The high-end hotel we stayed in sprayed the smell of perfume everywhere, and the strong smell was able to hide the smell of blood?

Two throwing knives in my hands, licking (harmonious) my dry lips. I'm used to blood, to seeing a living being fall before my eyes and turn into a cold corpse. Keep your ear to the door and listen to the inside of the room. Rubbing the fine lines of the hilt, my breathing gradually slowed down, and my heart was as calm as a pool of well water.

Close your eyes and count the tap-to-tap steps. The two men in black were not able to find me in the house, nor did they try to ambush me inside. I don't know what their plans were, but at the moment they were leaving. The doorknob turns little by little, and a close hand-to-hand fight is about to open.

When the door opened, I clearly saw that the eyes of the man in black walking in front widened a little in an instant. I'm sorry, I'll give you back what you tried to inflict on me first!

The knife flashed, and there was a muffled grunt. The man in black in front of him had half an exposed hilt on his neck.

"Room service!" I whispered, quickly pushing the black man around his neck inside. Lao Gen is still waiting for me to save him, and I don't have time to play a game of hide and seek with you.

"It's you!" the other tall man in black didn't react at first, and he roared in horror when I pulled out the knife stuck in the neck of the short man in black. At this time, I was almost face-to-face with the tall man in black, and the distance between the two was no more than half a meter. I had two throwing knives in my hands, one of which was still dripping with blood. But his hands were empty. The tall man in black's hanging hands trembled slightly, he wanted to take something out of his arms, but at such a close distance, he was afraid that I wouldn't give him a chance.

The short man in black who fell to the ground was not dead at the moment, and he covered his throat with his hands, trying in vain to stop the bubbling blood. Without mercy for his companions, the tall man in black just stared at me with straight eyes, and locked his gaze on the two throwing knives in my hands. He saw that the knife in my hand was definitely like the scythe of death, and it could easily harvest life.

"I heard you're a good fighter, do you dare to compete with me?" the man in black smiled at me with a pretended lightheartedness, but the beads of sweat on his forehead told me he wasn't easy.

"Do you want to punch or kick?" I flew the bloody knife out again, this time targeting the man in black who was lying on the ground with his neck clutched. The same part was stabbed for the second time, only after this stab he quieted down and could no longer make the slightest sound, and I ended the last pain of his life.

The precise and efficient throwing knife made the tall man in black who was still standing here tremble, and the tense facial muscles told me that he had reached a critical point and could fight to the death at any time.

"I'm a professional boxer, are you more sure than my fists and feet?" fiddling with the short-handled throwing knife in my hand, I deliberately laughed, "My fists are no worse than my throwing knives, you will die more ugly than him!" and pointed to the man in black in a pool of blood.

"Since you're so confident, why don't you put down your knife and let's have a fight?" The tall man in black was not infected by my strong self-confidence, and he wanted to encourage me to put down the knife in my hand. Only then will he have a chance, the gun in his arms will have a chance.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!" I said suddenly, and the knife in my hand was handed out as I spoke. I'm not a hero, I'll give you a fair chance. And you're not qualified to be my opponent!

The distance between the two sides was very close, although I made a knife suddenly, but the man in black was obviously prepared, and he retreated, avoiding my sharp knife. Hey, kind of interesting. I gritted my teeth, pinched my fingers and turned them into punches and swung them out.

The man in black was obviously not really fighting with me, his right hand had already touched the gun in his arms, and the black handle of the gun had been exposed. But my fist was faster!A dodge twisted his waist and slammed the man in black in the abdomen.

Under the violent impact, the man in black looked particularly hideous, but his hand holding the gun did not relax at all. He also understood that once the hand holding the gun was loosened, he would definitely die today.

As soon as he grabbed it, the face of the man in black showed confidence: "Go and die." Fingers gently pulled the trigger, and the sound of the firing pin striking was particularly clear in the soundproof room. Half a meter away, I can't avoid it.

"Geda. "There were no bullets coming through the chest, no bursting gunshots, the gun was jammed.

"Die!" I shouted the same words. At such a close distance, I couldn't fly the knife, so I had to stick it up again and stab it at the neck of the man in black. Years of combat training have given me the courage to face challenges even in the face of a black hole.

"Si!" the man in black blocked one of my knives with the butt of his gun, but my left hand pulled out another throwing knife from his waist, and without stopping, it stabbed the man in black in the heart.

