"You're late." Hong Rixin said leisurely, "Her feet are faster than yours, much faster." If it weren't for her, I would be sitting high in the air drinking red wine and looking at the clouds beneath my feet. ”

He leaned slightly and said half-jokingly, "Guess what she's coming to me for?" ”

The iron did not speak.

"Of course it's not for you!" Hong Rixin laughed, "It's funny, she turned out to be the boy and girl I executed for the first time." At that time, when I first arrived, I still pretended that Xifeng was the one who divided the strength and weakness, and I just wanted to find a few guys with a recognized high level to test the local people's catties, but I didn't think that these people could be accepted as subordinates after they were used, and they didn't have to kill them every time. ”

"Now I understand this, but it's a pity that she didn't give me a chance to speak." Hong Rixin smiled exaggeratedly, "Can you imagine? She wanted to kill me! Disguised as a waiter and entered the lounge, approached me with murderous intent, and then took out a knife in the next second? When I was most vigilant, this kind of assassination was simply an active request for death. What do you think I can do? ”

He spread his hands: "Of course, I am magnanimous. Although it was a legitimate defense, I didn't kill her, I just grabbed her very gently. Then I made a bet with her, and everybody got involved – were you surprised? Such a plot unfolds. ”

He looked at the piece of iron and grinned.

"Gambling has existed since the day human civilization was born. The great waves of history have left behind the things we are playing now, but in thousands of years of history, there are actually many interesting things that should not be forgotten. I have always been a good teacher to these young people who gamble with their lives. ”

In the dim corridor, Hong Rixin's voice echoed chaotically, as if it was surrounded from all directions.

"There was a fun game among the European aristocracy of the sixteenth century, in which they smashed the bones of slaves one by one with a hammer in order. The slave who was smashed to the bones would cry out in pain at first, crying and begging for 'help me', but later on he would change his words to 'kill me' - the nobles happily bet that the slave would say when they smashed the first few bones. ”

He grinned and said, "Guess what, in the end, how many are they?" ”

The iron suddenly moved, even faster than when he had jumped up the stairs at full speed. If it was the wind just now, he would be the light at this moment, shooting out like an arrow, piercing the thick black shadow that blocked him.

Hong Rixin took a dangerous step at the last moment and let this fatal assassination pass. At the moment when the two of them were staggered, a stream of blood suddenly splashed out like splashing ink, accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing flesh and blood, and the clothes on the iron chest burst open, and the tips of the four fingers of Hong Rixin were still dripping with blood.

Anticipate the enemy's first opportunity, and then counterattack, this is Hong Rixin's usual trick, all the foreshadowing is in order to create this most favorable opportunity for him, the iron impulse under the face of a big loss, but the injured iron did not stop to defend, and did not counterattack. He went straight past Hong Rixin, turned on his tiptoes, and ran to the direction of the waiting lounge a few steps away, and none of the bodyguards who were originally ambushed around the exit reacted.

Then, he stopped abruptly at the door.

The strong smell of blood came to my nose. The curtains in the room were closed, and the sunlight penetrated through the thick fabric, fading only a dim afterglow, not even enough to illuminate the tiny room. A human figure can be seen faintly in the middle of the room. It was the silhouette of the man who had appeared in his dream last night.

The iron man's eyes widened, but he couldn't see clearly.

His vision was misty and blurred.

This is where she risked her life. tried everything, but no miracles happened, and fate did not have a special favor for her. He remembered the sentence Sumire had written on the sticky note, the sentence he desperately wanted not to read, but it lingered in front of him.

"Thank you for coming back. Wait for me to come back. ”

"She walked in pain, and it had nothing to do with the word 'peaceful.'"

Hong Rixin said leisurely behind him.

The bodyguards who reacted raised the gun in their hands and aimed it at the back of the iron block, just waiting for the master's order to shoot collectively. Although they were all small-caliber pistols, no one could stop such a dense rain of bullets at such a close distance.

However, Hong Rixin never gave an order, he looked at the back of the iron block, observing every reaction on the other party's body.

