178. Dialogue is a good start

"We can talk, that's a good start, isn't it?"

Nixon and Mo Lei kept a distance of about one meter and a half, and the two would glance at each other from time to time, both vigilant to each other's every small move, and gradually the two of them even walked in the same pace, and outsiders would think that this was a pair of good friends who had been together for many years.

"I think that's a good start unless you give me the pistol at your waist and left ankle, the pistol at the back of your neck, and the dagger on your right leg."

Mo Lei's left hand had already tucked the scalpel into the tenon at his wrist, and he had already moved the pistol behind his waist to the right when he walked over to find Nixon. It is a secret that the left hand is more powerful than the right hand, and for the time being, Nixon can be tested with his right hand first, and now that Nixon is walking on his left side, his right hand is more convenient to move.

He didn't ask Nixon why he recognized him, which was okay to tell as a joke. After all, with Nixon's professionalism, he should have already compared and memorized all the shapes of Mo Lei after his disguise. It's just that this guy rushed to the Chinese community, could it be that his whereabouts were leaked? Aren't the high-ranking soldiers also in danger?

The two walked out of the gate, walked through the road in the middle of the parking lot, walked past the sculpture at the door, and looked at the dark mountains and forests beyond the lights of the Chinese community, Nixon couldn't help but ask, "Mo Lei, where are you going to take me to chat?" I'm afraid you won't be able to find me. ”

After saying this not funny joke, Nixon himself laughed. But his footsteps did not stop, following the rhythm of Mo Lei's footsteps, towards the road leading to the town of Kalka.

"Nixon, is this your real name?" Mo Lei did not answer Nixon's question, but adjusted his breathing, mobilized the muscles of his body, and asked casually, his voice was extremely low.

"If Mo Lei is your real name, why can't Nixon be real?" Nixon's ten fingers are one by one, he is nearly three centimeters taller than Mo Lei, and he always looks at Mo Lei inadvertently when he speaks.

"Why are you here? Sent to death? ”

As he spoke, Nixon had a small pistol in his left palm, slightly to the right of his body, and his left hand raised. But Mo Lei's right hand was faster, he was half a step behind, his right foot was in front, and his right hand suddenly reached forward to grab Nixon's left hand, twisting it vigorously in a counterclockwise direction, and the scalpel on his left hand jumped out and stabbed Nixon in the throat.

Nixon simply gave up the two-shot pistol in the palm of his left hand, sank his body, and took his left hand out of Mo Lei's right hand, the handle of his right hand opened Mo Lei's scalpel, and the handle of the knife hit Mo Lei's left wrist downward, and after failure, the tip of the knife stabbed Mo Lei's throat, and his left hand backhanded grabbed Mo Lei's right arm.

Mo Lei's right leg retreated to avoid the dagger, his right hand turned out, blocking Nixon's left hand, and then slammed forward, and after Nixon's dagger stabbed over, his body squatted slightly, Nixon's dagger slid along Mo Lei's ear, and Mo Lei's hands had already wrapped Nixon's right hand, just about to twist his body, Nixon's right arm must have been fractured.

The black man hurriedly threw away the dagger and pulled out the gun with his left hand, but Mo Lei let go of his arms, and a head hammer hit Nixon's jaw hard, and then with the idea of being stabbed by other cold weapons on Nixon's body, Mo Lei passed under the opponent's right armpit, grabbed Nixon's right hand holding the gun with his right hand, pressed the thumb of his left hand against the opponent's laryngeal bone, and the remaining four fingers grabbed the right neck artery.

He just wanted to crush the opponent's throat, but Nixon squatted down violently, and hit his right elbow back with a throat injury, but was opened by Mo Lei, Nixon's pistol fell, and he hooked Mo Lei's right leg with his right foot backwards and sat down hard. Mo Lei hooked Nixon's shoulders, and the two fell to the ground together, their left knee facing forward, and the two people rolled on the spot after their bodies separated, and got up again, scuffling together.

