Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Bullet Cutter

The two of us came up in a blazing white-knuckle fight, with a quick cure, and now neither of us dared to make any other moves, let alone distract myself from kicking a kick that would kill my opponent, and I didn't even have time to throw a pistol with no bullets in my left hand.

Despite this, the mentality of the two of us is completely different: my mission has been completed, without the slightest mental pressure, and I am now fighting for my life; But he is different, his psychological pressure is obviously much greater than mine, first of all, he is a pursuer, people have chased him, but what about his five subordinates? One was attacked and killed by a leopard, of course, even if he didn't die, he was ruthlessly stripped of a large layer of skin, one was killed by a grenade I modified because he was too anxious, and three were killed in an instant by my miniature pistol, and now he is the only one left, and the psychological pressure can be imagined. Secondly, and very importantly, they got the news that there were three of us, and now that there was only one of us, he must have muttered in his heart: Where did those two people go? Will it suddenly appear behind him and attack him? He must have heard of the hand-to-hand combat ability of Captain Ji and me, otherwise they wouldn't have been so cautious along the way, and it took more than thirty hours to track them down here?

Obviously, both of us were wearing bulletproof vests, and it was evident from the fact that the guy's defense was focused on the throat and arms, and the dagger and military spikes couldn't pierce the bulletproof vest, so the focus of our attacks was on the other's throat and arms. My offense is mainly straight and oblique stabs, which are more labor-saving; And he is mainly oblique stabs, more flexible, and of course more strengering. Another point is that my military spur is mounted on his little arm, which is about 20 centimeters longer than the double-headed dagger he is holding horizontally, and my little arm can be protected, and he can block his sharp blade at will, but he can't, but has to involve some energy to protect the whole arm. The two of us are about the same height and strength, so my advantage is obvious. Besides, I still have a miniature pistol in my left hand that can be "catapulted" out at any time as a hidden weapon.

I'm now empty-minded, dedicated to fighting, both offensive and defensive, and I'm going to use this method to strain his will to fight, waiting for the moment to strike the fatal blow. Neither of us was silent, our teeth clenched, and we tried to do the most damage to each other while defending against our opponents' attacks. From the time we threw the corpses in our hands at the same time and began to attack each other, to now, in just over ten seconds, the four terrifying sharp weapons have collided with each other hundreds of times, and the intensity of hand-to-hand combat can be imagined.

Suddenly, my eyes were blazing, my face showed imperceptible excitement, and my hands increased the intensity of my attacks, and the strength of my arms increased dramatically. It was a little trick I used, and I knew that while the guy was engrossed in the movement of my arms and legs, the afterglow of his eyes must be watching mine, and my unusually excited expression seemed to tell him that my helper was coming. As expected, he immediately showed a look of panic, and the door he guarded was not so strict. At this point, I suddenly shouted: "helpme". I didn't speak in Chinese, but in English, which almost everyone could understand. I'm not afraid that he will see through my tricks, all I want is his momentary distraction, and I can break through his defense line in one fell swoop and give him the most fatal blow.

At the moment of the guy's slump, my right arm and the military thorn made an arc, and suddenly opened his two sharp weapons, and the sharp military thorn on the left arm stabbed him in the throat like lightning, and the miniature pistol in my hand suddenly shot out, hitting him straight in the face. The guy was startled and retreated in a panic. All I wanted was for him to step back in the moment, and my right leg, which had already gathered strength, kicked into his crotch. The guy was even more frightened, and in a hurry he bent his right leg to take my earth-shattering blow, but he threw his thick neck to the left, dodging my stab. I easily pulled the thorn back again, blocking a double-headed dagger he pierced my throat, and in the process of pulling back, the thorn left a deep "mark" on his thick neck, and the bright red blood spurted out instantly, and then the legs of the two slammed together, and the guy screamed backwards and threw the two sharp double-headed daggers aside, he covered his thick neck with both hands, trying to stop the blood from spurting out.

