115. Silent Stalker

After walking a few hundred meters ahead, another tail's inquiry came from Mo Lei's headphones, "Where are you?" ”

He quickened his pace and walked through a fish stall market again, the smell of fish was particularly strong on rainy days when the air pressure dropped, and several fish stall owners buried themselves in packing up their belongings, and in the early hours of the morning, there were no customers who came to buy fish and ask for processing. The stall owners did not greet the customer wearing a hat on the back, Mo Lei looked ahead, there was a left turn not far away, it was also dark and quiet, the guide sign said 'Ann Lilika', and when he turned there, Mo Lei quickened his pace.

"He found me, Ann Lilika, right away!" Mo Lei replied hurriedly into the walkie-talkie.

After finishing speaking, he walked into the dark alley in a few steps, and soon a figure appeared in the darkness, judging by his height and size, it should be the one who looked in the light rail station before, "Mr. Mo, please come with us, so as not to get hurt." ”

The third person also stood out from the doorway on the right side of the alley, where there was also a fork in the road, which should lead to the river, and at this moment, they were a few meters away from Mo Lei.

Mo Lei nodded, "Wow." ”

In the darkness, the short man directly opposite took a few steps forward, "Don't resist, Mr. Mo, we are just your allies and will not harm you." ”

"Wow." Mo Lei still nodded, standing motionless, but his hands hanging at his sides, his left hand holding the dagger behind his back, the blade in the placket.

The short man stood still, "Then come here, we'll take you somewhere to have a chat." ”

"Okay." Mo Lei took a step forward as he said, and suddenly accelerated sharply forward, the dagger in his left hand was thrown at the third guy on the right, his right foot stepped forward, his left leg raised a roundhouse kick, and his heel hit the wrist of the short man with the gun, kicking the opponent's gun away.

His dagger missed, and the third stalker dodged Mo Lei's throwing knife on the side of his body, and raised his pistol to shoot Mo Lei.

After Mo Lei's left foot landed, he stretched forward with his right arm, grabbed the short man, and took it to his side, then hid behind the short man's body, and strangled the opponent's neck with his right arm.

"Do you still need a gun to chat?" His voice was cold, his arms tightened tighter, and his left palm was pressed against the short man's waist to prevent him from fighting back.

The third stalker was now on Mo Lei's left, the gun in his hand was firmly aimed in Mo Lei's direction, and he began to speak, his voice hoarse and his tongue wide.

"Mr. Mo, don't get me wrong, we don't have any malicious intent."

"The Russians are looking for me too?? Tell me, what is there about me that deserves your attention? ”

As soon as Mo Lei heard the accent of the other party's speech, he pointed it out directly, but he was also a little puzzled, why was it Russian? The voice that spoke outside the jungle that day had a strong Texas flavor, how can I become a Russian today.

The answer was three muffled sounds like coughing with the mouth covered, and the fire of the pistol with the muffler flashed faintly three times.

Almost at the same time as the other party fired, Mo Lei let go of his hand, pushed the short hostage in his hand forward, and stood against the wall in the alley behind him with the help of the force of retreat, and the position was in a dead end with the position of the third tracker. The short stalker's body stopped lunging at the sound of the gunshot, but fell limply to its knees half a second later.

Mo Lei pulled out the pistol, threw the gun forward with his left hand, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the position where the third tracker was standing, but the guy retreated backwards into the alley behind him after firing the gun, and was nowhere to be seen.

After searching the deceased's body, Mo Lei put the other party's documents and some other bits and pieces into his bag, and walked out of the alley, he knew that the slender alley led to the river, and chasing it in the direction of that side was his only choice, and the third tracker would not run back, which he believed in his judgment.

He began to trot in the rain.

The pedestrians on the street are gradually sparse, and Mo Lei is not running fast, not only in the speed, but also in a few alleys ahead. He took every step in an orderly manner, with a turn in such and such a place, a step in such and such a place, where he needed to hide himself, etc., and quickly ran in the same direction as the last stalker.

There was a commotion on the opposite street, Mo Lei slowed down his pace, and looked sideways slightly, a group of young people should have just finished a party or finished their nightlife, and were laughing out of a small 3-story building out of the street, they were yelling, swaying excess energy and hormones, it should not be with those stalkers. But those young people also saw Mo Lei walking with their heads down, they glanced at each other, and then continued the topic just now, walking in the opposite direction with Mo Lei.

Mo Lei quickened his pace, and after a slight pause just now, he might have landed behind the trackers who were advancing in parallel. He chose the downhill road on the left from a fork in the road, and from a distance, he could see the dim lights of the riverside, and several trees planted in a row on the embankment, and there was no one in sight.

After running forward a few more steps, Mo Lei suddenly found that there was no longer a road in front of him, and a rusty two-meter-wide iron staircase was at the end of the road, and he had to pass this iron staircase to get to the river.

