69. Exhausting confrontation

When Mo Lei was fighting hand-to-hand with the big killer.

Zhou Rui put a balaclava on his head, only showing his eyes and lips, and sneaked lightly on the road, even if someone saw him, he didn't know that he was the smiling chef of the 'Lion Awakening Hotel'.

Bypassing the dim street lamp, Zhou Rui hid his body well in the shadow of the trees and buildings on the side of the road, and the gun box containing the PSG-1 did not know where he hid it, but he was holding a short-barreled Uzi in his right hand. After all, there is no possibility of a sniper team in this area, and the remaining killers should have set up pockets somewhere waiting for Mo Lei to get into.

The sound of fighting not far behind him did not affect Zhou Rui's thinking and vigilance at all, he could see that Mo Lei should be an expert in cold weapons and martial arts, and it was very likely that he would not be able to resist 15 seconds in close combat with him, as for those two killers, it is estimated that killing ordinary people can directly make people scared to death, but compared with the fighting skills exchanged for life on the battlefield, there is still more than a cut behind.

If you want to kill Mo Lei, hehe, I'm afraid it's difficult, the probability of being counter-killed is ninety-nine, and the remaining one percent is also Mo Lei's injury and the other party's death. Of course, it will only drain his physical strength, which is what the enemy wants - to injure him, and then he loses the strength to resist, and then kill him. wave after wave, so that Mo Lei could be killed.

No matter what type of troops, it is very important to be able to patrol the environment in different areas with various methods suitable for their own observation, especially special forces, because they must often march covertly or perform tasks behind enemy lines at night, too close to the enemy or hostile people, and often in places where it is inconvenient to observe the surrounding environment, how to identify their accurate location under various conditions and terrain is crucial.

Zhou Rui took the square where Mo Lei was fighting hand-to-hand as the central axis, first took 100 meters as the radius, and quickly circled, when he did the second inspection, the radius expanded to 200 meters, he knew that if the other party was not within 300 meters, then he must be waiting for Mo Lei in the direction of the two exits of the town, the intersection of the south is a flat river, at least two people are needed to form a cross fire, and the intersection of the north is a hillside dozens of meters out, as long as one person holds the commanding heights, Mo Lei has no chance to escape.

The question is how many people are actually chasing him? Judging from the sniper's stupid behavior, the other party knows that he shouldn't know that he is such a person, otherwise he will directly get a portable rocket-booster grenade launcher, but the other party may not want to make a big move like a war, after all, there are too many tourists from all over the world in this town, and once the matter is big, it will cause a greater international impact.

300 meters behind the monster, Mo Lei stretched out his body and hung a few colors, the big killer seemed to be in a state of semi-madness, waving a heavy machete with one hand, the knife slashed, stabbed, pulled, and slashed towards Mo Lei's vital point, but it was still extremely flexible, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, as long as he seized the opportunity, he smashed on Mo Lei's body and joints, and his knees and heels also came countless times on Mo Lei's body. Mo Lei's eyes, the corners of his mouth, and his nose were bloody, and if the light was clear, he could see that his face was bruised, but his dagger only cut the killer's clothes, and he didn't even scratch the skin, and was forced back again and again by the mad killer, until he was pushed to the other side of the road, where there were no cars parked, and behind him was a row of tall trees, and then there was the sidewalk and the flower beds on the side of the road.

This is it.

Mo Lei leaned against the tree, sweating profusely, shortness of breath, several wounds on his hands and shoulders were bleeding out, in just half a minute, he beat the big guy who looked bulky but extremely flexible, and his fists, knees, and elbows hit the other party like they hit cowhide, and it looked like it had no effect on that guy.

Seeing that Mo Lei could not avoid it, the big killer slashed at Mo Lei's shoulder with a knife in both hands, and he even imagined that the big knife slashed into the short man's neck and chest, or it could also be disemboweled. But he suddenly found that his knife had slashed into the trunk of the tree, slashing a full two inches.

He was about to pull out the blade of the knife, the little Chinese slid into his arms, the dagger in his hand stabbed into his abdomen, the little man's body continued to slide forward, the dagger cut a hole in his stomach, at that moment, he felt the strength of his whole body pour out with the thin scar on his abdomen.

