Chapter 170: To Each His Own Will

Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang glanced at each other, Yan Jiucheng could see the nervousness in Lao Hang's eyes, it was normal to be nervous, since he had been in this organization for so long, whether it was training or action, he would be nervous every time.

The kind of hero who is absolutely not nervous in the movie does not exist in reality.

But Lao Hang looked at Yan Jiucheng, but found that under the same nervous gaze, there was excitement hidden in his eyes, that bloodthirsty excitement. For a while, the old hanging shuddered.

It is said that the Buddha and the devil are on the line, and this sentence is also very appropriate in the industry, not that the demon does not survive, and those who can be selected as top spies or counter-espionages are particularly outstanding geniuses in a certain aspect.

"Yan Jiucheng's character is a rare heroic personality, but he is too uncontrollable, and it is easy to become a demon when he acts, a very tricky demon. The old man gave this evaluation of Yan Jiucheng's performance throughout the training process more than once.

These are all known to Lao Hang, Gu Miqing, and Xuanlin.

Even, what Yan Jiucheng didn't know was that when he entered the gate of hell, the three of them received an order together, an order that Yan Jiucheng didn't know.

"In view of Yan Jiucheng's character, as well as the hero gene in his genes that is beyond ordinary people, it is easy to be a Buddha and a demon for a moment, so any of his actions, any actions that do not follow the previous agreement and take charge of the decision, must be reported as soon as possible, and, when necessary, once he is found to be abnormal, he will be killed immediately!"

What the old man said at that time made Lao Hang's heart startled, and he only felt a chill in his back spine, which was very uncomfortable, as if you were charging in front, and there would be a black muzzle hidden behind you to aim at you secretly.

But now, Lao Hang suddenly understood why the organization would give such an order.

At this time, in Yan Jiucheng's eyes, the excitement outside of nervousness made people tremble, as if he was not going to kill a person next, but to go to a banquet, to a carnival feast, looking cold-blooded and ruthless, even bloodthirsty.

This feeling of the Buddha and the devil is so strong and so obvious.

Once again, Lao Hang was glad that he was a teammate with him, not an opponent.

Yan Jiucheng made a gesture to start work, pulling Lao Hang out of a certain emotion, he quickly took a breath and looked at the two people, according to the direction, one on one side, one on the other, no one can miss, it must be done in one step.

The muscles on the two of them tensed instantly, and although the distance from here to the two of them was only five meters, it was still very difficult to kill these two people without making a sound.

Speed is the most important thing.

Yan Jiucheng's eyes fell on a wrench on the shelf, and suddenly thought of something, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and smiled, then picked up the wrench and glanced at Lao Hang.

Lao Hang glanced at the wrench in his hand, couldn't help but smile, looked at Yan Jiucheng with appreciation, and nodded.

Da ......

Yan Jiucheng threw the wrench to the opposite side of him, and the steel nail made a crisp click, threw it on the shelf, and then fell to the ground.

The sudden sound made the two people who were carrying the box instinctively turn their heads in the direction of the sound, from the side to Yan Jiucheng's side to the back, and at the moment when the heads of the two people turned at the same time, Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang were like leopards that had been dormant for a long time, and they rushed out of the back of the shelves in an instant.

Whoosh a few times.

The action was so fierce and the speed was so fast, not to mention that the two people carrying the box didn't react, even Yan Jiucheng himself was surprised, and the moment he rushed out, except for the person who was locked by him, it seemed that everything else had disappeared.

Yan Jiucheng didn't know what Lao Hang was thinking when he rushed out, and in his eyes, there was only a goal.

This gray-haired strong man on the right, who is one meter nine tall, is no longer a person in Yan Jiucheng's eyes at this time, just a target, the moment he rushes over, the target senses the abnormal movement behind him, and his head turns quickly.

However, it was too late.

The rope in Yan Jiucheng's hand had already thrown to his neck, and when he pulled it hard, the target's hand immediately instinctively stretched out to his neck, trying to tear the rope open.