There was still a light rain in the sky, and he wanted to carefully walk down the iron stairs down the street by the river, and after crossing it, he reached the river, but the rusty iron stairs rattled under his movements, and Mo Lei simply jumped quickly and ran down the stairs, but on the last step, his shoes stepped on a smooth part, and his body poured down, so he could only stretch out his left hand to grab the railing.

As soon as he was on his feet, he almost slid down the street, and a man appeared in the street between the river and the stairs.

"Wait." Mo Lei suddenly shouted.

The man in front of him was the third stalker, he grabbed a silver pistol in his hand, and had already raised it to aim at the prey in front of him, but Mo Lei's sudden exclamation made him froze for a moment, the distance between the two people on the wet and steep street was too close, Mo Lei simply lowered his head and bent down, and rushed his body into the arm of the other party's gun to lift the arm, and the shoulder was up, so that the other party could not shoot, and then he hugged the waist of the third tracker with both hands, and threw the other party's body towards the iron steps, There was a loud bang when the body collided with the iron steps.

Mo Lei himself fell on the road.

The two of them got up from the ground and looked at each other silently for a second, Mo Lei's pistol was on his waist, but he couldn't spare his hand to touch the gun, his intuition told him that the whole guy in front of him was very threatening, and he didn't want to kill this last target, to see if he could stay and understand some information.

The guy on the other side was still silent, under the light, it seemed that his height was at least 10 centimeters taller than Mo Lei, and the collision between the iron steps and him seemed to have no effect on him, and suddenly a hand reached behind his waist. Mo Lei quickly approached the other party, and he had to shorten the distance between the two before the other party took out another weapon.

The third stalker pulled out a dagger, and when Mo Lei rushed closer, he waved at him and stabbed him.

Mo Lei's movements were as fast as lightning, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the opponent's arm from above, but found that he couldn't clasp that hand, the opponent's hand holding the knife pulled back and broke away from Mo Lei's hand, and the tip of the knife stabbed upwards into Mo Lei's chin. Mo Lei's head tilted back to dodge, but the opponent's wrist flipped flexibly, and the tip of the knife stabbed Mo Lei's lower abdomen again, and his left hand turned into a palm and forked towards Mo Lei's throat, with a crisp, calm and powerful movement.

Mo Lei took two steps back, dodging the fierce attacks of many parties, suddenly bent over, swept out with his right leg on the ground, his tibia collided with the opponent's calf, the guy leaned forward, stood unsteadily, and could only take a step forward to stabilize his body, Mo Lei flexibly went around the back of the opponent's body, jumped up and smashed the back of the opponent's head with his right elbow, the tracker staggered forward a few steps again, but after quickly raising his leg, he turned around after blocking Mo Lei, and his left hand followed the back sweep, sweeping on Mo Lei's right shoulder.

Mo Lei's back was full of shrapnel injuries, and after a few big movements, his back was in hot pain, and he also hit a real fire, taking advantage of the fact that he was swept by the opponent's heavy arm, he took a step to the left, and pulled out the dagger he took from the first stalker with his left hand.

The two people confronted each other like two hungry wolves for half a second, rubbed their bodies together again, and the third tracker was powerful, and the blade of his right hand did not leave Mo Lei's vital point, and Mo Lei simply gave up the idea of leaving the last living mouth, and after grabbing the opponent's knife-holding hand with his right hand again, the dagger in his left hand slashed across the opponent's chin.

When the other party retreated, Mo Lei's blade began to pull all the way to the back of his elbow again, and the tip of the knife pierced into the arm at least 1 cm, and the dagger in the opponent's hand fell to the ground, but his hand was also separated from Mo Lei's palm, and Mo Lei's palm was full of hot and humid blood.

The stalker put on a defensive posture for half a second, suddenly turned around and ran, Mo Lei gave up the knife, pulled out the pistol on his waist without hesitation, and pulled the trigger on the guy's back, and the three bullets were almost separated at intervals, all of which shot into the stalker's body, but the guy still seemed to run a few steps forward, jumped over, jumped over the protective fence on the river embankment and jumped into the river.

The arm was bleeding profusely, and blood was spilled on the riverbank.

From the moment they met again, the third stalker didn't say a word.

Damn it.

Mo Lei scolded angrily and rushed to the side of the river embankment to take a look-there was no figure on the dark river.

He didn't stop, he ran across the street, up the iron steps, and then returned to the main street. He plans not to take any light rail, find a parking lot to steal a car and go to the city first.

I don't know how the coyote and the monster are now, and whether they have encountered the same situation as themselves. He took out his mobile phone, sent a few text messages, violently dismantled the phone, and threw the parts and mobile phone card into the trash.

Then, Mo Lei bent slightly and trotted on the wet road.

The rain was pouring down, and the raindrops splashed mist on the ground.

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