In the dim light, the two confronted each other out of breath, Mo Lei's left fingers clamped the blade behind the belt, Nixon didn't know where to pull out a knife, the blade reflected in the light, the left hand shook in front of Mo Lei, the right hand stabbed Mo Lei's waist in the back blade, Mo Lei stepped back with his right leg, and the four fingers of his right hand were together and slammed into Nixon's ribs, when his fingers touched the flesh, Nixon snorted in his throat, and the dagger blade cut backwards to Mo Lei's right aorty, But the blade of Mo Lei's left hand slashed the back of Nixon's hand, and blood suddenly burst out from under the blood stains, and Nixon's dagger fell to the ground.

Taking two steps back, Nixon looked at Mo Lei, who was ready to attack, smiled, raised the back of his hand to look at the wound, and Nixon pulled out a knife from his back again.

"Enough tried, and so are you. Now you can die. ”

Mo Lei pounced on him without saying a word, dodging Nixon's first knife, but the second cut through Mo Lei's coat and T-shirt, cutting a deep cut in his right shoulder. Nixon's movements were suddenly faster and more vicious, jumping around like a monkey, and his left hand took the opportunity to punch Mo Lei in the nose.

The more furious he was, the calmer he was, Mo Lei suddenly took advantage of Nixon's retreat to follow up, dodged the dagger, hugged Nixon's waist with both hands and fell backwards, smashed Nixon to the road, pressed his hands on the ground, bounced up again, and kicked Nixon's head with his left heel that was about to roll and jump, Nixon was still rolling his body on the ground, turning his legs in the direction of facing Mo Lei, but Mo Lei pounced from the left side, grabbed the left leg kicked by Nixon with his left hand, and popped out a blade with his right hand to quickly slash the opponent's ankle.

At this time, Nixon was frightened, and his legs kept bounce and kicked, but Mo Lei took a few kicks like crazy, and the blade in his hand kept cutting, cutting a few cuts on Nixon's calves and thighs. He wanted to make this guy incapacitated and capture him alive without affecting his walking.

"Coyote !!" Nixon suddenly shouted, he knew that his leg would be useless after a few seconds if he continued like this, this Mo Lei was vicious, although the wound would not be fatal immediately, but bleeding would kill him.

Mo Lei's blade passed through the thigh and had already cut a cut in the right leg, and while Nixon called out his name, the blade stayed on the side of the leg, but Mo Lei's knee knelt down to Nixon's lower abdomen, and the blade also moved to the throat area, and his left hand suppressed Nixon's right arm, and whispered with blood-red eyes.

"What did you say?"

"Coyotes are in someone else's hands."

Nixon did not forget the right words on the line of life and death. If he said it in his own hands, I am afraid that Mo Lei would directly abolish him and then interrogate him slowly.

A killer can die, but he can't be a cripple.

"Where's the person?"

"In the basement of the Globe Tower."

After Nixon finished speaking, he saw that Mo Lei's face became calm, and he couldn't help but be startled, and shouted, "Wait." ”

Mo Lei, who just wanted to abolish this guy, stopped his hand and asked, "Huh?" ”

"I'm kind enough to come over and tell you, you still want to kill me?" Nixon was a little discouraged, he could see that the Chinese in front of him was much more ruthless than he imagined, so he hurriedly said, "Everyone else is waiting for you, if you kill me and destroy me, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out." I'm here to report the news, you don't know how to repay me and have murderous intentions? ”

Mo Lei's left hand slowly loosened, then removed the blade from Nixon's throat, and then removed the right knee that was pressing Nixon's abdomen. He got up and took a step back, picked up the pistol Nixon had dropped on the ground, pointed it at Nixon, and then picked up his own pistol and tucked it into his waist. Nixon on the ground also sat up straight, the ground was covered in blood, his left leg was covered in blood, and the pain made him twitch the corner of his mouth when he got up.

"Okay, tell me what's going on."

