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"Are you alright?" Griffin asked.

"That's it! We can get closer to each other. ”

Cliff walked slowly forward, and Griffin, with his left hand in his pocket, walked towards him, gradually raising the muzzle of his gun.

“……”

"He aimed at my nose, and he squinted at it with all his heart, you rascal! It's not an uncomfortable feeling, so I'll look at his bracelet. ”

Cliff thought so, and before he could turn his mind, something hissed in his ear. At the same time, gunshots rang out.

"It doesn't matter if I hear it." The thought flashed through Cliff's mind. He took another step, didn't aim, and pulled the trap.

Griffin jumped slightly, pressed his hand to his thigh, and a stream of blood ran down his white pants.

Cliff dropped his pistol, ran to his opponent and said, "Are you hurt?"

"You have the right to tell me to go back to the line, it doesn't matter if I am injured, according to our rules, each of us can also fire another shot." Griffin said.

"Yes, but, I'm sorry, next time," replied Cliff, and he hurried to hold Griffin, whose face gradually turned pale.

"Now, I'm not a duel, I'm a doctor, and I'll have to examine your injuries before I talk about anything else. Peter! Come here, G! Where did you go?" Cliff said with concern.

"It's all nonsense...... I don't need help! Griffin said with a shudder.

"We should ...... ...... again" Griffin tried to pull him by the shoulder, but his hands were no longer listening to him, his eyes were blurry, and he lost consciousness.

First of all, Griffin and Cliff didn't cause major damage, it was just a brainstorming session on Griffin, rehearsing a duel, imagining a western cowboy, and teaching Cliff a lesson, but no matter how he conceived it, the result was out of his control.

So another real showdown began.

The noisy dancing of one and the calm waiting of the other began, and the struggle began.

A chair was toppled over, and Griffin and Cliff's large leather shoes trampled on the white sandstone bricks, but their breathing became shorter, and their wheezing was heard, their faces swelled as if the coals of the bend were red, and the flames seemed to be glimpsed through the bright holes of their eyes.

"It's hit!" Cliff roared, then continued, "I've knocked you to the! ”

Indeed, Cliff's fist, like a flail striking sideways, touched the shoulders of his enemies.

Cliff suppressed a groan of pain and a soft, dull sound of a wounded muscle, and immediately answered him with a blow that reached his chest, and if he hadn't dodged in a continuous goat-like jump, his muscles might have been crumbled.

However, this blow hit Cliff's left waist, and it came so violently that he staggered and cut off his breath. A fury seized at him, and he felt his arm go limps in pain.

Cliff now pounced on him like a beast, aiming at his opponent's belly, trying to kick his foe to death with his toes.

Soon, Cliff was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and his fists were only struck by chance.

Despite Cliff's rage, Griffin continued to cover himself, almost flashing all the blows, only a few scrapes to his skin, one of his ears cracked, a fingernail scratching a piece of flesh on his head, and feeling such a burning pain, he also took turns cursing and unleashed a terrible and straight attack on the other man's chest.

Again, Cliff jumped and dodged, but he lowered his fist and struck his opponent in the face, flattening his nose and injuring one eye, and immediately, a stream of blood flowed from his nostrils, and the eye swollen and turned pale blue.

The poor scoundrel was blinded by the blood gushing out, and his brain was stunned, and he only shook his arm into the air, but another blow to the chest finally knocked Cliff down.

With a "snap" sound, Cliff fell to the ground on all fours, as heavy as a bag of lime.

Griffin stopped all his movements, looked at Cliff on the ground and said, "Get up again!" If you still want to, we can start again. ”

Without replying to the other's words, Cliff, after a few seconds of stupidity, moved on the ground, stretched his limbs, struggled to his feet, knelt on his knees, curled into a ball, and remained for a moment, his hand deep in his pocket, making something invisible to men.

Then, when Cliff stood up, he pounced again, his throat swollen with a savage roar.

But the people who watched the excitement saw Cliff's movements, regardless of their own will, as a qualified subordinate, if they didn't help their boss at this time, they would forget it, and remind the enemy, is this considered a traitor?

Seeing the excitement, a loud shout from Cliff's onlookers burst out from his heart, and he was amazed, as if he had confessed to the mutiny, to confess the mutiny that even he did not know: "You beware! He's taken out his knife!"

Griffin was reminded to dodge the first blow with his arm as quickly as possible.

