Chapter 561

While the dead body collapsed to the ground, Raytheon Eric immediately realized that things were bad.

He didn't expect the man in white to react so quickly. When he was still in the air, he was aware that someone was sneaking at him and could suddenly draw a gun.

Eric's left hand caught the camera held by the man in White's left hand, and his right hand stabbed the other party with his sleeve and controlled his body not to make a noise.

But the Glock 17 pistol on the white man's right hand could no longer catch it.

As the man in white turned into a dead body, his right hand suddenly lost control, drooped softly to the ground, and the pistol fell to the granite ground.

When the gun hits the ground, it will certainly make a crisp noise and disturb the people in the room.

Eric was quick witted and stretched out his right foot to cushion the falling pistol.

The gun hit Eric's instep without making a crisp sound. Eric breathed a long sigh of relief. At the moment when his nerves relaxed a little, Glock 17 slipped off the instep

Although the landing distance has been greatly shortened, there is still a slight knock.

TA——

Eric was in a cold sweat.

Then there was a slight sound of footsteps in the room.

Eric quickly took back his sleeve stab, dragged the body of the man in white to the shadow next to the corridor, put on his shoes quickly, then pulled out his pistol and flashed to the door.

Click——

The bolt in the wooden door made a sound of rotation, and the door opened with a babble.

"Oliver?"

A low voice of inquiry came from the door, full of vigilance.

Good chance!

Eric flashed out of the door and a Glock pistol with a silencer was aimed into the door.

A tall body stood in the door, a pair of dead fish eyes staring at Eric, face to face.

The muzzle of the gun was almost on the forehead of the man standing in the door.

But Eric was surprised and his hand on the trigger shook slightly.

One hand suddenly reached out from the door and clasped Eric's wrist. Almost at the same time, the guy standing in the door fell back on his back.

Corpse!

It's just a body!

Several bullet holes in his face have been vanity blurred. His head is like a rotten watermelon smashed with several hammers. He is wearing autumn clothes and trousers, which are covered with blood. His coat seems to have been stripped off.

The hand holding Eric was so powerful that it took him all in.

Eric subconsciously turned his wrist and shot directly at the door on the right.

Almost at the same time, the hand held up with force, and did not seize the gun. Instead, it directly pressed its finger on Eric's index finger pressed on the trigger, and the other finger, like a flexible snake, instantly pressed down the speed machine at the rear of Glock 17!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

In the continuous firing state, Glock 17 has reached a crazy firing speed, which is not inferior to any submachine gun!

Bullets were fired one after another. There were all kinds of sounds of warheads on the walls and tables everywhere in the room, and all kinds of paper, wood and stone chips flew everywhere.

A full magazine emptied in less than two seconds!

A cold light flashed from behind the door, cut through the air, brought out an arc, and stabbed Eric's throat!

The same sleeve thorn!

Clang——

In the crisis, Eric's sleeve stabs also pop up. Two sleeve stabs collide in the air, sending out harsh dragon chants and sparks!

Almost in an instant, both sides seemed to understand who the opponent was!

Eric immediately let go and the pistol fell to the ground.

He gave up the empty Glock 17, a pistol without bullets. Its function was lower than a wooden stick. Moreover, in this master duel, he would not have a chance to play again.

By this time, Eric had seen the man behind the door - the masked man.

After releasing the gun, Eric put his hand directly around the other party's neck and swung it hard to hit the masked man's head directly on the wall.

Of course, the masked man was not a vegetarian. He also drew gourds, hooked Eric's neck and smashed his head against the wall.

They hit the hard granite wall almost at the same time.

Eric saw the stars all over the sky and the whole world was spinning.

The opponent is really terrible. They both learn close combat in the same way. They know each other too well and know each other too well. Such two opponents fight each other with their lives. As a result, there is only one, killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

"You..."

Eric squatted down and tried his best not to faint. He looked at the masked man opposite and asked fiercely, "are you Simon?"

The masked man didn't answer. Obviously, he was a little dizzy just now.

Suddenly, he pulled out a Glock pistol from his waist, which was found from the dead policeman, and the black muzzle was aimed at Eric.

The distance between them was less than two meters, and Eric had no gun in his hand.

The masked man pulled the trigger towards Eric.

Miso——

Before the bullet was fired, a sleeve stab accurately entered the barrel of the Glock pistol!

In a hurry, Eric pressed the sleeve stab mechanism and shot the sleeve stab directly into the barrel of the pistol.

Bang——

Almost at the same time, the pistol exploded!

The parts were scattered on the ground, Eric screamed and fell to the ground, and the masked man followed with a wail, covered his right hand, and blood seeped out of his fingers.

The warhead flew the sleeve stab, but the distance was too close, and the fragments were directly shot at Eric. Although he was wearing a soft VIII bulletproof vest, a fragment of sleeve stab was still embedded in his shoulder.

The masked man was also torn open by the fragments from the blast.

Once again, the two were still fifty and fifty, and neither took too much advantage.

However, for the two top assassins who also received extremely rigorous training, the pain was soon contained, and they jumped on and wrestled together.

Constant close combat, elbow, knee, finger, palm, fist, and all available killing skills are used.

The two hit from one end of the room to the other, and then from the other end to the other end, knocked over the table, cracked the wooden cabinet on the wall, and finally bent several iron pillars even the iron cage.

A minute later, they squatted on the ground again. You looked at me and I looked at you like two dogs in a cage, panting and staring at each other.

The masked man didn't say a word.

This makes Eric unable to make a final judgment. Is he Simon!?

However, one thing is certain that the other party must be an assassin of the brotherhood, and from the perspective of reaching out, it definitely belongs to the level of the twelve disciples. Ordinary assassins don't have such good skills.

Both of them seem to have returned to the situation when they were trained under their tutors. The endless real-life confrontation day by day. Everyone's killing skills are so similar that they know each other as well as themselves.

"Are you Simon?" Eric asked again.