"The guy is said to have jumped off a cliff and was hanging from a dead branch on the riverside, and when Taylor and the others went to find it, the crocodile had already climbed up and almost tore him apart. However, it should have been useful to Vaux, Taylor grabbed him a few times, and he was not seriously injured, he fainted when he was hit in the head, and his right arm was broken, but he did not suffer much torture at Taylor's hands. I only learned about this situation after I came here yesterday, so I plan to come to the Chinese community today to spread the news, hoping that you can save him out. This kid is a nice guy, I like it. ”

Nixon said as he tore a few strips of cloth from his shirt to wrap the wound on his leg, and from the beginning of pulling the wound and twitching the corner of his mouth, Nixon took it as if the wounds had nothing to do with him. "You don't believe it? Well, tell me a little secret between you? Bitter master Jiang Chun? What is the meaning? This is what he said. ”

"Why help us? Why should I trust you? Since you're here to deliver a letter, why didn't you tell me earlier? Mo Lei still didn't let his guard down. He knew that this guy was a person who took money to do things, and the last time he was at the port, Zhou Rui almost died in the hands of the other party.

But, bitter master Jiang Chun? Nixon could not have known about it. Only coyotes know.

"Believe it or not." Nixon tightened the strip of cloth with a complacent, wrapping the wound on his left thigh, "Why do you help you?" I like you guys, haha, is that enough? I like it when someone messes with Volks, so I can get the money. As for why it wasn't told earlier? I didn't expect to run into you, I want to fight when I run into you, aren't you their leader? If you can beat them, you can beat them. ”

What logic!

Mo Lei thought about it, put away the gun, when he inserted the gun into his waist, he quickly withdrew the magazine with both hands behind his back, and then opened the safety to withdraw the bullet in the chamber and grabbed it in the palm of his hand, after the pistol was stuffed into his waist, he stretched out his right hand to Nixon, who was still sitting on the ground.

"If the coyote hadn't died, I would have owed you a favor."

Nixon reached out and grabbed Mo Lei's hand, pulled himself up hard, and said with a smile, "What you said is not right, I told you the location, you go to save him, what does it have to do with me whether you die or not in the process of rescue?" ”

"So, I still need your help."

After Mo Lei dragged Nixon up from the ground, he took half a step back, still looking at the killer carefully, and his mind quickly thought about the truth and falsehood of Nixon's words.

"Do you look like you're asking for help?" Nixon pointed to his left leg with his right hand and sneered, "You almost bled to death." ”

"When you and I were enemies, it was normal for each other to live and die, I'm afraid if you had the upper hand, I would be dead by now."

Mo Lei disagreed, but gave up the idea of throwing the empty pistol to Nixon to test again. He suddenly remembered that if this guy in front of him had an empty gun, he would know by weight and intuition that there was no point. He simply pulled out the pistol from his waist and stuffed it into the magazine, and threw the pistol to Nixon.

"It's my sincerity."

"Sincerity is enough." Nixon threw down his pistol and asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid I'll shoot?" ”

"I'm scared at first." Mo Lei nodded, "But it doesn't matter now, you're not fast enough for me, and I'm willing to believe you." ”

"Aren't you afraid I'll drag you into a trap?"

"Then you will die before me."

"Your relationship is very good, and in this era, people who can trust each other and deliver their lives are worthy of respect." Nixon put away his pistol, "They had heavy weapons, five groups of two on the periphery; There were five groups of two in the building, led by Gordon's subordinate Taylor, a standard soldier. There's also a bulletproof Mercedes S60, which is prepared for the worst: once you can break through the two lines of defense, they will also move with the coyotes. ”

"Coyote sober? Have you been injected with drugs? Has the wound been treated? Can you act? ”

"Awake, as far as I know, there is no injection of medicine, the wound has been treated simply, but I am afraid it is difficult to walk, and the right leg seems to be swollen but not fractured." Nixon moved in place for a while, and the wound affected somewhat, but walking was not a problem. "Brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with my legs."

"It's okay, it's good that you're here. By the way, what about your car? ”

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