Charlie smiled at the corner of his purple lips. The messenger was amazed, Charlie suddenly gave up his neck, held the messenger's jaw with both hands, stepped on the wall with both feet, and stood upside down on the bulkhead, weighing a hundred kilograms between the electric light and flint on his hands, and then kicked the ceiling, took advantage of the fall, and tried to loosen the messenger's cervical vertebrae with one blow.

The Courier knew that the moment was enough to twist his neck. He didn't expect Charlie, whose brain was cut off for three seconds, to use such a crisp killing technique, so he could only fall on his back and roll to the ground at the same time to offset the torque. Charlie gasped and rolled on the ground with the messenger, grabbing the wire around his neck with one hand and punching the messenger in the nose with his right hand - as if he had smashed a tomato in his face, and the red pulp had blown up the messenger's face.

The messenger's heart was pounding, and he quickly twisted the wire around again, and tightened his hands tightly. Charlie tugged at the thread with one hand and slammed the messenger's face with the other. The messenger chicken thief, seeing the trajectory clearly, tilted his head to dodge, Charlie chiseled his fist into the ground, his knuckles were dripping with blood, and he turned up three skins.

The messenger sneered: "The cerebellum is not good? You're dead. "Hands are tight, and I can't wait to cut Charlie's head off with a wire.

Charlie didn't say a word, and his sharp elbows hit the messenger's sternum one after another, almost causing the messenger to vomit a mouthful of blood, but he brutally locked his feet around Charlie's waist, strangled him, and pulled him up desperately. Charlie's hand holding the thread protected the trachea, the left and right common carotid arteries were still strangled, the blood supply to the brain was interrupted, and death was not far away.

The messenger endured the beating and counted the seconds in his heart: "15.14.13.12......"

The fragile brain cannot be tempered, and no matter how strong a muscular agent is, if the blood supply is interrupted for fifteen seconds, the pupils will be deformed, hypoxic shock, and finally brain death.

Charlie gritted his teeth and writhed like a living loach on the messenger, but the left and right common carotid arteries were strangled, and his brain was dying like a fish in the dust. He slammed in vain, and his iron elbow smashed one of the courier's ribs, and the courier held on, but gritted his teeth and smiled eagerly, and whispered in Charlie's ear expectantly: "Resist, struggle, the more fiercely you fight back, the more it proves how deep your fear is!" The ghost of the CIA finally died in my arms, is fate a watch? ”

The "ghost of the CIA" drifted into Charlie's ears like a murmur on the horizon, he was already delirious, his eyes blackened, and his vision was as bright as a light bulb in disrepair.

But it was a nickname engraved in his soul. God knows that this depraved shell is inseparable from the fear of its enemies.

Only the enemy will honor him. Whether this respect comes from hatred or fear, at least it will not be carried with moral judgment and will not be hypocritically flattering.

Charlie's eyes widened in anger, but he had no vision like a blind man, and his vision was so empty that he didn't even have focus. The messenger was nervous and excited, because he knew that it was a precursor to brain death, but the expressionless man suddenly opened his hideous eyes, which made the messenger inexplicably afraid.

The messenger thought, "Will the ghost die?" ”

In the next second, Charlie's right hand protecting his throat was pulled out of the wire, allowing his trachea to be completely deflated, and his liberated hands stretched out blindly, directly holding the messenger's smiling jaw in the dark vision, because it was accurate in one step, so it was as gentle as a feather rubbing, and the messenger even felt that it was his father's hands caressing.

The messenger tightened the wire with both hands, not even thinking to defend himself.

The CIA ghost's left hand holds the bottom of the courier's chin, to the left and outward. With his right hand, he holds the upper right end of the messenger's skull, downwards and inwards. When the messenger realized the danger of this gesture, three words popped into his heart: "Impossible." ”

The range of motion of the skull joint at this angle is extremely small, and it is easy to disconnect the skull from the cervical spine. However, the messenger's neck muscles are in a tense state, which will protect the cervical joints well, and Charlie is so angry that he is dying, and it is difficult to have the strength to complete this kind of sneak attack to succeed in killing the art.

After the messenger abandoned his name and became a messenger, he firmly believed in two things, first, that he would never die, and second, that there was nothing impossible.

He felt that it was impossible for Cha Li to kill him.

0.1 seconds later, Dad's large, warm and soft hand erupted with two hundred pounds of torque, slamming the courier's jaw sideways like a slam on the steering wheel. With a "click", the messenger's smiling face fell on the table like a standing bottle, and the smiling face head was strangely across his neck, and the lotus root was crumbling.

The messenger was torn out of his neck. His skull and cervical vertebrae were completely misaligned, and the nerve bundle was interrupted, causing the spinal cord command center to lose control of urine and urine. The messenger's pupils were dazed, and the whole person was still immersed in frenzied cheerfulness, and with a strange smile, he lay down softly and "poof", lying on the ground like a strange doll with its head glued to its body.

Charlie struggled to roll off the warm and foul-smelling corpse of the messenger, crawled on the ground and desperately tore the wire around his neck, staggered to his feet, stared at the messenger who had not moved at all, squinted and coughed gently: "Fate is a watch, but I can't do without a watch." This sentence touched his inextricable feelings, which made him look away in disgust, staggered a few steps against the wall to pick up the pistol, and quietly walked to the captain's room, the cold muzzle of the gun ruthlessly pressed against the head of the piano who piloted the plane:

"Stop the plane. Or I'll paint the wall with your brains and do it myself. ”

The sound of the piano trembled, and the appalling bad news was like a storm crashing on the shore, more shocking than catching his son and the ewe in bed with his own eyes. The courier's conceited laughter is still in his ears: "How can I die? There's no way I'm going to die. ”

How could the messenger die? His status is extremely lofty, and even the heirs of the four hermit families have to ask the messenger to preside over the baptism ceremony, how could such a messenger who covers the sky with one hand, such a messenger with great powers, die on an old plane? How could it be possible to die at the hands of a dying agent!

Qin Yin smelled the stench pulled out by the messenger, and there was a curry smell in it, which made Qin Yin sure that it was the messenger who died.

"Woman, you go for the driver. I'll strangle him! ”

When the Courier happily orders Kotone to fly the plane, for the first time, Kotone does not resent the Courier's arbitrariness, because for the first time she needs security. The sense of security that freed her from Charlie's shadow.

She was convinced that with the presence of the Messenger, even the most dangerous agent would turn into a cold corpse. This is the first time that the rebellious Kotone has unwittingly relied on a man.

But it was the messenger who turned into a corpse.

And the shadow of the demon once again shrouded the sky of Qinyin, staring at her head coldly, her gaze like a silver needle of ice, as if it had been pierced into Qinyin's brain.

Qin Yin's confidence suddenly collapsed. Although the messenger had betrayed her, she knew in her heart that it was simply not more normal to betray the subordinate members of the subordinate organizations of the subordinate family with the status of the messenger. So the heart of the whole mission is on the Messenger. As soon as the messenger died, Qin Yin felt at a loss as to what to do.

It seems that the principal died violently at the opening ceremony, and the first reaction of the students who looked up to listen to the training below was not to go forward to fulfill the principal's last wish, but to think blankly, it is estimated that there will be a holiday?

"I'll count to three, and I'll make a hole in your face." Charlie said irritablely. "One."

Qin Yin was shocked, calmly pressed the brake valve, listened to Charlie's words, slowed down the plane, and then looked at the windshield, and said quietly: "I wish you a lonely life." ”

Charlie said coldly: "If you don't say that I will." ”