Bao Youyou apparently heard the movement in the room as well, and I could see him slowly pull open the cloth bag, revealing the butt of his sniper rifle.

Neither I nor Bao Youyi said anything about the people in the house, but still silently followed behind Foreman Wang, watching him insert the key into the door lock, turn his hand, and pull the doorknob.

When the metal door embedded in the steel-framed room was opened a gap half a foot wide, there was a heavy sound of footing in the room.

In my judgment, the man in the room must have taken a lunge at this moment, and then he would probably lean forward sharply and throw something at the same time as he flicked his arm.

Eight months of actual combat training has made a qualitative leap in my reaction speed, and as soon as the sound of footsteps appeared, I immediately grabbed Foreman Wang's collar and pulled him away from the crack in the door.

Just as his body moved away from the crack in the door, a silver light flew out and flew over my shoulder.

It was supposed to be a very sharp dagger, and when I touched my shoulder, I felt a chill emanating from the metal, followed by a burning pain.

The bag reacted quickly, and immediately rushed over and kicked on the door.

There was a loud bang, and the door of the house made of metal plates closed again, and at the same time as the loud bang, there was a dull sound of gunfire from a sniper rifle wound.

When I used to play CS, I always thought that the sound of a sniper rifle should be very high-pitched and very bright, but I didn't expect that the real sniper rifle would have a very dull sound when firing, and it was very short.

I don't know if that's the right way to describe it, but it seems to me like the sound of ******** exploding in an instantaneous metal pipe.

Bao used this shot to penetrate the door and hit the people in the house, and I could smell the smell of blood coming from the house through the door.

With one blow, the bag was useful but did not rush in, but quickly lay down, rolled on the ground three or four times in a row, and distanced himself from the door.

We also followed his example and quickly retreated, prostrate on the ground.

As soon as I lay down, Li Huaishan said beside me: "Blood is black." ”

I turned my head to look at the wound on my shoulder, and some black blood was coming out of the wound, and a black flower was gradually leaking out of my sleeve.

At first, the blood that came out of the wound was indeed black, but after a few seconds, the blood that came out of the back was bright red, and by this time the wound on my shoulder was more than half healed.

Li Huaishan stared at my shoulder and smacked his tongue: "Wolverine should be looking for you to act." ”

I ignored him, turned to Bao You, and said, "Their weapons are poisonous, I'll rush in first, and you guys will act when you have the opportunity." ”

Bao Youren pulled me: "Don't panic, wait." If they have a gun in their hand, they will return fire within a minute, and if they don't move, you will charge again. ”

He was definitely an old man in this respect, and I had no reason to object, so I fell to the ground and waited silently with him.

When Bao Youyou stared at the door, he could be said to have concentrated all his energy on that door panel, and I had never seen a person concentrate to this extent.

As for me, my mind is a little messy now, according to what Bao Yong said before, I, as a yin, should easily rely on intuition to sense abnormalities in the environment, but there are obviously people hidden in the house, but I didn't feel anything just now.

After about a minute or so, the free shipping manager raised his hand at me: "Up!" ”

I immediately got up, threw my legs and rushed towards the door.

The people inside probably heard my footsteps and immediately opened fire.

There were two gunshots, two holes in the door, and I was wounded in my arm and thigh.

When I used to watch TV, I always thought that being hit by a bullet was not a big deal, it was nothing more than two more holes in the body, until I was shot, I didn't know that a bullet could tear your muscles apart and break your bones.

Normal people are basically shot once, even if this shot hits the buttocks, they will instantly lose their combat effectiveness.

Fortunately, the actual combat training designed for me by the second master worked again, although the bullet temporarily abolished my left arm and right leg, but the wound was scorched by the high temperature of gunpowder after all, and it became a little numb, and the pain was far less severe than when the bone was broken by the second master.

Even with only one leg for support, I rushed to the door, took a steady breath, and then raised my right hand and slapped it on the door.

In a steel-framed house like this, the door is usually fragile, and although the door panel is not as large as I imagined, the lock on the door bursts out with a crisp sound - the lock cylinder is broken.

I grabbed the doorknob and quickly pulled it open, and at the same time, despite the pain, forcibly raised my left arm to protect the door.

The occupants of the room fired only two shots, and then there was no movement, but the moment I opened the door, another silver light whistled and flew straight at my forehead.

In that case, I couldn't make a quick evasive move, but I raised my hand in advance, and the dagger flew through the crack in the door and landed firmly on my wrist.

