I threw myself at the enemy's feet and touched his knees.

Not bad as I expected, the enemy was wearing a pair of long leather boots, and he had guards strapped to his knees.

My favorite technique is to hit the enemy's knees so that his legs are weak enough to kneel on the ground, but now that he has a guard in the way, I can't use this skill at all.

I simply changed my routine, stretched out my hands, and hugged his legs. I also reminded the beard, "Brother, up!" ”

The beard "grinned" and answered. He also leaned over and engaged the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

This enemy is not bad, at least he fought with the beard and did not fall below. And suddenly, I heard a muffled "bang" and my beard "hummed". I guess Beard suffered in the dark.

The enemy didn't like to fight, and he tried to move his legs to get rid of me.

It is said that the arm can't twist the thigh, and he is so full of force, I can't hold him anymore.

I almost watched as he escaped from my arms. Then he wanted to run to the staircase, presumably to call for reinforcements.

I sat on the ground cold, unable to get up quickly. I can only scratch around.

It so happened that I had touched a string, which was more likely to be the lace of an enemy's boot.

I clung to the lace and didn't let go. The enemy must not have expected that at such a moment, the shoelaces would be able to trap him.

He tripped over his shoelaces, and he lost his balance, stumbling a few times, and then falling to the ground with a thud.

Beard was originally holding his stomach angry, but this time he smiled from the bottom of his heart when he saw the enemy's mistake.

The beard is really bad, and he makes a big jump and rides on the back of the enemy.

The enemy wanted to get up, but the weight of the beard's entire body weighed on him. He couldn't do it.

The beard stretched out his hands and grabbed at the enemy's hair. He tugged at the other's hair, lifted the other's head, and slammed it to the ground.

I heard a "knock knock" sound. The enemy screamed twice and then stopped moving. I guess this guy fainted.

I saw that the beard didn't mean to take his hand, so I hurriedly leaned over to him and reminded, "Don't do that useless work, especially the kowtow is too loud, don't alarm the downstairs." ”

The beard reacted at once, and immediately let go of his hands.

I told the beard not to be idle, and to search it quickly to see if I could find a weapon from the enemy.

We're both taking action. The beard focused on the enemy's waist and muttered, "What is this?" Dagger! ”

The beard seemed to be pleased with the dagger, and praised it again and again. And I said in my heart, he just pursued it.

I focused all my energy on the enemy's feet, because the enemy wore these boots that were weird, and they had a small pocket at the ankle.

I opened the pocket and pulled out a little brinket from inside.

This gadget is very much like a toy, and it gives me the impression that it is not made of ordinary material, not like steel, but has the meaning of glass or plastic.

While keeping an eye on the staircase, I pulled out my phone and looked at the gadget through the screen.

It is a gun, and it is very small and transparent, and the bullets and chambers in it can be seen clearly.

While the beard was holding the dagger, he also looked at me. He snorted and said was it the real thing or a fake?

I did relate to one thing, which is what I learned when I watched the news, that if a terrorist or an agent wants to infiltrate a country to do a mission, they often choose to carry a kind of glass gun, which is specially made or tempered, so that they can get through the plane security check.

I suspect that this small pocket gun in front of me belongs to this category of special weapons.

I tried fiddling a few more times to get the insurance out of the way. But I felt the barrel and couldn't find the safe at all.

I asked the beard, "Do you know this gun?" ”

The beard leaned in and shook his head.

I continued to ponder and tried a few more places. Just as we both seemed confused, a voice appeared behind us, and it was hoarse.

It told them, "The safety of this gun is on the side, and there is an inconspicuous trench there, and it is enough to make a stroke at it." ”

We both blew up all at once. Come to think of it, I don't even know when this man appeared and walked around behind us with such vigilance.

I twisted my head with my beard. The man leaned forward, and stretched out his hands, grabbing me and his beard. He also muttered, "Don't move! ”

It's no wonder that my beard and I can not move. The two of us also had a tacit understanding and suddenly punched together.

My left fist, my beard's right fist, and we both hit the man in the face.

With two "bangs", we both hit him in the eye sockets. In addition, based on the feeling of the hand, I seriously doubt that this person has practiced hard kung fu, and his head and eye sockets are really hard enough. My fists hurt faintly.

The man took a step back and coughed repeatedly.

I didn't want to stop with the beard, and the beard said you go down and I go up. We both pounced again.

The beard still had a dagger in his hand, and he wanted to put it on the man's neck, but the man was so agile that he shook his body violently.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the man moved from front of us to the side.

