my beauty world

Chapter 8 Endless
With the sudden attack, Ronan didn't panic, and rolled sideways, avoiding the stabbed dagger.

The bald head was extremely fast, and just as the tip of the knife fell to the floor, he pushed forward with his wrist to cut off where Ronan's kidney was.

Fighting close to the body, there was no time to draw the gun, Ronan turned over and hid, meditating on Iron Claws.

The bald head was so powerful that he stabbed Ronan's chest with a dagger from a tricky angle!
Ronan reached for the handle of the knife.

Unexpectedly, with a twist of the bald man's wrist, the short knife avoids Ronan's hand and cuts his neck.

Ronan was already close to the wall, kicked his foot on the wall of the living room, leaned out, avoided the knife, and finally drew his gun.

Before his finger could touch the trigger, he flicked his bald, empty left hand, and something flew out, flying towards Ronan's neck.

The distance between the two sides was too close, even with the vigilance of the predator, Ronan only had time to move his right hand and hit the throwing knife with the Glock in his hand.

This knife was extremely powerful, and there was a strange sound from the pistol.

The gun was damaged, and Ronan threw it at the bald head.

Taking advantage of his bald head to dodge, he got up from the ground.

"Come on!" Ronan opened his throat and shouted, "Come on! Help!"

The bald head was stunned for a moment, and he jumped on it again, wanting to use his best personal combat to kill the target.

The single-family house occupies a large area and is on the edge of the community, so no one hears it at all.

Just like Ronan thought, in the end of many things, the only one he can rely on is himself!

With a bald head and a sharp knife, Ronan was completely suppressed and could only dodge as best he could.

Ronan had practiced grappling and fighting in the original world, and American Ronan had been trained by hounds, but he was obviously inferior to a professional master like Baldhead.

Say "Iron Talon" silently again.

Back and hide!

Ronan realized that without the gun, it was not the bald opponent.

If it is consumed for a long time, it may be played to death by a bald head.

He can only look for an opportunity, use the special palm, and kill it with one blow!
Soon, there were three more cuts on his body. Fortunately, he hid quickly, and the wounds could only ooze blood.

Ronan retreated to the corner of the living room, with no room for change.

The bald-headed short knife went straight forward, piercing Ronan's chest. There was no way for Ronan to hide. He grabbed the blade with both hands and screamed at the same time, as if his hand was cut by the blade.

"what!"

The bald man shouted, showing a cruel smile, holding the knife in both hands, and pushing forward vigorously.

Can flesh and blood hold back a sharp blade?

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong, the dagger didn't seem to be stabbing the flesh.

Just as he was about to retreat, a head hit him quickly and hard!

With a bang, Ronan's forehead hit the bald man's nose hard.

This is one of the most vulnerable positions of the human body!

The bald head's eyes were tearing, and his strength was slack, Ronan took the opportunity to pull the short knife, bent his knees and hit the bald head's lower abdomen!

This is the most vulnerable position of a man, bar none!

The bald head let out a scream, and unconsciously let go of his hand.

Ronan grabbed the knife and grabbed the bald head's neck with his hands like iron claws.

The bald man's eyes turned black, and he soon lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, the bald head found that he was bowed and tightly bound.

Not far away, there are various cold weapons such as short knives, throwing knives, and hand crossbows.

With his upper body bare, the three small cuts were covered with Band-Aids. He picked up the dagger-like short knife and asked the bald head, "Who are you, and who sent you here?"

The bald head squeezed out a smile: "I said, will you let me go?"

Ronan also smiled: "What do you think?"

The bald head looked at Ronan's unscathed palm: "How do you practice your hands? Teach me, and I will tell you all."

Ronan didn't talk nonsense, he cut off the bald head's left little finger, and then looked at him.

The bald head let out a scream, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Ronan pulled away his right pinky finger again.

"Wait!" The bald head said loudly: "You promise to let me go, and I will say it."

Ronan said directly: "I promise to let you go."

Just guarantee it so casually?The bald head stopped talking.

Ronan looked at his watch: "It's eleven o'clock, we have all night."

Without the members of the Carter gang, he doesn't have to keep silent and cold-hearted, but instead talks more: "I have a few black subordinates, they are very interested in men, you fit their aesthetics, they like to play for a few days before killing them! Like knocking out your teeth, and then..."

While speaking, he cut off his bald right little finger three times in a row.

The bald head is a killer, not an agent trained by a strict organization. Finally, he couldn't help it and said: "Garcia! Garcia!"

Ronan put down his bald hands: "Which Garcia?"

With the beginning, the bald head later said that the psychological burden was less: "Mexico Garcia Group, Antonio Garcia!"

Luo Nanxin said that the matter of the parchment book is indeed endless: "Continue."

The bald head said again: "I owe Garcia a debt of gratitude. His advisor Harvey came to me with the emblem and asked me to kill you and get back a parchment. I can't refuse!"

Ronan asked, "Who are you?"

The bald head replied: "I'm a sushi restaurant owner..."

Ronan raised the knife and dropped his bald head, and another finger fell off.

"I'm a killer, code-named zero!" The bald head said out of breath, "On the surface, I'm the owner of a sushi restaurant. I'm hired for business, and I have no grievances or enmities with you."

