In the suite, at the moment when he noticed footsteps approaching, Bourbon and Scotland glanced at each other and attacked at the same time.

They originally thought they could subdue people with one move, but who knew that Ley, who was far away from the window, suddenly rushed straight from a distance, even faster than the two of them, and was already hitting each other's necks.

The unobtrusive assault was deftly dodged by the man in the bedroom.

Through the light coming in through the curtains, the three of them could easily see the appearance of the person in front of them.

It was a young man, who looked no more than twenty years old, with half-length hair draped over his shoulders, a nightgown loosely worn on his body, and sleepiness between his eyebrows, but every look of surprise seemed to have been aware of someone in the room.

Bourbon and Scotland immediately took advantage of their position and retreated behind the man, waiting for their next chance to make a move.

Before the two of them could look at each other again to confirm their next plan, they saw a very dark streamer, as if it was reflected by some metal.

The man hides his hand under the sleeve of his wide dressing gown, holding a hand/gun steadily.

The face of the undercover public security agent was pale.

No, this is no ordinary tenant.

Although most of these people who can enter and leave the venue will carry firearms to defend themselves, ordinary people will be more or less panicked when they see three people in their room in the middle of the night who are about to do something to themselves.

This emotion was not visible at all on the face of the man in front of him.

Whatever the reason, what they have to do now is to subdue the man first, and then find a way to save his life first.

Thinking so, Bourbon clenched his fists and attacked again.

Ahead, the black-haired man was already entangled with Ley, and he was very dexterous in his movements, able to easily dodge every attack, and the bell on his ankle jingled in between movements, making the already chaotic scene even more chaotic.

Agile movements, but lack of strength.

After a few encounters, Bourbon, who had spent most of his time outside of the battle, quickly had an assessment of his opponent's fitness.

Some of the movements should have been more aggressive, but the other party did not do it, especially the movement of one arm.

He stopped, and smelled a faint smell of blood in the room.

Looking at the two men who were fighting, the man in the nightgown had an open neckline to reveal a little white gauze, which was darker near the inside, and had been moistened by the blood that had flowed from the wound after it had been reopened.

It was also because of this scar that he avoided the movement of his arm as much as possible when he shot, and attacked more with his leg and the uninjured hand.

As he pondered, Bourbon saw a flash of cold light.

The man flipped the gun/stick in his hand a few times, aimed his backhand at his position and Scotland, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A bullet was fired from the muzzle, and the hand/gun loaded with the silencer/device only heard the sound of the collision of the body, which reached everyone's ears in the empty room, and was tightly blocked by the doors and windows in the suite, and did not pass out a single bit.

The two dodged the bullet and did not make any more rash moves, and the room fell into a brief stalemate for a while.

Ley, who was standing in front of him, squinted his eyes and looked down, quickly landing on the silver bracelet ankle of the man in the bathrobe in front of him, from where the crisp sound of the bell came from the fight just now.

The fierce attack moves and the hand/gun in his hand had already changed his mind that he was just an ordinary tenant in the bedroom, but after closer inspection, he couldn't see what his identity was for a while.

Ley tilted his head slightly and swept over the two people on the side who were still in a stalemate with him, and once again took the lead to meet them.

It seemed that he had long thought that the other party would make other moves, and the tenant immediately raised his hand to meet it.

Seeing that the two were fighting again, Bourbon narrowed his eyes, quickly found a breakthrough from the side, and attacked.

When he made physical contact, he found that the skin of the person in front of him was very hot, and even his face had abnormal flushing, which should be still feverish.

Although the black-haired man had avoided his current negative state as much as possible during the action, he was still unable to do anything because of the wound and fever.

It will be over soon.

Bourbon used his hand to quickly attack the opponent's shoulder, and the man dodged, and when Ray attacked from behind, he had no time to dodge, so he could only advance and retreat, and kicked him out to force the attack back.

However, the injury and fever still affected the movement, and after the kick was dodged sideways, the tenant's movement of retracting his leg slowed down, and the leg was directly grabbed.

Ley almost used only one palm to wrap the other party's bony ankle, and the black-haired and green-eyed man subconsciously raised one eyebrow and dragged the person forward to make him lose his balance, completely breaking the balance that no one had seized the upper hand before.

Grabbing his ankle and pulling forward, and losing his balance on his other leg, Scotland immediately slashed at the back of his neck, trying to make the man unconscious.

In order to get out of the confinement, the tenant could only spend all his strength on dealing with the guy in front of him, and only had time to avoid the movement of the person behind him to slash at the back of his neck, and took the blow with his shoulder.

"Shhhh

He couldn't help but let out a choked inhale from his throat, and quickly broke free from his confinement, reaching out to cover his right shoulder.

After receiving this blow, he dodged Ley's hand again, but he didn't expect Scotland behind him to take the opportunity to move and pull one of his wrists to twist behind him.

It was the injured side that was being pulled, and the arm was pulled to the wound on the shoulder, and the man was relieved of his strength for a moment, and at this moment he was taken over by another person, twisting his hands and pressing them on the thick carpet.