I'm already getting out of the way, and it's a little too late to change the way through. I ended up falling to the ground.

His beard was about the same as mine, and he ended up next to me, especially when half of his body was pressed against my arm, which made my arm a little numb from the cold.

The man no longer gave me and the beard a chance, and he quickly ran over and touched his lower back.

I could only feel intuitively, and he seemed to pull out something. He was still holding it up and squirting at me and my beard.

With the sound of "snort", my whole face was covered in white mist.

It's a spray-type drug, and I've been on this stuff before, but I can't blame it, it's too strong for me to bear.

My beard and I both rolled our eyes up. The man let out a long sigh and coughed a few times.

I was dizzy, but not to the point of being unconscious, and listening to the cough always felt familiar.

The man leaned over and reached out and grabbed one of my legs and one of my beard's. He dragged us like a dead dog, and walked to a nearby room.

I tried to figure out a way to escape. But I have to say that in my current state, I am simply exhausted.

Eventually Beard and I were dragged into the room, and the man closed the door and locked it.

He crouched down next to us and pulled a flashlight out of his coat pocket. He unscrewed the flashlight and let it stand upside down on the ground.

I could see this man's face clearly by such dim light.

He turned out to be an old snake, the "sick tuberculosis" who once went with us to the Grand Canyon to catch the Gu King.

During this time, the old snake was coughing and looking at me. He was very dissatisfied and said, "Lao Tzu is already old, and he is a little old and dizzy, this time I was hit by the two of you twice, can I still have these eyes?" ”

Then the old snake was a little angry, pointed at the two of us and said, "I told you two not to move just now, why didn't you listen to me?" ”

I had a hard time talking to Beard, but Beard still struggled to reply, "Who knew we knew each other, and you didn't report the tuba?" ”

After I saw the old snake listen, his whole face sank even more. I thought to myself that it would not be wise to talk back to him at this time.

I added another sentence, saying that the two of us were injured by mistake, and also asked the old snake brother not to blame.

The old snake's expression softened slightly. He shifted again and leaned closer to me.

He reached out and touched my neck and chest, rubbing it against a few acupuncture points.

I know that he is also a master of acupuncture, and after being rubbed by him a few times, I feel that there is a hot blood in my chest, and under its back and forth, my body is not so weak.

I tried to sit up. The beard looked in his eyes and shouted, asking the old snake to rub it for him too.

The old snake shook his head and replied, "You just bear with it, Lao Tzu is not available." ”

Then I looked him at each other coldly. I knew in my heart why the old snake had come to this villa.

As for the old snake, he suddenly said a few times, "I haven't seen you for a long time, your kid's ability has grown a lot, and it's not easy to be the boss of the Wild Dog Gang." ”

The old snake gave me a thumbs up. I didn't say anything along the subject, especially on the issue of the Wild Dog Boss, and no amount of time I talked to him, it didn't make much sense.

I was silent for a while, and then I asked him, "Where do you want to take David captive this time?" ”

The old snake is also a smart man, and he grinned at my straightforward question.

He didn't hide it, and then he added, "To some, David is an unpardonable traitor and an enemy of the people, but to us he is a box for money, and we will get him and exchange it." ”

Of course, the old snake also knew my situation, and he then added, "Xiao Rou sees that you are her legal husband, and this time she specially treats you and the Wild Dog Gang preferentially, and only captures but does not kill." So I'll give you a suggestion, don't worry about David's business this time, the Wild Dog Gang will lose one mission at most, but they will never lose any lives, otherwise ......"

How awkward do I hear it, especially when did I get married to Xiaorou?

I don't want to talk about me and Xiaorou in front of the old snake. I'll put that aside and focus on David.

I told the old snake not to rush to capture David, and I wanted to go on, but when the old snake heard the first sentence, he coughed violently and interrupted me.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a glass gun. He also skillfully "clicked" and loaded the gun.

He asked me, "I've just said it clearly enough, and I've shown mercy to my subordinates, but why are you so stubborn, like Elm?" David, we have taken captive this time, and your current situation, if you have to tear your face with me, there is only one end. ”

The old snake slowly raised his gun, and he pointed it at me first, but perhaps thinking of something, he turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the beard again.

From what I know about the old snake, this man is very evil, and he can even do things that don't make sense. I'm afraid that in order to scare me, he will not really shoot and kill the beard.

I simply picked out the most important points of my thoughts and said them in a brief sentence, "David can give it to you, but it will be two days later." ”