With such a blow, the body of the man in black immediately loosened and stared at my face with straight eyes. I didn't dare to slack off any longer, and the knife in my right hand cut through an arc, tearing a long tear in the neck of the man in black, causing blood to gush out. With a pinch of my wrist, I removed the black gun from the man in black, and I made up for it again and kicked him out. Because of the fright, the force of my kick kicked the man in black more than three meters away. The man in black's head slammed into the edge of the coffee table again.

Finally, the life of the tall man in black was also ended by me, and the blood on his forehead and neck completely gushed out, and his body stiffened.

Thinking of the sound of the man in black pulling the trigger and the striker pin just now, my cold sweat soaked my clothes at this moment. I was so lucky that the gun of the man in black actually jammed at that moment. But will this good fortune last? I sat on the couch, gasping for air, feeling the heaving of my chest. The so-called after-fear, about that!

Picking up the gun that had fallen on the ground, I slowly removed the bullet inside, and took out the jammed bullet, which I slipped into the pocket of my pants. This one, but my lucky jelly bean.

No matter how hard my fists and kicks are, I am still vulnerable to a pistol. Collecting all the knives and wiping the blood off them, I changed out of my bloody coat. I don't have time to sit here and reminisce, the old roots are still waiting for me. Thinking of Lao Gen's bloody face on TV, my movements were a little faster.

When I went down to the hotel lobby, Xiao Yang was already waiting for me with a black suitcase.

"Done?" Xiao Yang looked at me to see if I was hurt.

I nodded, and took the heavy box: "It's a little bloody inside, I need you to help me deal with it." "I can't help but smell myself when I think of a room full of blood.

"It's okay, you don't smell anything. Xiao Yang understood what I meant and patted me on the shoulder, "Take care, brother." ”

"Understood. I smiled, "I still owe you and Lin Jia a wedding gift, I won't die so early." ”

Nodding at me, Xiao Yang sent me into the taxi that had been waiting at the door for a long time: "I'll handle the affairs in your house, you can just do your own thing with peace of mind." Remember, protecting yourself is the most important thing. ”

I waved my hand, no longer polite, reported the name of the place to the driver, and went straight to the destination.

The driver was surprised when he heard my address, and asked me if I was a journalist or a police officer, and that place was currently under martial law. Touched the suitcase in his arms: "The family members of the hostages." "The driver looked at me with a sympathetic face, looked at my Asian face, asked me if I was here for a tourist, and told me that in fact, the law and order in Moscow is actually very good, and the police are very capable, which made me feel at ease.

I closed my eyes and thought of the masked man, how could I feel at ease.

When I arrived at the Jinshan Building, it was already a quarter past six. It's less than two hours since the kidnappers said the live broadcast time.

Reporters from all walks of life set up long guns and short guns on the edge of the martial law line, and the anxious police not only had to organize the evacuation of the crowd of onlookers, but also had to deal with the reporters' tricky questions. It's just that the police have no choice but to be anxious about the hostages inside, hoping that the kidnappers' subordinates will show mercy.

I was no longer anxious, and stood on the street corner for twenty minutes. I watched plainclothes detectives in suits come out constantly, and plainclothes detectives kept crossing the cordon and entering. The police officer in charge of martial law only had to look at the detectives' work cards and let them in, without carefully reviewing them. The kidnappers had been kidnapping the hostages for several days, and all the police officers who had stayed here were a little tired, and no one had the energy to keep them going for a few days in a row.

A man in a gray suit stepped out of the tight line, walked to the corner, lit a cigarette, and began to swallow the clouds alone. The kidnapper's stalemate left the detective with a tired face.

"When are they going to take action?" I said, grumbling with a grimace, "I've been here for three days, and I'm going crazy if I go on like this." "The police officers who have been transferred to support come from different places, and they are not completely familiar with each other, and this is the gap that I am going to use.

The detective in the gray suit didn't suspect it and handed me a cigarette: "I don't know either." He put on a look of deep acceptance for my words, "You're right, buddy, no one can bear it like this." The point is that I still have to withstand the pressure from above, I haven't had a break for two days. I can't open my eyes now. ”

Originally, I was going to knock him out and take his tableau cards, but now it's obviously not necessary.

"You go to the car to rest, I'll call you for something. Anyway, I don't know when it will take to spend like this. I gestured to the row of police cars parked not far away, "I rested for a while last night, and I can still withstand it." ”

"Well, there's something you call me. The grey-suited detective nodded at me, "My name is Mies, what's your name?"

I put my arm around Mies's shoulders and grabbed his badge lightly in my hand: "Go and rest, my name is Buno." I casually name it.