Bourbon squeezed his wrist with his hand, and the struggle in this position would surely tear the wound on his shoulder, and the man seemed to realize this and did not move again.

Pressed against the carpet, the man quickly adjusted, except for the initial annoyance.

The tip of his nose rubbed against the long-haired carpet, and he couldn't help but turn his head and sneeze a little because of the slight itching, "I suggest you get up a little, after all, the purpose of your coming to arrest me shouldn't be to suffocate me directly in the carpet here?" ”

After glancing at Scotland, Bourbon lifted the man a little from the carpet and sat him down on the furry carpet, his grip on his wrist not letting go.

Because of the sneeze and the controlled posture just now, the sharpness of the fight just now subsided when the man sat on the carpet, and his hair was a little messy on his shoulders, and he looked a little pitiful when surrounded by three people.

But soon he adjusted his posture, and his sharpness spread anew, and he forced the carpet out of the sofa.

"Now that you've got it, why don't you talk about it?" The man raised his head, a strand of broken hair swept down, just rubbing against the tip of his nose, he simply puffed up his face slightly, and blew it away, because of this action, his face was a little childish like a young master.

"Like a reason, a purpose, or... The mastermind behind it? ”

Bourbon raised an eyebrow.

If he was really sent by someone else, he would have talked to him now, but unfortunately he just came in accidentally, and now the only purpose is to tie him up and take him away.

"Shhhhh Bourbon looked at the man in front of him condescendingly, put his index finger to his lips, and blocked the other party's next words, "You don't want us to do it here, do you?" ”

Scotland picked up the belt scattered on the ground, and the tail of the belt shook to the end of his eyes, causing him to squint his eyes.

"If you make a sound, it's going to bother us." The man with cat's eyes had a gentle face, but his eyes were full of cold and suppressed emotions, his gaze fell on the other party's pursed lips, and his voice was very soft, "It's better to be quiet for a while." ”

As if he knew that the three people in front of him would not talk to him at all, he turned his face away, and his originally tense body relaxed a little, looking like he was angry and had to accept his fate.

Bourbon held the other man with only one hand, and grabbed the strap next to him with the other, ready to secure his wrist.

Who knew that at the moment when the strap was tied to the other party's wrist, the man suddenly broke free from the restraint and turned over, and at the same time exerted force at the waist, twisted his legs around the waist of the person behind him and pressed it back to the carpet.

In an instant, the two completely switched positions, and the tenant took the opportunity to pull out the knife from the other's waist with one hand and put it against the throat of the person below him, and the other hand reached for the hand/gun on the carpet.

Bourbon immediately grabbed the other man's wrist and didn't let the dagger fall. At the same time, the faces in the rear immediately reacted, and Ley held the gun to the back of the man's chest from behind, raising an eyebrow at his companion who was pressed to the ground.

Because of the man's unhappy expression, Bourbon pointed a gun in one hand at the chest of the man sitting above his abdomen, and motioned for the two to pull the man on top of his body.

Scotland also grabbed the wrist of the hand that was going to get the gun and kicked the hand/gun a little farther away.

"You can't beat us."

Holding the man by the waist from behind, Ley pulled him directly from the wave itself, "Give up early to be less sinful." ”

"The third watch broke into a private house in the middle of the night and hit three to one, do you think you are very capable?" The man couldn't help but say sarcastically.

The mouth was still unforgiving, but the whole person tensed when he was buckled at the waist, and Ley looked at the other party's reaction and chuckled.

Because he was too close, he smiled, and the hot breath he exhaled all fell on the side of the neck and the base of the ear of the person in front of him, itching so much that the other party couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The laughter seemed to provoke the anger of the other party directly, and Ley saw the man's eyebrows raised from the side, and then he raised his foot in anger and stepped on himself hard.

He was sleeping just now, and he didn't wear shoes and socks at all, and the black-haired and green-eyed man didn't feel any pain at his feet, but saw that the other party was kicking the leather shoes hard because of the bare/naked soles of his feet, and he frowned in pain first.

The timing was wrong, but seeing that the other party stepped on him angrily, and instead frowned in pain, Ley still couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

The previous moves of the person in front of him were very ruthless, he knew how to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses to attack and defend, and he didn't hesitate to shoot, only the kick just now showed the feeling of hurting the enemy by a hundred and self-inflicting a thousand.

It's like a little animal that has been provoked to tear the cuffs of people with its teeth, but instead of hurting the other party at all, it bites its own teeth and hurts, and when it loosens its mouth, it falls backwards.

He really feels that the other party should be a young master from a rich family now, or he is pampered and spoiled, and he wants to give anything, otherwise he can't raise this kind of temperament.

It's just that I don't know which chaebol would teach the young master of his family to use a gun in a fight like this, and let the other party go to a dangerous place and come back with an injury.

But no matter what the status, first subdue and take it away, and then say, Bourbon and Scotland can't be allowed to get their hands on it.

Thinking like this, the black-haired and green-eyed man suddenly reached out from behind, grabbed the waist of the person in front of him and pressed it back, with a meaningful smile in his voice, "It's going to be solved anyway, I still like him, do you mind letting me take it back first?" ”