He needs to continue to use words and atmosphere to create the best chance to kill.

Unlike the day before, since this young host has chased here, there is no need for peace talks between the two, only the only ending that will not end. As for the destructive power of the host, Hong Rixin, who was one of them, knows very well that if he wants to get on a private jet and leave safely, it is not enough to force the other party back, he must ensure that he kills the iron here.

The other party is not as good as him, not to mention that there are many enemies, and of course his side has the advantage in a head-to-head duel. But "beating" and "ensuring killing" are two different things. If the iron block is bent on escaping from now on, this battle will not be a fight between each other, but a pursuit of one side against the other, and the host-level skills will make ordinary people not even have a chance to aim at the crosshair.

In that case, these people and these guns alone are not enough to keep the life of the iron here, and even if you add yourself, you are not 100% sure. He needed to create an opportunity, just like the two of them had just fought in the corridor, to make the iron impatient and angry, so that he recklessly chose to fight head-on, and he himself went on the road of no return.

That's right, just like the one we just had......

Thinking of this, Hong Rixin suddenly felt something strange on his chest, a warm and sticky touch falling down his flanks, which was unpleasant. He didn't dare to take his eyes off the iron, so he slowly raised his hand and felt it along his waist.

"Boss, you have ......" One of the bodyguards noticed his movements, suddenly noticed it, and blurted out in surprise.

Without being reminded by his subordinates, the moment his fingertips touched the liquid, the sharp pain that had been lurking for more than ten seconds suddenly woke up, and the sensation like a pinprick went straight up to the brain along the spinal cord, Hong Rixin's eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground.

The blood had already flowed all over half of his body at some point, and the bones in the part where he was hit were directly shattered, and they completely disintegrated with the light touch he had just made. At the moment when he staggered just now, he thought that he was the last to strike, faster than the iron block, but he didn't know that the opponent's attack had already arrived, and his body didn't even have time to think of "being hit".

It's like the apple that was cut open by the legendary swordsman, but he didn't know that he had cracked.

"You were hell-bent on provoking me, and you succeeded." The iron turned his back to him, and there seemed to be no warmth in his voice, "I'm very angry now, I never knew I would have such a time when my emotions were out of control. ”

He said that "emotions are out of control", but the figure standing there was like Yue Zhi, obviously with his back to the enemy, but in an instant, Hong Risheng had the impression of "no flaws". He felt a little strange to the young man in front of him, and in his opinion, the iron block was the same as the one he had seen at the table before, and the confidence he had just now was almost instantaneous.

Then a strong fear filled his heart, and the sixth sense, cultivated by years of fighting, was constantly sounding the alarm.

It's impossible, this is obviously a young host who is just getting started!

He stared at the iron in shock and anger, his whole body trembling, and the will to survive and the sense of humiliation kept fighting in his heart. Finally he made up his mind and shook his hand hard.

"What are you doing in a daze, shoot!" Hong Rixin shouted.

The bodyguards around were stunned for a moment, and then reacted and pulled the triggers of their respective pistols hard. It was only this hesitation that the piece of iron in front of him had time to drop something on the ground. I heard a loud bang, and the smoke rose to the ground, and the figure of the iron piece flashed, and it disappeared as if it had melted into smoke.

The crowd fired wildly in the direction where he was standing, and the gunfire was so loud that after a round of shooting, no sound was heard of hitting the flesh. Smoke mixed with the smell of gunpowder gradually covered the place, and the smell was spicy and choking. Although the well-trained bodyguards covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs in time, the impact on their vision was a problem that could not be solved for a while. They could only cover their mouths with one hand and raise their guns with the other, vigilantly watching the movements around them.

Hong Rixin narrowed his eyes and took out the dagger hidden behind his waist with his backhand, which was the weapon he was best at since he was a trainee, and it was also the most trusted reliance in his heart at the moment of life and death. Compared to firearms that could not be aimed in smoke, this short, sharp, one-hit thing was the favorite of the Assassins. He was pretty sure that Iron must have a similar weapon hidden in his body.

