The masked man remained mute, and did not answer Eric's questions except for gasping.
Eric really rushed up and tore off the other party's mask to see if the face underneath was the best brother he had ever had, the Simon who had been with him like an older brother for many years.
After hearing a few short lines of conversation, Eric could almost conclude that it was Simon.
The two grew up together, received the most rigorous training under Thranders, and were adopted as adopted sons by the former president of the Brotherhood of the Holy Cross, Serlandus.
If it were Simon, Eric would not hesitate to rush up to give his brother a hug, and ask him why he didn't come to him since he wasn't dead?
He witnessed with his own eyes the process of falling Simon into the river on the Moscow Bridge.
At that time, Simon was strafed by the members of AFI, and the bullet fell into the river, smashed through a thin layer of ice and disappeared into the water, and in the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, he could not have a chance to survive.
Unless it's a miracle.
Their eyes fell to the ground at the same time, and they instantly understood each other's intentions.
There were two guns on the ground, one and a half to be exact.
A complete but empty Glock 17, a Glock 17 with a bomb but no magazine, the same model, bullets compatible.
The two guns are almost in the same place, and it depends on who gets their hands first and wins.
Between the lightning and flint, the two pounced on them like cheetahs.
Before lunging forward, the masked man raised his hand and shot the cuff spike in his sleeve at Eric.
Eric's cuff spurs had already been used, and the cuffs were already empty.
The masked man is meticulous and shoots a sleeve thorn, but Eric has no power to fight back and can only dodge.
The abilities of the two are almost the same, the strength and speed are almost the same, one side dodges, and the other party must appear to have hands!
To the masked man's surprise, Eric didn't dodge, as if he didn't see the sleeve spur that shot at his chest, and actually pounced directly on the pistol on the ground.
He only hesitated slightly, and firing the sleeve spur actually delayed the masked man's movements by a few tenths of a second.
A few tenths of a second, in a master's move, is enough to decide life and death.
Snort – In the masked man's stunned gaze, Eric received a sleeve stab in the chest, grabbed two pistols before the masked man, and completed the entire action of unloading and loading the magazine with both hands in an instant.
The muzzle of the black hole was pressed against the masked man's forehead.
The shot sleeve spur hit Eric directly in the left chest, and instead of stabbing into his body, it landed on the ground with a clang.
Body armor!
The masked man shuddered and realized that he had made a fatal mistake.
Eric was playing the role of a bodyguard tonight, wearing a soft body armor, which was not very effective against some automatic rifles, but it was more than enough to deal with the cuff spikes fired by the delicate cuff mechanism.
"You've lost!"
Eric looked at the masked man and said coldly, "Who the hell are you?"
Which of the twelve apostles?
” The masked man snorted coldly, slowly reached out to his face, grabbed the edge of the mask, and slowly lifted it upward......
Eric's heart quickened, and he could hear his own heartbeat starting to go wild.
The mystery was about to be solved, but he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of fear.
It's like opening a box, as if there will be a poisonous snake inside, and it will burst out to give you a fatal bite.
The true face of the masked man was presented in front of Eric little by little, with a pale complexion, thin lips like blades, and a pair of gray eyes with infinite murderous aura.
"Simon!"
Eric blurted out.
The person in front of him was his brother who was on an assassination mission with him in Moscow but was betrayed, and finally was besieged on the bridge and shot to death by his brother who fell into the river - Simon!
Compared to Simon in the past, Eric seemed to feel a stranger like never before.
That's right, the person in front of him is Simon, but ......
But it is not the original Simon.
His face was full of violence, and the hatred and anger in his eyes were completely different from the care and warmth in his eyes from before.
Eric shuddered, muzzle down.
In just a distraction, Simon's head was deflected to the right like lightning, and his hands were as fast as lightning, directly slashing at the wrist of Thorgod Eric, a perfect action to grab the gun.
Glock 17 was magically in Simon's hands in the blink of an eye.
Simon slowly stood up with his gun in his hand, the muzzle of which never left Eric's head.
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Eric looked up, he didn't hide, he didn't resist, but looked fixedly at the brother in front of him, Simon Simon, the saint of the twelve apostles.
"Brother......
Eric licked his dry lips and just said two words, he received a heavy leg slap in the face.
The leg sweep kicked Eric straight into a blank head, and the man fell to the right, his head slamming heavily on the ground with a bang.
The force of the impact nearly knocked Eric out, bleeding from the right side of his skull.
He struggled to get up from the ground, and as soon as he propped himself up, he was kicked in the stomach by Simon again, kicking him several times and lying directly on the ground.
"John."
Simon called out Eric's holy name among the Twelve Apostles, "You are still so emotional, as an Assassin, you are really a very poor talent. ” Eric propped himself up, retched a few times, and spat out a few mouthfuls of bloodshot and gastric juice.
"Brother......
I'm your brother, why are you ......"
Smack- With another kick, Eric was kicked out like a broken sack, this time hitting the wall before stopping.
He felt as if his bones were about to fall apart, and his lungs hurt even when he breathed.
If he hadn't been wearing a soft body armor, he would have broken his ribs with that kick just now.
He never understood why Simon had to deal with him, escaped death, and his brothers were reunited, according to the script, shouldn't he hold his head and cry?
What the hell happened to Simon?
"Brother, what the hell is going on......
I see you and am glad, why are you doing this to me?
” Eric's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he tried to breathe hard, steadied his tumbling vomit, and looked at Simon, who was expressionless, and asked loudly.
"Why?
Hahahaha!
Simon suddenly laughed, "It's so funny, you actually asked me why?"
You shameful and despicable villain, you still have the face to ask me why!?
” "I thought you died in Moscow......
"I saw with my own eyes that you fell into the river......
I've been looking for an opportunity to avenge you ever since, chasing me all the way to Africa and killing Vera......"
"Yes, I know, I know everything."
Simon looked at the younger brother in front of him, who he was once familiar with, "Killing people is wonderful." ”