what kind of powerful opponent will she be?

What's more, there is a certain connection between Leng Binghan and Situ Huanzhu. If something unexpected happens to Situ Huanzhu, he will definitely feel it.

But if Situ Huanzhu had nothing to do, how could he sit back and watch An Guofeng die in battle without doing anything? Where was she at this moment?

"Do you know who did it?" Leng Binghan's tone was very calm, but it made people feel a chill, like falling into an ice cellar.

If Leng Binghan was like an unsheathed sword with its sharp edge revealed earlier, then now Leng Binghan seems to have returned to his original nature. However, only those who know him deeply know that Leng Binghan will not move even if he does not move.

, one move must be shocking.

"Kill God!" These two words almost came out of Jia Huazheng's mouth one by one.

"Killing Gods again?" Leng Binghan was a little stunned, and then a ferocious look appeared on his handsome face.

The last time he dealt with God Killer was several years ago. If he didn't hear it again this time, Leng Binghan would have almost forgotten it. But this mysterious organization stung his nerves again.

The brown-red building where the 57th Street Hotel is located is just an ordinary building among countless old houses in Manhattan. Its century-old history is not special. However, because it is located at the intersection of 57th Street and Lexington Avenue, it is almost the same building in Manhattan.

The best location, so it is very famous locally. Many foreigners visiting New York come here because of its reputation.

A thin man wearing a crisp suit walked into the hotel with a suitcase. He spoke softly and was extremely polite. He looked like a businessman coming to New York for business.

The chubby waitress at the front desk was so impressed that she remembered his name: Osama!

After arriving in the room, Osama carefully checked and found no eavesdropping or monitoring devices. Then he went to the bathroom to take a shower and called the hotel to order a set meal. He had not eaten since getting off the plane.

Got something!

Not long after, the doorbell of the room rang.

Osama opened the door, and a young waiter pushed the dining cart in. He greeted Osama politely, then skillfully placed the various food plates on the dining cart on the dining table, and finally removed the ice bucket from the dining cart.

He took out a bottle of red wine and said: "Sir, this is a special gift of red wine from our hotel!"

"Thank you! But I don't know how to drink!" Osama said politely.

"Okay, if you need anything else, please feel free to ask me!" The waiter had a professional smile on his face.

"Okay!" Osama took out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and was about to hand it to the waiter. However, he suddenly discovered that the waiter took out a flashing banknote from the ice bucket along with the red wine.

Dark pistol.

With the pistol in hand, the very professional smile on the waiter's face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by murderous intent. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at Osama's chest like lightning, and then he quickly pulled the trigger.

Trigger. His hand was steady and strong, without any hesitation. The whole action was done in one go. He was obviously an experienced hand.

But Osama's reaction speed was faster than his. The moment the waiter pulled the trigger, his body had already jumped up and moved aside.

"Pfft!" There was an extremely low and subtle sound, and the gun shot passed Osama's shoulder, causing a drop of blood to fly.

Seeing that none of the shots hit the opponent's vitals, the waiter chased Osama's trail at close range and fired. Multiple shocking bullet holes were shot out of the walls, TV, and mattresses in the room, and feathers flew everywhere in the room.

It is like falling snow. Since the pistol is pre-installed with a silencer, the sound is very gentle and will not alert people outside at all.

"Hoo!" A cold light flashed away, but it was the gap for Osama to avoid the bullet. At some point, a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and he threw it out. The dagger whizzed out and slid in the air.

After passing through a cold arc, he ran towards the waiter's chest.

The waiter didn't care about shooting, and quickly reached out with his left hand to catch the dagger. In this flash of lightning, Osama rushed forward like a tiger, grabbed the waiter's right arm holding the gun, and grabbed him with his right hand to catch it.

Holding the dagger's left wrist, he pushed his body hard against the wall, and then hit the bridge of his nose with his hard forehead. The opponent's nose was broken and bleeding, and even the bridge of his nose was broken.

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The waiter was also extremely strong. He endured the pain without saying a word, bent his right foot, and slammed into Osama's crotch. Osama also quickly retracted his legs and bent his knees to hit hard, and the iron knee struck hard.

Hit the opponent's knee.

"Bang" the two knees hit each other hard, and then a "click" sound of bones breaking was heard. The waiter showed an expression of pain on his face, but still did not make a sound. And the powerful impact force also

Osama's hand that restrained the waiter's hands suddenly trembled. The waiter also took the opportunity to break free from Osama's restraints. He turned the gun and there was a "bang". Osama felt a numbness on his arm.

Then severe pain spread throughout the body along with the nerves in his arm. Before the other party could continue to shoot, he endured the pain and kicked the waiter on the wrist. The pistol flew out and fell aside.

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Don't kick the pistol away, but the waiter didn't panic. Perhaps Osama's shot gave him a boost of confidence. He raised his left foot and twisted his body to the right. With the help of the power of his body rotation, his foot carried a terrifying

The whistling sound arced towards Osama's head and kicked him. In a hurry, Osama had no time to dodge and could only close his arms to resist this powerful attack.