I have to admit that the other party's speed at this time is far above him, even if Hong Rixin's eyes did not relax a bit, he also lost the position of the iron block in the second second when the smoke just rose. However, the ultra-high-speed movement is not without weaknesses, the turbulent airflow when running will be manifested in the flow of smoke, and the footsteps when stepping on the ground cannot be absolutely quiet, for the veteran host with rich combat experience, as long as he grasps the changes in these two points, he can not only keep up with the opponent's movements, but even predict to a certain extent where the target will appear next.

"It's not that simple." Hong Rixin sneered, "Driven by anger, you burst out of your potential, but your mode of action has degraded to be as simple as an animal. No matter how fast it is, it's just a fast dog. ”

Suddenly, a disturbance of smoke caught his attention.

"Got you!" He yelled, swinging his knife out, only to stab it in the air.

On the other side, there was smoke moving again, behind a bodyguard.

"Fool, turn back!" Hong Rixin roared at the bodyguard.

The other party turned back as he was told—but in a different way. At the same time as Hong Rixin roared, a pair of hands suddenly poked out of the smoke, and the movement was like lightning that twisted his head backwards by two hundred and seventy degrees. This is beyond the range of the human cervical spine, and the bodyguard only has time to let out a "cluck" from the depths of his throat, and then his body falls limply.

The smoke moved again, and Hong Rixin reluctantly followed the direction of the flow until his hands poked out of the smoke again. This time he didn't even have time to open his mouth to warn, and the iron piece held a dagger in his hand, and the blade was directly against the neck of the other bodyguard. He slashed hard, blood rushed out like arrows, and the bodyguard clutched his neck and let out a scream, falling to his knees.

Shots rang out, first a jumble of shots, then suddenly into unprincipled bursts. There was no order from Hong Rixin, it was panic that made them make a reckless choice. Some of these bodyguards are elites, and some of them are selected by Hong Rixin from among the locals, not all of them are well-trained veterans, but in the face of the fear of making iron, the elites and rookies alike all choose to trust the weapons in their hands. They roared loudly and kept pulling the trigger with trembling fingers.

None of these bullets hit the iron, but many of them were greeted by their companions.

"Stop! You fools! Stop it! Hong Rixin yelled, but he was out of control.

"I saw fear, and the anger that was used to hide it. It's all meaningless stuff. ”

The sound of iron resounded everywhere in the smoke, as if it was everywhere. He was moving, stealthily moving at a very high speed, like an invisible god of death harvesting life.

"I once said that I couldn't understand her feelings, but thanks to you, I seem to have experienced it myself."

His voice paused behind one of the bodyguards, who was about to turn and shoot, when a dangling blade burst out of his chest. Before the bullets rained down, the iron vanished again, but his words continued around the crowd.

"As you wish, I was angry, and I was so angry that I could not help myself to see what happened to her. But you made the same mistake as me, because when someone important dies, people have not only anger, but also sadness, unwillingness, and vulnerability, and fear of the long days ahead, and thanks to you, I have experienced an unprecedented mixture of all this. ”

Eventually, even the last bodyguard fell, and the smoke began to clear. The figure of the iron block slowly emerged in the smoke, his bloody appearance was like that of Shura, and the cold voice of the machine seemed to tell a story that had nothing to do with him and belonged to others.

In the next second, the figure disappeared from the smoke again. This may be the last time it has disappeared.

"You can't win me!" Hong Rixin opened his eyes and shouted, "I am the 'ninth', I have experienced far more life-and-death struggles than you, and no opponent can compare with you!" No matter how difficult the predicament is, I survived......"

"Oh, really?"

The sound of the iron is close at hand...... No, right behind you! Hong Rixin turned around, and before he could raise his hands, he found that the face of the iron block had reached an extremely close distance of only half a meter away from him.

"If that's the ninth, I want to see where I go." He said.

"You can't win me, it's just a miscellaneous ......" Hong Rixin gritted his teeth, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I'll win."

The fists that were waving at this time carried the endless sorrow and longing in his heart.

"Because, she's watching!"

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