As the dead fish-like corpse collapsed to the ground, Thor's Eric immediately realized that something was wrong.
He didn't expect the man in white to react so quickly, and when he was still in the air, he had already realized that someone was sneaking up on him, and he could draw his gun violently.
Eric's left hand catches the camera held by the man in white in his left hand, and with his right hand he uses his sleeve spur to kill the other man and control his body to prevent him from falling to the ground and making a sound.
But the Glock 17 pistol in the man's right hand was no longer free to catch it.
As the man in white turned into a dead body, his right hand instantly lost control, and he slumped limply to the ground, and the pistol fell towards the granite ground.
The guns would definitely make a crisp sound when they hit the ground, and they would definitely alarm the people in the room.
Eric snapped into his wit and stretched out his right foot to pat the falling pistol.
The gun slammed into Eric's instep without making a crunch, and Eric let out a long sigh of relief, and just as his nerves relaxed slightly, Glock 17 slipped off his instep......
Although the distance to land has been greatly shortened, there is still a slight bumping sound.
Click- Eric broke out in a cold sweat.
Then, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the room.
Eric quickly withdrew his sleeve thorn, dragged the body of the man in white to the shadows by the hallway, quickly put on his shoes, and then drew his pistol and flashed to the door.
Click- There was a turning sound from the deadbolt of the wooden door, and the door clicked and opened.
"Oliver?"
There was a whisper of inquiry coming from the door, and his tone was full of vigilance.
Golden opportunity!
Eric flashed out of the door, a silencer-mounted Glock pistol aimed at the door.
A tall figure stood in the door, a pair of dead fish-like eyes staring at Eric, and the two faced each other.
The muzzle of the gun was almost on the forehead of the man standing in the door.
But Eric was taken aback, and his hand on the trigger shook slightly.
A hand suddenly reached out from the side of the door and grabbed Eric's wrist, and almost at the same time, the guy standing in the door fell backwards on his back.
Corpse!
That's just a corpse!
There are a few bullet holes on his face, which is already vain and blurred, and his head is like a rotten watermelon that has been smashed with a few hammers, and he is wearing autumn clothes and pants, which are stained with blood, and his coat seems to have been peeled off.
The hand that held Eric was surprisingly strong, and it actually carried him in.
Eric subconsciously turned his wrist and shot directly at the door on the right.
Almost at the same time, the hand lifted upwards with force, and instead of grabbing the gun, it pressed directly on Eric's index finger that was pressed on the trigger, and the other finger was like a nimble snake, instantly pressing down on the fast and slow machine in the rear position of Glock 17!
Whoosh Whoosh – The Glock 17 in burst fire has reached an insane rate of fire, which is in no way inferior to any submachine gun!
Bullets continued to be fired, and the room was filled with the sound of bullets shooting out of the walls and tables, and all kinds of confetti, wood and stone chips flew everywhere.
A full magazine is all poured out in less than two seconds!
A cold light flashed from behind the door, piercing the air and sending an arc of light straight to Eric's throat!
The same sleeve thorns!
Qiang – In the crisis, Eric's sleeve thorns also popped out, and the two sleeve thorns collided in the air, emitting a piercing dragon groan, and sparks flew everywhere!
Almost instantly, both sides seemed to understand who their opponents were!
Eric immediately let go, and the pistol fell to the ground.
He gave up the Glock 17, which had already been shot empty, a pistol that had no bullets and was less effective than a wooden stick, not to mention that in this kind of master duel, there would be no more chance to reload.
At this time, Eric had already seen the person behind the door - the masked man.
Letting go of the gun, Erik's hand hooked directly into the opponent's neck, and with a hard slash, he wanted to smash the masked man's head directly against the wall.
The masked man, of course, is not a vegetarian, and he also draws gourds, hooks Eric's neck, and smashes his head against the wall.
The two of them crashed into the hard granite wall almost simultaneously.
Eric saw the stars in the sky, and the whole world spun.
The opponent is really terrifying, both of them are learning the same way of hand-to-hand combat, too clear, and know each other too well, such two opponents fight with their lives, and the result is only one, kill a thousand, and lose eight hundred.
"You ......"
Eric crouched down, trying not to faint to the end, he looked at the masked man opposite, and asked sharply, "Are you Simon!?"
” The masked man didn't answer, apparently he was also a little dazed by the blow just now.
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Suddenly, he pulled a Glock pistol from his waist, which had been scavenged from the dead policeman, and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at Eric.
The distance between the two men was less than two meters, and Eric was no longer armed with a gun.
The masked man heads at Eric and pulls the trigger.
Wow – Before the bullet was fired, a sleeve spur was fired into the barrel of the Glock pistol accurately!
In a hurry, Eric pressed the mechanism of the sleeve spur and shot it directly into the barrel of the pistol.
Bang – Almost at the same time, the pistol exploded!
The parts were scattered all over the ground, and Eric fell to the ground screaming, and the masked man wailed, clutching his right hand, blood oozing from between his fingers.
The warhead knocked the sleeve spur flying, but it was too close, and the fragments shot directly at Eric, who was wearing soft IIIV body armor and still had a fragment of the sleeve spine sneaking into his shoulder.
And the masked man was also torn apart by the fragments from the explosion, and a hole was cut.
Fighting again, the two of them are still fifty or fifty, and neither of them has taken too much advantage.
However, for the two top Assassins, who were also extremely highly trained, the pain was quickly endured, and the two pounced on each other and scuffled together.
Constant hand-to-hand combat, elbows, knees, fingers, palms, fists, all available killing techniques.
The two of them struck from one end of the room to the other, and from one end to the other, knocking over the table, cracking the wooden cabinet on the wall, and finally bending a few iron pillars into the iron cage of the person concerned.
A minute later, the two of them squatted on the ground again, you looked at me, I looked at you, like two fighting dogs in a cage, panting and staring at each other.
The masked man didn't say a word again.
This makes it impossible for Eric to make a final judgment, is he Simon or not!?
However, one thing is certain, the other party must be an assassin of the Brotherhood, and judging from the outstretched hand, it definitely belongs to the level of the Twelve Apostles, and ordinary assassins do not have such good skills.
Both of them were back in the day when they were trained under their mentor, the kind of endless real confrontation day after day, and the killing techniques they learned were so similar, they knew each other as well as they knew themselves.
"Are you Simon?"
Eric asked again.