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Only when the door is pushed open will the fleece line fall.

Putting down his pocket, Wang Dong picked up the broom placed by the door.

Before boarding the plane in Monrovia, Wang Dong threw away all his weapons and firearms, and brought only his belongings and passport with him on the plane, and the cash was carried by Serena, mainly because the Liberian customs officers wore colored glasses.

When he came to Switzerland, Wang Dong didn't feel threatened, so he didn't go to defend himself with weapons, after all, he was only staying here temporarily.

In his hands, anything can be a weapon.

The lock had been picked, and there was a faint smell of blood in the room.

Pushing the door open a few centimeters, Wang Dong leaned on the doorpost and waited for a few seconds to confirm that there was no abnormal movement before pushing open the door and slipping in.

The smell of blood was obvious, and there was still wind in the corridor.

There is nothing unusual on the first floor, and if the intruder is still there, it must be on the second floor.

Wang Dong went to the kitchen first and found a set of knives and forks and a pair of chopsticks.

He lives alone and only needs a set of utensils.

Compared to brooms, knives and forks are more in line with the standards of weapons.

In narrow places, such as indoors, brooms with a length of more than one meter are inconvenient to use.

Not to mention using a broom as a stick, beating people with a stick is a scene in the movie.

In hand-to-hand combat, the weapons of choice are sharp weapons such as daggers and bayonets.

A dinner knife isn't sharp enough to be considered sharp, but it's certainly much better than a broomstick.

Coming to the corridor, Wang Dong slowed down and stuck to the wall.

It's not to see the situation clearly, but the house has not been maintained for many years, and the stairs have long since decayed, and there will be a sound when you step on it.

Even though Wang Dong was leaning against the wall, the stairs still made a slight "creaking" sound.

In a room where pins could be heard, the sound of stairs was particularly harsh.

Damn it!

Wang Dong didn't hesitate any longer, took three steps and one step, and rushed to the second floor as fast as possible.

After rushing out of the hallway, he rolled over and slammed open the door directly in front of him.

There are two rooms on the second floor, the bedroom is next to the hallway, and the storage room is directly opposite the hallway, the door is always locked, and inside are the personal belongings of the landlord.

Actually, it's some old furniture.

The sound of slamming open the door was so loud that it could be heard not only inside the room, but also on the street.

After getting up, Wang Dong immediately hid at the door.

The last rays of the setting sun had dissipated, and the sky was dimming at a rate visible to the naked eye.

There was nothing unusual in the hallway outside, nor was there anything unusual in the bedroom opposite.

It's just that the smell of blood is more pronounced.

After waiting for a while, Wang Dong came out of the storeroom.

The bedroom is spacious and there is a separate bathroom.

Because he lived alone, Wang Dong had been using the bathroom upstairs and had not cleaned the bathroom downstairs.

The bathroom is on the left hand side of the bedroom door and has a sliding door.

The wind was blowing from the bathroom, indicating that the small window in the bathroom for ventilation had been opened and normally closed.

Entering the bedroom and seeing the situation in the bathroom, Wang Dong was startled.

There was a man lying on his stomach in the bathtub, and it was a woman. Although he only saw the back, Wang Dong recognized it at a glance that it was Serena.

"Serena!"

There was some water in the bathtub, red blood to be exact.

Serena had passed out, blood on her forehead and chest, a black-and-red bandage on her left shoulder, and a long wound on the outside of her right forearm from which the blood flowing into the bathtub had come from.

The wound was wide, with obvious burn marks at the edges, which were characteristic of gunshot wounds.

Wang Dong reached out and touched Serena's neck, and there was a pulse, but it was very faint.

The wound was fresh, indicating that she had been attacked before coming here.

At this time, there was a sound of the vehicle braking outside.

The houses are south of the town and the hiking camp is north of the town.

The road outside leads to the forest to the south, where there are only a few forest keepers' cabins.

Not to mention that in the evening when the sky is dark, even during the day, there are very few vehicles coming here.

In addition, the nearest dwelling is a few hundred meters away.

Wang Dong chose this residence because he took a fancy to these.

Serena, hold on!

Wang Dong didn't say much wordy and quickly went downstairs.

It was a Citroen off-road vehicle, parked behind a bush more than fifty meters away, and the cockpit happened to be blocked, but the people in the car must have come down.

A short time later, there was a very slight sound of footsteps outside the door.

At this time, Wang Dong was already hiding behind the door panel.

The person who came was wearing soft-soled shoes, and his weight must have been more than 80 kilograms, maybe about 100 kilograms, because Wang Dong, who weighed 80 kilograms, would not make a sound when he stepped on the floor outside the door.

Adult male, weighing 100 kilograms, is about 1.9 meters tall.

After adjusting his posture slightly, Wang Dong aimed the dinner knife at the crack in the door.

This is a right door, i.e., when viewed from the outside, the door is seamed on the left, while from the inside it is the opposite.

When the door was gently pushed open, Wang Dong held his breath.

Immediately, a long barrel came in, a pistol with a muffler.

As Wang Dong expected, an adult male came, with a height of about 1.9 meters and a height of about 1.6 meters.

It's just that Wang Dong didn't expect that this guy is left-handed!

I didn't have time to think about it, and the dinner knife stabbed out.

The speed is extremely fast, without warning, and the other party can't hide at all.

Unfortunately, it was the right hand that was stabbed, not the left hand with a gun.

Immediately afterwards, the door panel was knocked open.

That guy's reaction was very fast, his strength was very great, and his explosive power was amazing, just exerting force on the spot and knocking Wang Dong, who weighed eighty kilograms, into the air.

Almost simultaneously, the muzzle of the gun turned.

However, before he could pull the trigger, the guy noticed an object with a cold light shooting towards his face.

Because he hit the door with his shoulder, he had lowered his right hand.

Without thinking much about it at all, he instinctively raised his left hand to block.

Stimulated by the severe pain, he threw away his pistol.

At this time, he saw that it was a dinner fork that had stabbed his left hand, and that it was a dinner knife that had begun to stab his right hand.

What do you mean?

Treat Lao Tzu like a steak!?

Thinking of this, there was also a sharp pain in the wound, which suddenly made the strong man angry.

At this time, Wang Dong had already climbed up, but he was bent on his waist, looking like he was injured.

The strong man didn't pick up the gun, the enemy was three meters away, and he bent down to pick up the gun to find death.

Ripping off the fork on his wrist, the strong man pulled out the switchblade pinned to his waist.

That's right, it's a very small switchblade that contrasts with his size.

This knife proves the identity of a strong man.

Because switchblades are easy to carry and easy to use, they are loved by many killers.

It's just that because it's not strong enough and not lethal enough, no special forces will replace their daggers with switchblades.

That's right, this guy is a killer!

"Uhhh

The blade of the blade, about ten centimeters long, pops out, reflecting the cold light.

In Wang Dong's hands, there are only two wooden chopsticks.