Chapter 562

The masked man was still like a mute. Except for gasping, he didn't answer Eric's questions.

Eric really seemed to rush up and tear off each other's mask to see if the bottom face was his best brother, Simon, who had been with him for many years like his brother.

After hearing a few short conversations, Eric could almost conclude from his voice that it was Simon.

The two grew up together and received the most rigorous training under cerlanders. They were accepted as adopted children by cerlanders, former president of the Holy Cross brotherhood. Although they were not born, they were brothers and sisters.

If it was Simon, Eric would rush up without hesitation to give his brother a hug and ask him why he didn't come to him since he wasn't dead?

He witnessed the process of Ximen falling into the river on the Moscow bridge.

Ximen was shot by members of mafi and fell into the river. He broke through a thin layer of ice and disappeared into the water. 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 each other instantly understood each other's intention.

There are two guns on the ground, exactly one and a half guns.

A complete Glock 17 with no bullets, a blasted Glock 17 with bullets in the magazine. The same model is compatible with bullets.

The two guns lie almost in the same place, depending on who gets it first.

Between the lightning and flint, the two rushed up like cheetahs.

Before jumping forward, the masked man raised his hand and shot a thorn in Eric's sleeve.

Eric's sleeve thorn had just been used, and the cuff was already empty.

The masked man calculated carefully and shot sleeve stabs. Eric had no power to fight back and could only avoid. Their abilities are almost the same, and their strength and speed are almost the same. One side dodges, and the other side must appear to be holding hands!

To the surprise of the masked man, Eric didn't dodge, as if he didn't see the sleeve stab shot at his chest and jumped directly at the pistol on the ground.

Just hesitated a little, and the firing of the sleeve stab actually delayed the action of the masked man by a few tenths of a second.

A few tenths of a second is enough to decide life and death in the master's fight.

Sniff——

In the stunned eyes of the masked man, Eric got a stab in his chest. Before the masked man caught two pistols, he completed the whole action of unloading and loading the magazine with both hands in an instant.

The black muzzle of the gun was on the forehead of the masked man.

The shot sleeve stab directly hit Eric's left chest. It didn't stab into his body, but jingled to the ground.

Bulletproof vests!

The masked man was shocked and found that he had made a fatal mistake.

Eric is playing the role of bodyguard tonight. He is wearing a soft bulletproof vest. Although he can't play a good role in dealing with some automatic rifles, he is more than enough to deal with the sleeve stabs shot by the exquisite cuff mechanism.

"You lost!"

Eric looked at the masked man and said coldly, "who are you? Which of the twelve disciples?"

The masked man hummed coldly twice, slowly stretched out his hand to his face, grabbed the edge of the mask and slowly lifted it up

Eric's heart gradually accelerated, and he could hear his heart start to beat wildly.

The answer was about to be solved, but he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of fear.

It's like opening a box, as if a poisonous snake would jump out and give you a fatal bite.

The real face of the masked man appeared in front of Eric little by little, with pale skin color, thin lips like a blade, and those gray eyes with infinite murderous Qi.

"Simon!"

Eric blurted out in surprise.

The person in front of him is his brother Simon, who was on an assassination mission with himself in Moscow but was betrayed and finally trapped on a bridge and shot dead in the river!

Compared with Simon, Eric seemed to feel an unprecedented strangeness.

Yes, the man in front is Simon, but

But it's not the original Simon.

His face was full of violence and the hatred in his eyes, which was completely different from the care and warmth in his eyes when he faced himself.

Eric shivered and the muzzle of the gun hung down.

Just a distraction, Simon's head tilted to the right like lightning, and his hands were as fast as lightning. He cut directly on the wrist of Thor Eric, a perfect gun grabbing action.

Glock's magic came to Simon in the twinkling of an eye.

Simon stood up slowly with the gun in his hand. The muzzle of the gun never left Eric's head.

Eric raised his head. He did not hide or resist, but looked at his brother in front of him, Simon, the saint of the twelve.

"Brother..."

Eric licked his dry lips, just said two words, and got a heavy sweep on his face.

The sweep kicked Eric into a blank in his mind. The man fell to the right and his head was heavy on the ground with a bang.

The huge impact force almost made Eric faint, and the right side of his head was bleeding.

He struggled to get up from the ground. As soon as he got up, Simon kicked him on his stomach, kicked him over several times and lay directly on the ground.

"John." Simon called out Eric's holy name among the twelve disciples, "you are still so emotional. As an assassin, you are really a poor quality."

Eric propped himself up, retched a few times and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and gastric juice.

"Brother... I'm your brother. Why..."

Snap——

Another kick, Eric was kicked out like a broken sack, and this time he hit the wall directly before he stopped.

He felt as if his bones were falling apart. His lungs were aching even when he took a breath.

If I hadn't been wearing a soft bulletproof vest, I would have broken my ribs with that kick just now.

He never understood why Simon had to lay a heavy hand on himself. He narrowly escaped death and his brothers met again. According to the script, shouldn't he hold his head and cry?

What happened to Simon?

"Brother, what happened... I'm glad to see you. Why did you do this to me?"

Eric's eyes were full of blood. He took a hard breath, stabilized his rolling vomiting, and looked at Simon, who was expressionless, and questioned loudly.

"Why? Ha ha!" Simon suddenly smiled. "It's so funny that you asked me why? You shameful and despicable villain, you still have the face to ask me why!"

"I thought you died in Moscow..." Eric said, "I saw you fall into the river with my own eyes... I have been looking for a chance to avenge you, chasing you to Africa and killing Vera..."

"Yes, I know, I know." Simon looked at his once familiar brother in front of him. "It's wonderful to kill people and kill people."