When killing someone, he raises a knife and drops his hand. He fears for his life, but he can't face it calmly: "If you kill me, it won't solve the problem. Garcia will send other people!"

The crux of the matter was Antonio Garcia. Ronan asked, "Why does Garcia want a parchment?"

The bald head kept shaking his head: "I don't know! I'm just a killer, I've completed my employer's commission, don't ask why!"

Seeing that Ronan was about to do something again, he quickly said, "Harvey! Harvey Gonzalez should know that he is a lawyer for the Garcia Group."

"Where is he?"

"Yesterday, I went to meet him in southern Tijuana. He has internal support in the Carter Gang!"

This is a killer. He has limited knowledge of the Garcia Group. He has only met Antonio Garcia once. After he described Antonio Garcia's appearance, Ronan picked up the dagger.

"You said let me go!"

Ronan stabbed the bald head's chest with a knife: "Yes, let you take the West Heavenly Avenue!"

The bald killer "Zero" kills!
Ronan silently turned on his spirit vision, and pointed his left hand towards the red halo on the corpse, and the halo penetrated into his hand.

After turning off his spirit vision, information flashed in his mind.

Knife Combat: A killing technique practiced by an alternative professional killer who despises guns!
Soul fragments +3!

It seems that the stronger the person, the more soul fragments will be harvested after death.

Ronan sat on the sofa, made a phone call, and spoke concisely and forcefully: "It's me, there is a killer, I'll kill him!"

Putting down the phone, Ronan smelled the strong smell of blood, looked at the bald corpse, and there was no end to the parchment book.

If a bald head is killed today, two, three, or even more may come later.

The key is Antonio Garcia.

Even if the other party gets a gourd baby to save grandpa, it's enough for him to drink a pot.

Ronan considered that it would be best to settle this matter once and for all.

If there is a chance, can you go to Mexico and have a "chat" with Antonio Garcia in person?
He was very curious about the origin of the parchment.

Not long after, Will and others rushed over.

Seeing the corpse in the room and the Band-Aid on Ronan's body, Will breathed a sigh of relief: "Dude, you're fine, that's great."

Ronan said, "The Mexicans hired a killer!"

Will was angry: "Those bastards don't dare to fight with us openly, they will play such shameful things."

When the others cleaned up the room, Jim and Booker quickly called and were relieved to learn that Ronan was fine.

Ronan put away the long dagger-like dagger, the house was full of bloody smell, and he simply went to the community church to stay for the night.

The hand crossbow and throwing knife were given to Will, which are far less useful than guns.

Ronan went to the armory and picked up an M9.

The next step, leaving Chula Vista, had to be considered bullets.

Although this gun is not as exaggerated as the number of M1911s, it is also an astonishing number in the United States and Mexico.

As for the internal response mentioned by the bald head, it can only be checked by Jim and Booker.

The Carter gang has grown rapidly, absorbing many newcomers, and among them there are other gang eyeliners, which is quite normal.

In the early morning, Ronan and Will went out to buy breakfast together, bought a drink by the way, and drank it while walking.

After drinking, he took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. The tissue rolled up and he threw it into a drink cup. He passed by a trash can and stuffed it in casually.

The two got in the car and left. A homeless man came to dig out the trash can and took away the drink cups and other things.

After breakfast, all the people involved in the transaction gathered in the underground of the church, and handed over their mobile phones and other communication tools. Jim announced that he would trade with the Mexicans tonight, and the generous Jose was ready.

Those involved in the transaction are not allowed to leave the church underground, and are not allowed to act alone.

Also, search each other.

Wearing T-shirt and trousers, Ronan took out the money, keys and pistols and put them on the table for inspection, then raised his hands to Will.

"Routine!" Will said. "Every time."

No one takes the US dollars and certificates on his body seriously. After all, they are doing illegal business, and no one will make a fake.

Those who can participate in this transaction are all experienced personnel. If Ronan does not contribute authentically, and no one kills the record of many Moros gang elites including Paddy, he will not be selected.

There was a big deal at night, Ronan called Will, went to the shooting range to shoot for a while, familiarized himself with the newly acquired M9 and M4 rifles, took out the short knife, and tried to practice short knife fighting.

The dealers in Mexico are all desperadoes. Even if Jose has a good reputation, he may turn his face and deny anyone. Everyone has prepared heavy firepower.

After lunch, Ronan recharged his energy and stayed in a lounge with Will and others, gently touching the thick bandage wrapped in the wound on his left arm with his right hand.

Will is showing off his achievements: "Mexican chicks from the Moros Gang, I fucked seven of them last night!"

A fat black man asked, "Are they not resisting?"

Will laughed: "When they were caught, Kerry and I injected them with that stuff, and they became addicted quickly. They could do whatever they were asked to do, and they were very obedient."

He pointed between the fat man's legs: "From now on, their place will be a money printing machine!"

Then, go to see Ronan: "You only know how to practice guns, how many good shows you missed!"

Ronan lightly tapped the bandage gauze on the wound: "The doctor forbids strenuous exercise!"

Will turned his head and said, "Dr. Hall is an antique!"

It was getting dark, and the long convoy did not leave the community church until the middle of the night, spread out and drove to the destination through different roads.

(End of this chapter)