I just kicked him in the thigh, and I know the force of that kick best, and I guess the guy is at least a comminuted fracture, and I can draw this conclusion from his miserable and crazy voice. It seems that he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair or a bed, of course, on the premise that I give him a chance to live, but I am not one of those "super kind" people in the anti-Japanese drama, with a "bodhisattva heart" that even God is moved by. I quickly hooked a submachine gun with my toes, used it as a "bullet cutter", and slammed the slab blow to the guy's bleeding neck, "cutting" his head off with a blazing bullet in an instant. However, the moment I struck him on the neck, he had pulled the two grenades from his shoulders at the same time, and he wanted to die with me. I know the power of a grenade, and the fastest explosive grenade in the world has a delay of more than 1.2 seconds, so I definitely have enough time to dodge. I walked behind the tree, lay on the rotten leaves, swallowed, and waited for the grenade to explode.

A second later, the two grenades exploded at the same time, and despite the best protection I had, the loud explosion shook my heart, and a "rain of minced flesh" fell all around. It seems that the guy wearing the mask has truly achieved "heavenly burial" and returned to the embrace of nature.

After this "rain of minced flesh", I stood up and looked at the mess on the ground, the mutilated corpse was already full of flesh and blood, and the disfigured head had rolled far to the side, and there was no longer the appearance of a "face", and the iron mask could not protect his face. Seriously, I have a lot of respect for his blood, but as an opponent, I have to do it, and it's the same with him. On the battlefield, there is no doubt that mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. The other four corpses were also displaced by the blast and changed into other positions, lying there quietly, waiting for the other animals to eat their bodies and return to the great cycle of nature.

I quickly gathered their guns together, removed the magazines and took them with me, and took off the two grenades from each of them and hung them on myself, I pulled one of the grenades and pressed it under a relatively intact corpse, whether it was a person or an animal, as long as he wanted to turn the corpse, I would let him (it) compensate for the taste of the "iron steamed bun" that could bloom. I took only a pistol and a submachine gun, and I dismantled the rest and threw them into the surrounding forest. I'm going to get out of this place quickly, from the explosion of the grenade I arranged to now, about seventy seconds or so, this place is already very unsafe, especially just now I cut off the guy's head with a submachine gun, two suicide grenades exploded at the same time, the sound will definitely go far away, if they are several groups acting in parallel at the same time, I am in danger of being surrounded by them.

So, I went back the way I had been, so that the probability of being spotted was the lowest. It's mostly dawn now, and despite the heavy fog in the forest, it doesn't affect normal movement anymore.

Sure enough, about a hundred and fifty meters or so, I saw the poor leopard to whom I owed a great favor, covered in blood and "intimately embraced" with a stout guy in camouflage, whose big mouth was still clenching the fellow's throat. It seems that it is indeed extremely hungry, and it is unwilling to let go of the greedy big flower mouth until death, and it is estimated that the fresh blood of the unlucky guy has not had time to flow into its empty stomach, and the raindrops of bullets have ruthlessly penetrated its body, ruthlessly expelling the breath of life contained in the **.

And the hapless guy grabbed the leopard's ears with both hands, and saw that he meant to push the leopard away so that he could breathe more easily, but wasn't that a joke? To put it simply, his strength alone is not enough, even if the six of them use their strength at the same time, they may not be able to push away this hungry and crazy leopard! As a result, his fate had to be the same as that of this poor leopard, but fortunately, his soul would not be lonely on the way to heaven, and with this leopard accompanying him throughout the whole process, maybe after all the way of talking, the two souls could become good friends!

I just looked at them, and didn't stop walking, let alone take the grenades and bullet magazines on his body, so that the followers would know that I had been back, and besides, it was covered with blood, and I didn't want to let myself get more blood on it, so that the enemy could follow me, easily find me, and let myself fall into the abyss of danger again.

I wanted to go back and get back to the road as soon as possible, and get the car and escape. But in the end, I gave up on the idea, and I couldn't do it quickly. Now that the forest is surrounded by danger, and the big carnivores are ready to prepare "breakfast", I don't need to touch their moldy heads at this time, and stick a bar in the normal food chain, although I can easily use the heat weapon in my hand to deal with them, but I can't do this, slaughtering God's people for no reason, I will be punished.

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