"Humph!"
At the mention of Thrandes, Anthony's eyes were full of resentment, and he said hatefully: "That's right, after you disappeared, he was already seriously ill, and it was too easy to kill him."
There was no need for a sick man like him to stay in the position of president, and the Brotherhood of the Holy Cross worshipped the strong, not the sick. ” "What's more......" he continued, "that position should have been mine, but I didn't expect him to want to pass it on to John......"
The John in his mouth is none other than Eric, the god of thunder, and John is just Eric's code name among the twelve apostles of the Holy Cross.
Remembering the Damascus steel dagger in Eric's hand in the castle, the ancient knife called the "Blood Blade" representing the power of the Crucifixion, Simon's heart jumped wildly.
He believed Anthony was telling the truth.
Seeing Simon's blank expression, Anthony was even more proud.
"Why, even you're surprised to hear this, aren't you?
You thought the future position was yours, but it was John, and I think you would be disappointed too. ” Anthony said: "I was even more disappointed at the time, when I was with Thrandes, just like you and John, he was able to ascend to the position of president, and I took great credit, but I did not expect that he would pass on to John, not even you, as the head of the disciples, we should eat according to our ability, and John was not qualified to be president." ” "Then why are you designing to harm me?"
Simon stared at Anthony.
"Why?
It's a simple truth, don't you understand?
Anthony glanced at Simon contemptuously: "Just killing one of you is not enough for me, the relationship between you is so good, one dies and the other will definitely be tracked down, of course I will kill two birds with one stone, what is more pleasant than letting you kill each other?"
” Simon said, "Now that I know everything, aren't you afraid that we will join forces to kill you?"
” Anthony shrugged, "It seems that I still underestimated the friendship between you, you didn't kill John in the castle, but it doesn't matter, now that you see here, you won't have a chance to get out alive."
Come on, boy, let me, an old bone, tell you what a true top-level assassin should be!
” Almost at the same time as the words landed, Anthony jumped up like a black panther, and the fighting knives in the hands of the two of them were waved so that they could not see clearly, only the constant "hissing" sound could be heard.
A few seconds later, the two separated again.
Simon looked miserable, with familiar wounds on his arms and chest, and blood stained his snow suit.
Anthony, on the other hand, looked much more relaxed, except for a shallow bloodstain on his face.
"Humph!"
Anthony looked at Simon with pity, and said, "With your three-legged cat kung fu, you still want to be the president?"
It's really not as good as the generation!
It seems that my decision is still correct, the Holy Cross Brotherhood will fall into the hands of a rotten thing like you, and sooner or later it will lose the face of our predecessors!
” "Phew!"
Simon spat on the ground, expressing his contempt.
"Don't be stubborn, try again!"
The two of them instantly swung their knives forward again and fought together.
Hand-to-hand combat swordsmanship is a compulsory course for almost every special forces, and as a top Assassin organization, all Assassins of the Holy Cross Brotherhood are of course required to undergo this training.
What's more, the profession of assassin in the early era of cold weapons, the use of knives, sticks and other instruments represents a basic value of its lethality, but in the era of cold weapons, with the progress of science and technology, assassination methods have become endless, and cold weapons are not as important as before.
Any martial arts pay attention to the mantra of fast, accurate, and ruthless, which is the iron law of almost all fighters.
Ding—— When the two men parted again, Simon was left with a deep blood mark on the back of his hand.
His knife slammed into the ground with a crisp thud.
"It seems......
You're really not average rotten.
Anthony felt his heart beat faster, and he suddenly realized that he was really getting old.
The twilight of the heroes is a kind of sadness, no matter how good you are, you can't fight for time.
Anthony took a few breaths and sneered: "Simon, you don't even have a knife, why should you fight me?"
” He was always a little uneasy in his heart, although he had the upper hand in martial arts, but after all, he lost to Simon in terms of physical strength.
One force will drop ten, especially in martial arts.
All martial arts and martial arts are based on physical strength, and the same is true for assassination.
He was a little surprised that his physical strength had dropped so quickly, beyond his own measure, according to this state, if the battle dragged on, he really didn't dare to say who would die.
However, to his slight reassurance, the captain of SAS, James, and his colleagues, who had gone out to check the sentry posts and monitoring heads, would soon be back, and time was in his favor.
Simon never said a word, but stared at Anthony silently.
Anthony saw a strange look in Simon's eyes, which made him a little uneasy.
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It stands to reason that Simon could not have been unaware of his departure, and it was he himself who was now at a complete disadvantage.
Why......
Before he could think about it, Anthony suddenly felt a wetness under his nostrils, as if something was leaking out.
Simon finally smiled.
Anthony reached out and wiped it, and found that his hands were covered with red blood.
Simon suddenly took two steps back, folded his hands, and looked at the vice president in front of him with the eyes of a laboratory experimenter observing a guinea pig through a glass box.
"I didn't expect you to last that long."
He said: "When it comes to combat effectiveness, I admit that I lost to you. ” Anthony felt his heart start beating uncontrollably again, his breathing involuntarily accelerated, and a layer of white mist suddenly appeared in his vision, as if sitting in a sauna, his whole body was hot, and the blood in his veins was running through his body at a high speed that he could feel.
Then, I felt my throat feel sweet, and I opened my mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then, the ears and eyes began to ooze blood, and the skin began to glow an abnormal crimson, and the eyes were as red as rubies, which looked very scary.
"You ......"
He kept wiping the blood, but he could never wipe it clean, he knew very well that it was the bursting of blood vessels, starting with the tiny blood vessels, because they were the smallest and thinnest in caliber, and under the maximum pressure of the blood, it was these small capillaries that burst first.
As the heart beats faster and faster, like a stalled engine, eventually the large blood vessels will burst open under this pressure, and at that time, you will die.
Poisoned!
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, but when did Simon poison him?
Could it be the knife in his hand?
No way!
He crouched down, picked up the knife, and looked at it, convinced that it was non-toxic on the blade.
It can poison the knife, but in fact, even if the skin is cut, it can penetrate into the bloodstream in a very small amount, and it is impossible to kill so quickly.
What the hell is going on!?