Chapter 301

Sure enough, as I judged, the opponent is a master at using knives, and I'm not even suitable for using Oriental knives.

It took me a long time to realize that I didn't even have the right gesture to hold the knife.

After three collisions, the Oriental sword in my hand began to tremble. At this time, the Oriental warrior suddenly picked the blade and an arc came up.

I still instinctively use the Oriental knife to block, only to hear when a crisp ring.

I only saw that the Oriental knife in my hand was shaken and flew away. The knife circled in the air for several times, drew a beautiful parabola, and finally stabbed on the ground.

And the Japanese ninja seems to have a chance to win.

But he ignored one detail. In the last block, I held the knife with one hand.

And my other hand touched the dagger. Just as the Oriental knife was on the ground, my dagger suddenly stabbed out.

Dark dagger, without any momentum, will not draw streamer in the air.

The Oriental warrior only felt a stab in the neck before he found that he had been stabbed.

He just wanted to go back to defense, but I immediately hit the dagger, and then scratched it on his hand. His wrist was injured, and his strength was greatly reduced. My left hand grasped his hand holding the knife, and then my right hand first pulled out the dagger.

The position where he got the knife was in the carotid artery, because at the critical moment, I could only attack the most crucial part of him and kill him with one blow. This is Ouyang Na's unique skill of using the knife, which is one inch short and one inch dangerous.

After pulling out the knife, his neck artery ejects a blood column. It only takes two minutes for such blood to drain all his blood.

But I can't wait two minutes.

After taking back the dagger, my knife stabbed him in the belly.

The eastern warrior let out a cry and fell into a pool of blood. He never thought that he wanted to avenge his companions, but he died earlier than his companions.

At this time, I took a deep breath and ran to the foot of the mountain. After all, there was a sniper on the other side. If I didn't guess wrong, the sniper had changed his sniper position and he would kill me.

At this time, although I killed two people, I was not confident. I used the remaining dagger to deal with a mercenary with the most advanced sniper rifle.

Although I have watched a lot of Anti Japanese dramas, and every time I feel passionate about the protagonist's behavior, I know that they are all used by the writers to fight the whole nation. The real fight is about equipment and intelligence.

All the way, until dawn, I looked back at the distance, and found nothing unusual. If the other party moved, it would at least cause the trees to vibrate.

That's a relief. However, I lost my mobile phone. I found a fellow and found out that it was about 200 kilometers away from my destination Dali.

But I was lucky. I met a farmer who went to Dali to sell goods. He took me a part of the way with a tractor.

This farmer is called Zhang. He is about forty years old. He asked me to call him Uncle Zhang. What he was doing was reselling matsutake. It happened that he needed to send a load of matsutake to Dali.

I got a ride.

Along the way, he told me a lot about the local situation. I asked him if he knew about the Hong'an group. As a result, when the old man mentioned the Hong'an group, he immediately said something similar to bi Fujian, not to mention the grandson.

Hearing this, I know that Hongan group has done nothing good.

I want to continue to inquire, but this uncle doesn't seem to know much, so I don't ask any more.

When I was approaching Dali, he asked me if I had a hotel reservation.

I told him that he didn't, so he said to me that I know a landlady whose hotel is more distinctive, especially suitable for white-collar workers like you.

I shook my head and said, "I'm not a white-collar worker now. I met a few money robbers before. I have nothing but my wallet, and I almost gave it back to someone else to kill me.".

Uncle Zhang said with a slight smile, it's OK. This landlady is very powerful. If you live with him, I'm sure no one dares to trouble you.

I heard a little smile and said, oh, if it's from Hong'an group.

As a result, Uncle Zhang's answer surprised me.

"To tell you the truth, the third member of the Hong'an group is Li Yongzhi. He wants to take advantage of the beautiful landlady, but he steals chicken every time. It's all fixed by the beautiful landlady. I don't want it anymore.

Ouch.

I listen to this Uncle Zhang often use some network vocabulary, when even a smile said, yo, this landlady is very powerful.

Uncle Zhang continued. Of course, she knows Kung Fu. It's no problem for her to fight seven or eight old men alone.

Hearing this, I was more interested, so I promised to stay in his hotel, at least, no security.

Uncle Zhang, with a smile, drove to Dali.

After entering the city, Uncle Zhang gave me a business card, and then said to me, little brother, oh, I'm going to sell matsutake. The purchasing station of matsutake is no longer the same way as the hotel to Arong. Let's break up here.

I said with a smile, thank you, Uncle Zhang.

After jumping out of the car, I took out 200 yuan to Uncle Zhang, saying that it was his own travel expenses, but Uncle Zhang waved and said that he didn't need to. This time, I seldom met young people like me who were so willing to listen to him.

To be honest, Uncle Zhang is really good at talking. It's no wonder the drivers are all sports cars. Now it's not easy to meet me. I'm his free companion along the way.

According to statistics, 90% of taxi drivers are talkative.

No wonder, it is said that Toyo has now launched silent taxis. If I have a chance, I'd like to do it.

Making such a car, at least not afraid of being killed.

Although I look down on the Asians, I have to admire them in some aspects.

After Uncle Zhang and I separated, I went to Xiaqiao hotel according to his direction.

The business card that Uncle Zhang gave me had a small map of Xiaqiao hotel. It seemed that the landlady was very good at business. People like Uncle Zhang, who often went to the city, sent him a business card to help sell.

I like the feeling of walking on the stone road in Dali city.

Used to the city's oil road, and then walk this kind of historical precipitation path, that feeling is also many different.

In a short time, I went to Xiaqiao hotel.

I saw a beautiful girl at the front desk of the hotel, so I went up with a smile and said, Hello, I'm introduced by Uncle Zhang. Are you sister Rong? Seeing the girl on the phone, she shook her head and said that I'm not sister Rong. Sister Rong is much more beautiful than me.