Chapter 594

"Throw away your gun and raise your hand..." Simon said.

Eric knew that he had lost all his opportunities. In this case, he could not turn defeat into victory.

Simon was the strongest assassin among the twelve disciples in all subjects. Among the twelve disciples, more than 300 teenagers were selected for selection, and only 12 remained in the end.

Throughout the selection process, death hung over everyone's head.

Eric might not have survived if Simon hadn't taken care of him.

It is for this reason that Eric has always regarded Simon as his brother.

Eric slowly put the Glock 17 pistol and g36 assault rifle on the ground and raised his hands.

Simon said, "kick the gun away."

Eric can only do it.

"If you can..."

He turned slowly, facing directly behind him, holding a gun at his West gate.

"I want to die standing, and I want to know why you want me to die?"

Simon slowly took off his mask and showed his true face.

"Look, is it the old John standing in front of me?" he sneered: "I thought I would see a trace of guilt in your eyes, but I couldn't see anything."

"You still think I betrayed you..."

Before Eric finished, Simon's gun burst into flames.

The distance between them was seven or eight meters, and the bullet hit Eric's chest like a giant hammer.

The huge impact suddenly knocked Eric to the ground and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah --"

Eric was wearing a bulletproof vest stripped from the tomb digger members. Unlike the previous soft bulletproof vest, the surface of this bulletproof vest was Kevlar fiber and the interior was equipped with enamel bulletproof plate.

Even at a distance of 7 meters, the pistol cannot penetrate the baffle.

It's just that it feels bad to be shot.

Eric felt almost out of breath. His internal organs seemed to have moved due to the huge blow.

He struggled to get up from the ground.

Just standing firm, Simon pulled the trigger again.

A bullet hit Eric in the chest and hit him like a sack again.

"Vomit -"

Eric fell to his knees, tumbling in his stomach and began to vomit.

The bullet hit Eric's abdomen, but it was still protected by bulletproof vests.

Every bulletproof board has a bearing limit. With Simon's shooting method, he can't hit his left eye at this distance. He doesn't miss it, but like a cat catching a mouse. His hatred can be vented through this extreme way of venting.

"This feeling is very familiar, isn't it? You should have experienced the taste of shooting for a long time. However, I don't think you may have tried the taste of being shot more than ten times at once."

Simon looked coldly at the once brotherly brother in front of him, his teeth clenched.

"On the bridge in Moscow, if I hadn't worn a bulletproof vest, I'd feed fish at the bottom of the river now. I want you to taste the feeling of being hit and half dead. John, even if you die a hundred times, it's hard to untie my hatred. Don't worry, I won't make you lonely after killing you. Anthony is in Stockholm tonight. I'll let him go To accompany you. "

"Wait..."

Listening to Simon's bitter complaint, Eric wanted to explain.

But Simon didn't give him a chance.

Poof——

Another shot.

Eric, who had been kneeling on the ground, was like a dummy kicked away by one foot, sliding on all fours for one meter.

"I didn't..."

"Nothing?"

"I didn't betray you. I thought you were dead..."

"Of course you think I'm dead, or you won't start to move the $10 million in your account. Did you sell my life in exchange? Who did you sell me to? Anthony? So that he can climb to the position of President?" Simon's face twisted into a ball and looked terrible.

"I don't know what ten million..."

Poof——

Another shot, Eric's eyes turned white this time, covered his chest and rolled on the ground. He won four shots in total. The tactical vest in front of his chest was full of white fine powder, which was the fine debris ejected after the enamel baffle was cracked under the impact of the warhead.

Simon was angry with revenge in his eyes and said in a harsh voice, "ten million dollars in your Swiss bank account! Do you think I'm a fool? I checked all your accounts. In the past, you used to collect remuneration when you took the task. You didn't have so much money before!"

"But six months ago, you suddenly rented a safe and opened an account in the Swiss bank. On the night after my accident, 10 million US dollars was deposited into your Swiss account from an untraceable offshore bank. Until a month ago, the 10 million began to be slowly transferred to your remuneration account one by one!"

"I haven't moved my account for a long time..." Eric gasped and gulped like a hot crazy dog in summer, with cold sweat all over his neck and forehead.

Now he feels pain in his breathing, and he doesn't know if he broke a rib or something.

"After your accident, I've been waiting for an opportunity to track down who betrayed us. I thought that since someone can betray us, they must know our action plan that night. They must be familiar. In this case, they will also know my reward account. If I use the money inside, I will be tracked, so I haven't dared to use it..."

Simon snorted coldly, "Oh?! so I should thank you? Are you tracking down my betrayer and killing Vera to avenge me?"

"That's the truth!"

Poof——

When the fifth shot was fired, Eric howled like a pig. He was already against the wall. This shot hit the back of his head against the wall, which made him feel painful and dizzy.

"You are so crazy! Simon!... Oh! It hurts me so much! I really didn't betray you!" Eric shed tears in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of injustice or pain.

"I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid to die unjustly. You killed me today. When you find out the truth, you will regret it!"

Simon's face was covered with a black breath, and the murderous spirit rose from him like boiling water.

He strode forward with the muzzle slightly raised.

This time, the muzzle was directly aimed at Eric's head.

"Say! How do you want to die!" Simon snapped.

"Well, since you are indiscriminate, there is nothing to say between us. Aren't you known as the head of the twelve disciples?" Eric stretched out his hand and touched it into his tactical vest.

"What do you want?" Simon's pupils contracted slightly.

"Don't worry, I don't have a gun here..." Eric took out his hand and added a Damascus dagger. "I don't want to be shot. You can kill me with it. I just want to die under this dagger. Now, use your pig like head to decide whether to do this!"