The waiter kicked Osama's arms, and an overwhelming force hit Osama's body, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

The waiter took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He waved his left hand and stabbed the dagger in his hand with a cunning and ferocious attack. If he really got hit by him, he would probably be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Like lightning, Osama's right hand grabbed the waiter's knife-holding wrist, and his right leg suddenly spread out, kicking him in the face from the side. The waiter screamed and flew backwards while holding the knife as blood splattered.

He went out, knocked against the wall, and fell heavily to the ground. Without waiting for him to get up, Osama pounced on him, twisted the dagger out of his hand, cut his hands together behind his back, and pressed him with his knees.

He asked coldly: "Who sent you?"

The waiter raised his head unyieldingly, pursed his lips tightly, and did not speak. He just looked at Osama hatefully. Judging from his expression, he seemed to want to tear Osama into pieces.

Osama suddenly grabbed the dagger in his hand and stabbed the waiter's arm hard. The severe pain caused the waiter's body to twitch, veins popped up on his forehead, his face was extremely scary, and his teeth were biting his lower lip, and even

His lower lip was bitten and blood oozed from it.

Osama sneered and said: "A tough talk? Well, I have plenty of time and means to make you remember everything..." Before he finished speaking, his expression changed drastically, because he suddenly felt a cold

Something pressed against the back of his head, causing waves of infiltrating chills.

"Throw away the guy in your hand and lie down on the ground, or I will shoot you in the head!" An extremely cold voice came from behind. The cold tone made no one doubt his determination to shoot.

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At this moment, Osama was filled with annoyance. He should have thought that if the other party came to the door so quickly, it was probably not the same person, but he was careless for a moment. Otherwise, it would not have resulted in a reversal of the situation, and he was extremely passive.

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While thinking about how to deal with the crisis at hand, Osama honestly threw the dagger in his hand on the ground, and then slowly leaned forward with his hands supported on the ground. It seemed as if he was following the other party's instructions.

He was lying on the ground. But at this moment, he kicked his right leg back violently and kicked the person behind him hard.

He was kicking the opponent, but there was no trace of pride in Osama's heart. Instead, he felt a deep uneasiness. Because what he kicked did not look like a human being, but seemed to be a copper wall. Not only did he not have any

The reaction was so shocking that my whole body hurt from my feet to my calves, as if they were broken.

Osama screamed in his heart that something was wrong. He turned over and prepared to run away very quickly. But as soon as his body moved, a sharp pain came to his mind. Then his vision went black and he lost consciousness immediately. He threw himself

fell to the ground.

In a daze, I could only feel the hissing sound of the strong wind coming from my ears, and my nose was filled with the strong fishy smell of the sea breeze.

Osama shook his confused head vigorously, trying to recall everything that had just happened. It seemed that he finally understood that after he was knocked unconscious, he did not know where he was sent. However, he could see from the bumps under his body and the thick feeling around him.

The fishy smell of the sea must be on the boat at this moment.

Osama gently turned his neck, his mind gradually clearing up, but all the strength in his body seemed to have disappeared, his hands were tied behind his back, and his body was also tightly tied with ropes.

"Damn, it can't be so unlucky, right? I was arrested just after arriving in New York. Who leaked his whereabouts?" Osama felt a burst of hatred in his heart, and many names quickly passed through his mind, but after thinking about it, he

I can't figure it out, but I just feel that my mind is full of thoughts. I take a long breath and don't think too much. The future is uncertain now, and it's useless to think too much. It's better to think about how to get out of the current predicament.

Osama's fingers gently caressed the knot behind him. The knot was cumbersome and ingenious, and no one else could undo this ingenious lock. But Osama was not an ordinary person.

Among them, escaping is a common occurrence. He has escaped from a heavily guarded cell countless times, and walked away surrounded by a large number of military police more than once. He has seen no matter how complicated the situation is, and he has also seen it.

How can it be trapped with just a rope?

I don’t know what method he used. After about five or six minutes, the fastener became loose, and soon Osama’s hands were free again.

Moving his slightly numb arms, Osama breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he regained his freedom, the chance of escape would be much greater. But it was obviously not convenient to act rashly at this moment. The surrounding situation was not clear yet, and he was in

On a ship that does not know where it is sailing, it is not easy to act rashly and only alert the enemy. The experience of many escapes told him that the most important thing in order to escape is to find and seize the best opportunity.

Osama tried his best to relax his whole body and restore his physical strength as much as possible. Because he knew that once a person is nervous, physical exertion will accelerate. And if you want to escape successfully, you must conserve your physical strength and maintain your body's best condition.

After an unknown amount of time, Osama felt that the speed of the ship had slowed down significantly, and then he heard a burst of noisy footsteps. From the footsteps, there were at least ten people, and they were walking steadily. Judging from the footsteps alone,

, just like Lian Jia Zi.