This rope that can be hidden in the sleeve was called the High Iiii Tide Rope during World War II, and it is also called the Love Rope, which has a beautiful name. It was originally designed for female spies.

When do I need to use a set?

Naturally, when it is in bed, both men and women are uncontrollable and excited.

So when to use this lifeline?

Naturally, when the man's sprint is over and he is weak and puts it on the woman's body, at this time, the female spy only needs to touch a condom, gently tear it open, and pull out this lifeline from it to put it on the man's neck while no one is ready.

It is quite difficult for a woman to strangle a man, even if it is a man who is a little tired, after all, many * spies are not as good as Gu Miqing. And the advantage of this love rope comes out: handy.

I don't know what material it's made of, it's especially suitable for getting started, once the neck is hit, as if there is suction, it's hard for the other party to escape.

And now the improved lifeline is even more powerful, after putting on the other party's neck, Yan Jiucheng immediately felt the difference between the rope under the high technology and the ordinary rope. It seems to have elasticity, and it seems to have the ability to remember, and it feels like doing twice the result with half the effort.

The man made a dull sound, naturally he would not be strangled to death so obediently, whether it was the instinct to survive or the ability to fight, it made him instantly burst out with the most powerful counterattack, he frantically tried to grasp the rope with both hands around his neck, and after finding that this rope was different from other ropes, he quickly retreated.

Bang......

There was a muffled sound.

Yan Jiucheng's back hit the shelf behind him, and something seemed to fall.

This stepped back, and the hand seemed to loosen, and the man immediately smelled the breath of life, and grabbed Yan Jiucheng's hair violently, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and pulled wildly.

I saw a large handful of heads pulled out raw, revealing a piece of scalp.

Grabbed again, and another handful of hair pulled out.

And Yan Jiucheng was silent, at this time he didn't feel any pain at all, nor could he feel any movement around him, including the desperate struggle on Lao Jiao's side, he couldn't see or hear it.

The whole person only hears the sound of his own heartbeat.

Knock knock, knock knock.

Silently counting the numbers: one, two, three, four......

used all the strength of his body, no matter what the man reached out and touched and smashed on his head, he did not dodge or dodge, just pulled the rope in his hand with his head stuffy.

The strength of a one-meter-nine person's desperate struggle is indescribable, but unfortunately, the Oriental man he faced who was shorter than him had a coldness and firmness that ordinary people did not have, no matter how tall and strong you are, no matter how hard you struggle, it seems that you can't get into Yan Jiucheng's heart.

He had only one goal: to tighten the rope in his hands.

Yan Jiucheng has not killed anyone, he has killed in the gate of hell, and he has also killed in the war zone, but this is the first time he has strangled this person alive, even if this person is a member of a heinous black organization, it is still a life.

Perhaps, this person has executed many innocent people like this, but he didn't expect that he would be stuck in the throat and walk towards death in a moment.

XXXII, XXXIII, XXXIV......

Yan Jiucheng counted his heartbeat, his eyes fixed on the target.

The man's forehead was bruised, turning from red to purple, and the struggle of his body erupted violently when Yan Jiucheng counted to his thirties, and when he counted to fifty-six, the struggle was no longer violent.

Slowly, it didn't move.

The hand hung down.

And Yan Jiucheng still didn't let go of the rope in his hand, his eyes were cold-blooded and cruel, he raised his head and glanced at Lao Hang, and saw that Lao Hang was pulling the rope stiffly, but his face was facing the other side, not looking at the people struggling under him.

Seeing that Yan Jiucheng looked over, Lao Hang looked at him.

For a moment, both of them remembered a passage that the old man had read during the training:

"Counterespionage: The Bloody Battle of Berlin in 1942" counterintelligence god-like character Moro left a sentence to his teammates: The target is used to kill. Remember, when facing the enemy, they are the target, no matter how beautiful the other person looks like a woman, or how kind an old man he looks, you have to keep a clear head, they are the target, either you kill him or he kills you.

Each according to its own will, the only way is different, only fighting.