The fabric of Griffin's shirt had been cut by the thick blade, it was a sharp military bayonet, not a Swiss army knife, and he had grabbed Cliff's wrist, and a terrible struggle was going on, and he felt that if he let go, he would be finished, and the other struggled to get out and strike at him.

The weapon was lowered, and both Griffin and Cliff's sturdy limbs were tired, and on two occasions Griffin seemed to feel the cold steel touching his skin, and he had to make such a desperate effort that he almost crushed the other's wrists with such a clenching that the knife slipped out of his open hands.

Both threw themselves to the ground, but Griffin picked them up and danced it in turns, and he tossed Cliff under his knees, threatening to slit the throat of the downed man.

"Ahh Fucking bastards, liars, go taste it!" An ugly voice stuned him in Griffin's body, which rose up from his viscera like a hammer and struck his head, a sudden madness of killing, a savage need to smell blood, which had never shook him like this.

However, Griffin was not intoxicated, he still led the mad police, struggling on the edge of the system, not yet reached, trembling with disappointment, fighting against this shameless old disease.

At last Griffin got the better of himself, threw the knife behind his back, and whispered in a sargmy voice, "Get up again, get out of here!" ”

This time, Cliff's men quickly pounced, but did not dare to intervene in their midst, risking the blow of misfortune, and he did not want people to see his former best friends kill each other.

Cliff's anger reached an indescribable level, and his men, standing straight close to the ring.

Cliff's men knew that they had been shouting too early, so they pretended to be calm, and looked around at other places, but did not look at the places where the two bosses were.

Cliff, who was almost wounded in both legs, decided to light his cigarette, and the cigarette was slowly burning with a tinkling, crisp Chibo lighter.

Cliff's men knew that this was the end of the battle, so they faced the two men who were still alive, and the stupid man stared at him, not knowing what he was thinking, and walked towards Griffin and them.

"Get out of here!" Griffin's tone is not good, which has nothing to do with whether the other party helps him or not, and he is indifferent.

"Get out of here, or I'll kill you!" Cliff stood up again, said viciously, and then wiped the blood that continued to flow from his nose with the back of his hand, his jaw splattered with red fluid, his eyes wounded, and he dragged his feet and legs, slowly walking away in his frenzy of defeat.

Cliff's men had to walk together, of course, so he followed his boss with a mechanical pace.

But as Cliff straightened up, his hatred erupted into a flood of obscene words: "Fuck! ”

In fact, the origin of this scene, this fight, is that Griffin went to Cliff's billiard room to find him at the beginning, and the two of them lost some of his teammates and was ambushed during the capture process because of the exchange of information.

This can't be said to be Cliff's fault, because his identity determines the risk, and as an intelligence monger, a professional city intelligence dealer who sells you intelligence as long as he can afford it, no one can be 100% sure that he will not be betrayed.

Griffin is a good example, when he told Cliff about James, filled in the gaps in Cliff's information about James, and then he got the information about the murderer, but what he didn't expect was that Cliff accepted something other than friendship, that is, a large amount of money, betrayed Griffin, and provided Griffin's arrest information to the killer.

However, in a narrow sense, this is not a betrayal, after all, Cliff only provided the name of the inside line to the killer organization, and as for what Griffin's inside line confessed, he had no way of knowing, and he didn't need to know.

Of course, Cliff also knows that after this incident, his friends will resent him and take revenge on him, but is he still the fledgling stunned young man? Of course not, now he doesn't belong to the other forces of the city, but no one from any force will do anything to him, because he is neutral, he provides information, insider information to any party, as long as you have what he needs, these things include information exchanges, money, payment methods for rights.

Now with Cliff's status in the rivers and lakes, he is not afraid of revenge, he will only choose the lesser of two evils, so Griffin is unlucky, and he himself pays a little price, leaving a little blood, which is better than not dying.

And James is lucky, he is an unrelated person, but because of a wrong behavior (drunk driving and hitting someone), in the right time, saved Griffin's right behavior, in the wrong time, the terrible consequences, actually successfully entered the train of the substation, and also cleared his innocence.

The world is so wonderful, if there were no miracles, then life would be extremely painful; If there is no hope, then who will be able to hold out to change their fate?

This is not two straight lines that do not intersect, if they do not intersect, how can there be a story, how can there be a wonderful existence, this is not an easter egg, this is a time to be continued......