I endured the pain, and with a sharp force of my right hand, the door was completely open.

Then I noticed that there were two people in the room, one was burly, but his skin was not as white as words, like a zombie with no blood on his body, and the other was slender, and he was the one who had just been hit by the bag, and when I looked into the room, he was lying on a writing desk, and his left trouser leg was soaked with blood.

can't be wrong, these two people are the "Maoshan Gate people" who bought the two magic weapons.

As soon as I was in front of me, the burly guy rushed towards me with a very fast step.

My left hand and right leg were very badly injured, and it would take about five or six minutes to fully recover, in fact, the upper body was okay, but the key was that the lower body itself was only left with the left support point, and I was afraid that once I handed it over, I would not be able to maintain my center of gravity well.

I didn't have time to think about it, the other party had already arrived in front of me.

He first threw a punch into my right shoulder, as if trying to completely remove my fighting power, but I calculated the timing and leaned sharply, fixing my weight to my left so that I could hold myself steady on one of my left legs, and then reached out with a punch that shook my head.

My fist slammed into his, and I just felt a fairly hard touch coming from the back of my hand, and there was a series of "clicks" from his side.

What happens when a fist and a fist bump together?

It would seem too abstract to say that he was hitting a stone with an egg. But if I had spoken differently, you would have been able to relate to the pain he was suffering.

It's like, he put his clenched fist on the concrete floor, and I lifted a fifty-pound sledgehammer and slammed it down......

I heard him scream "whoa-" and then clenched his fists and knelt on the ground with a pop.

I reached out and pulled the dagger off my left wrist, intending to coerce him by pressing the blade against his neck.

But I didn't expect that I had just dropped the dagger on his shoulder, he actually endured the severe pain and raised his hand, first pinched my elbow hard, that place was the numb tendon on my arm, he pinched it like this, the forearm and wrist were out of force at the same time, and the fingers were also briefly soft, and he took this opportunity to take the dagger from my hand.

As soon as he grabbed the dagger, he backhanded me in the lower abdomen.

I still couldn't dodge well because of the injury to my right leg, but I couldn't care so much about it at the time, so I immediately bent my left leg and simply lay on the ground on a leaning side, and the dagger grazed my side again.

He missed, flipped his wrist again, and stabbed the sharp dagger into my eye.

I lay on the ground, leaning on the strength of my waist and abdomen to deflect my upper body, barely avoiding the blow.

Although this guy was agile, he was seriously injured after all, and after swinging the dagger twice, he began to pant and his movements slowed down.

When he stabbed the dagger at me for the third time, I found a gap and kicked him in the armpit.

In the face of such an opponent, I didn't dare to be careless at all, and every time I made a shot, I used the technique of the bone-destroying hand.

After I kicked him in the armpit, there was a "click" sound on his body, and I guess some of his sternum and upper arm bones were shattered.

His arms were gone, and he finally realized that he was no match for me, and immediately got up from the ground.

He wants to run!

I was waiting for this moment, and as soon as he got up, the ball of my foot pressed against his left ankle.

As soon as the bone-destroying hand shook out, there was another sound of bones breaking, and this time he finally couldn't stabilize his center of gravity, and he planted straight towards me.

These funeral mercenaries have blades hidden in their mouths, and when he falls, his mouth is aimed at my throat.

As soon as I saw him like this, I knew what kind of wishful thinking he was playing, and when his face had just entered my attack range, I didn't hesitate and slashed him in the neck with a palm.

This time I didn't use my bone-destroying hand, but even if I only relied on hard work, his cervical spine couldn't withstand my strength.

Seeing that my palm had already slashed into his neck, he could still open his mouth at this moment and spit the blade into my throat with all his might.

I couldn't avoid it completely, so I had to quickly turn my neck and tense the muscles on both sides of my neck at the same time.

The seemingly inconspicuous soft blade was unimaginably sharp, piercing the major artery in my neck, cutting the muscles in my neck in almost two pieces before finally becoming embedded in my flesh and not moving any further.

The mercenary was slashed in the neck by me, and he had already passed out on top of me.

I quickly pushed him away and pulled out the blade from my neck as fast as I could.

Hopefully, I won't hang up due to excessive blood loss until the major arteries in my neck heal.

Bang!

I was guarding my neck to prevent too much bleeding when I heard the sound of glass being smashed across the street.

When I looked up, I saw that the slender mercenary had broken the window of the steel-framed room and was dragging a broken leg out.

(End of chapter)