Mo Lei was still not at ease, after stopping, he turned around, jumped up, and the dagger in his hand was thrust into the back of the big killer's head, and when he landed, he stumbled and almost slipped to the ground, but the dagger in his hand was still stuck in the back of the big killer's head and could not be pulled out.

The big man held his abdomen with his stupid hands, the opening was very thin at the beginning, and the blood oozed out was also a thin line, and suddenly the opening expanded rapidly as if the floodgates had been opened, and the big man staggered forward like a drunk, stretching out a hand to support the tree trunk, but he was still a little bit before he lost his strength,

Crashed to the ground.

Mo Lei was panting, half dead of exhaustion, and his whole body felt like he had fallen apart.

More than three minutes, this is the longest time spent solving the problem in this period of time, and the close hand-to-hand combat of life and death is too physically demanding, unless it is this kind of pervert who likes to use a big knife to solve the problem.

Of course, if the physical strength you choose is at its peak, it may not take so long. After all, the other party found such a killer, and ordinary people could afford to toss these two brothers.

He had just heard the big killer muttering as he swung his knife, and he knew that the little man he had stabbed to death earlier was actually the older brother of the big man, and his name was 'Baba'.

But he can't stay here any longer, first, the fighting and gunfire have turned on the lights in some buildings, and the police should come soon, and secondly, he also suspects that the other party is these three people? One stalking two responsible for killing? Could it be that a troop of centaurs lurks in this small town within a radius of several kilometers? So, why hasn't their people shown up yet? Do you wait until you're exhausted?

Calming down his breathing and holding back the pain from various parts of his body, Mo Lei first pulled out a dagger on the ground on the still twitching corpse, the blood on the ground and the others were in a mess, and he had to carefully avoid the blood when he approached the corpse, but he still couldn't stop the stench and smell of blood.

Rushing to the place where the first pistol slipped down, Mo Lei groped for the Walter P99 under the car, but unfortunately the magazine fell off, and the other one didn't know where to fly, and it was not easy to find it under the street lamp. The people sleeping in the square had already been awakened, and at this moment, they were grouped around and pointing at this side, and when they saw Mo Lei, who was covered in blood, take out a pistol under the car, they quickly retracted.

Gotta get out of here, I can't fucking look for a car here.

Mo Lei stuck his pistol in his waist, crossed the street, and limped into the alley between the two small roads, he needed to find a less obtrusive car to get out of here, the car he had driven before had been abandoned outside the town, but now he could no longer use it. But he also needed to rest, and he wondered if he would go into the mountains again and sleep for a day. It's better to find a trolley and leave here, and then make plans after recovering from your injuries.

I don't know if Mr. Wang's son can temporarily hold the Chinese community.

A wave of dizziness hit, there seemed to be a foreign body gushing out of his throat, he knew that he must have had a slight concussion, the previous injury to his ribs should have been cracked by now, his face and the corners of his mouth were numb, his left eye began to tingle and blur, it should be swollen, it was like he had a fucking fight with a giant bear.

He rushed along the base of the wall, behind the small building was a wall of about 2 meters, he felt that he could not climb over, he could only lean against the wall and gasp violently for a few seconds, and then heard the sound of gunfire outside.

Gunshot? The sound of a submachine gun

The sound was like that of Gauguin's shoes on a seeping carpet, but it was heard clearly at night, it was the gunfire of the Uzi submachine gun with a muffler.

Who else will use an Uzi submachine gun around here? And each time it was a burst of three bursts, 9 rounds were used, and the speed was controlled just right. Uzi was originally a suitable weapon for urban street fighting, but the submachine guns used by the killers who came to assassinate Mo Lei before were almost all of the AK series, and the only guy who used the HK series broke his elbow, so, who is it now? Conflict with whom?

Zhou Rui's figure quickly flashed in Mo Lei's head.

Not good!

Mo Lei left the wall and ran a few steps back, turned around, ran up, climbed the wall with both hands and quickly climbed over the waist, and when he landed, the Walter P99 on his waist fell to the ground, he didn't know it, he just pulled his legs and ran towards the place where the gun sounded.

The town's police had not yet been dispatched, as if they were ignorant of Mo Lei's gunfire and fighting on the side of the road in the square.

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