The striker didn't change the magazine very quickly, and I was glad he didn't pull out the pistol directly, otherwise I would still have died, and the moment the firing pin hit the air, I kicked the ground with both legs, and the whole person jumped up to the striker, and kicked the barrel of the gun as he pushed the new magazine into the chamber.

Because of the gun belt hanging from his body, this kick failed to kick the weapon away, but it also came out, but the striker reacted very quickly, especially in this kind of rage, and even wielded twelve points of strength.

Before I could get this kick, he reflexively kicked a side kick and blasted over, my body forcibly twisted the military boots against my belly, my feet moved, my body dripped, instantly close to the striker, a move eight poles leaning against the mountain, hit him the shoulder.

I'm just a vain sticker, unlike those masters who rely on breaking a dozen big trees, but because of the relationship between physical fitness and strength, the power of this move is enough to cripple ordinary people.

But the striker was no ordinary person, he only took three steps back to stabilize his body, I knew that this blow would not hurt him, and followed the bully, his right arm bent, and his iron bar-like elbow smashed into his neck, hoping that this blow would knock him unconscious and end this brotherly battle.

To tell you the truth, I could be killed by him at any time now, I can't kill him, but he has no scruples at all, I am a monster in his eyes, and he will do everything in his power to kill me.

Seeing that my iron elbow was close to the front, the striker didn't dodge at all, and hit my nose bone directly with his head, everything was too fast I didn't expect him to have this trick, and I couldn't dodge it and could only lower my head as quickly as possible.

The next moment, my elbow hit the side of his face, and his head hit my eye socket, which hit me all over the place, and there was a flash of Venus in front of me, and my eye socket was bruised in an instant.

The striker, who was thinking of his desperate efforts, didn't care about his injury at all, raised his knee and flew into my chest, I didn't react, this time it directly knocked me out more than three meters away, I only felt that my chest was tight, my throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Before I could get up, the striker jumped up in one step, jumped high, bent his right leg, and smashed his knee from top to bottom with the sound of the wind, which obviously killed me, and if I hit it, the lightest would be the sternum.

I didn't care about the injury on my chest, and I couldn't dodge it the moment he fell, and there was a muffled bang, and the bluestone slab on the ground was smashed into pieces, and I don't know how many pieces it shattered into.

I bounced up on the ground, shook my body slightly, dodged his fist that followed the wheel, clasped his wrist with my backhand, took two steps back, pulled and pulled in my hand and then pushed with my hand, using Tai Chi to push my hand, only to hear a crisp click, and directly unloaded his right arm.

I've seen how terrible the crazy striker is, and I don't care about the sharp pain in my arm at all, and I pounced on me with a twisted face, picked up my remaining left arm and smashed it into my head frantically, I raised my arm to resist the hammer-like fist.

The muscles on his right hand were red and sore by him, so I had no choice but to repeat the old trick, clasp my wrist again, hold down his veins, and use the softness of Tai Chi to remove his left arm.

Before I could catch my breath, the striker took a leap forward, opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth, and bit down on my neck.

"I'll grass your uncle!" The intense pain made me can't help but scold, and slammed my fist on the back of his neck, this time he couldn't bear it, and fainted in front of him.

The person fainted, and his mouth was still biting my flesh and did not let go, I pinched his chin and pinched his mouth open, and when I reached out and touched it, my grass and hands were full of blood, and I was a second late, and the meat on my neck was bitten off by him.

"What the hell, it's really biting to death!" I quickly took out the first aid kit, turned out the hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on it, and then wrapped my neck with gauze, which would be so ugly if it would leave a scar in the future, and I didn't know that I thought it was bitten by my girlfriend!

"For my sake, I'll let you go, or I'll have to bite back." I pointed to the striker lying on the ground and said hatefully.

After a brief treatment of the wound, I carried the striker out of the burial chamber and placed it outside the stone door, and then came back to deal with the other guys.

There were only two people left in the archaeological team, and the others were all killed by them, and the captain who was left at the end was fighting with the big man, and for the sake of the mission, I decided to save their lives.

It's much easier to deal with these two guys, they don't have the ability to striker, I rushed to the altar and knocked them down with one kick, and then grabbed one in one hand like two kindergarten dolls, and then ran out of the tomb as fast as I could, leaving them still on the ground.

The two of them fought for a long time, and they were covered with wounds, their skin was open, and they were dripping with blood, but there were no fatal injuries, and it seemed that they couldn't die, and I didn't bother to pay attention to them, and it was already benevolent and righteous to rescue them, don't think that I will treat them like a doctor.

All my thoughts are on the striker now, the striker's injury is no less serious than those two guys, I don't dare to put his dislocated arm on yet, God knows if he got out of the illusion, I don't want to fight him again.

I sat next to me and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, my chest was hit by him and it felt more and more painful, but fortunately, the bone was not broken, this is a normal reaction of the muscles relaxing, I unbuttoned my clothes and took a look, the muscles in my chest were bruised, and it would take at least five days for the injury to retreat.

"Bastard, it's really ruthless!" I glanced at the bloodied striker and cursed with a wry smile.

More than 20 minutes later, the striker woke up slowly, I saw that his eyes were scattered, his eyes were dull, lifeless, I was startled, thinking that he had a mental breakdown and really became a madman, and quickly stretched out his hand and kept patting his face, shouting his name, trying to wake him up from his unconscious state.

For two minutes, his dull eyes gradually became focused, rejuvenated, and completely sobered up from his state of confusion.

"Assassin, aren't you dead?" The striker asked with a look of surprise on his face.

"Finally came back to life, it almost scared me to death!" I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, afraid that the striker would become an idiot.

"What the hell is going on?" The striker struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved his waist, the whole person gasped, twisted his face and bared his teeth and shouted: "My grass, it hurts me to death, what's wrong with my arm?" ”

"Dislocated, you almost killed me." I scolded angrily, pressed his shoulder with my left hand, grabbed his wrist with my right hand, and pulled it back hard, only to hear a grunt, the joint was reset, and then put his other arm in place, a tough guy is a tough guy, and he didn't even snort at the severe pain of the whole process.

"I'm avenging you, okay, but then again, I saw you being stabbed to death, why did you live again?" The striker asked quizzically, moving his arms slightly.

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