Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 67 Fatal Strike (350 Monthly Pass Plus Changes)

After a few rounds of fighting just now, although the colonel was completely at a disadvantage, he also figured out some tricks.

The assassin's movements are flexible and his body is coordinated, but the details are very rough. In addition, the moves are wide open and close, which is not suitable for performing in a small space. He should have just received some kind of military training and is not a professional.

And the opponent is not very strong in terms of absolute strength, and he can't even completely suppress an old comrade who is almost 50 years old. In addition, the weapon is a table knife that is not handy, and it is not so easy to break the protection of the pillow.

Sure enough, Duart barely blocked the blade in the next few rounds, the most dangerous one was only a few millimeters away from his eyes, the two pillows were almost completely scratched, and his hands were covered with countless wounds .

But someone had already heard the colonel's shout, and the sound of dense footsteps came from the corridor, leaving less and less time for the assassin.

The attacker seemed to want to fight desperately, but the colonel also knew that the last moment was the most dangerous. He used one arm to clamp the two broken pillows to his chest to avoid being hit by a knife, and the other hand did not care. Whatever you catch, just throw it at the opponent in one go.

The attacks of water cups, telephones, clothes rails, and even desk lamps failed to hit the opponent's vitals, but they did delay for a few seconds.

Seeing that his continuous attacks failed to completely kill the colonel, and the footsteps outside the room were getting closer, the assassin realized that the task of killing the colonel was no longer complete.

So she swung her knife up and down twice to force Duart back, and then she stopped fighting, turned her head to open the window of the room, and jumped directly to the street downstairs.

After all, this place is only on the second floor. If you are prepared, you will not be injured. The UN soldiers who were standing at the door were also attracted into the hotel by the colonel's screams and calls for help. For a while, no one stopped the escaped assassin.

When the soldiers with guns reappeared outside, they had already lost sight of each other, but the onlookers pointed out the direction in which the assassin fled, and several soldiers immediately got on two nearby mine-resistant ambush vehicles and chased there. up.

The colonel in the room collapsed to the ground after confirming that he was finally safe. The extreme 1v1 just now was too exciting for an old man like him. The huge amount of adrenaline secreted made Duart short of breath and heartbeat. Remarkably, pain signals are almost completely blocked.

Almost all the members of the investigation team were civilian officials. They had not received any training in the treatment of war wounds, but gathered around to check the colonel's wounds.

At this time, the latter's whole body was almost stained red with blood, but the wounds on his arms, palms, and abdomen were not deep, but the effect of the program was rather terrifying.

This made everyone heave a sigh of relief, and the UN military doctor accompanying the team also arrived at this time with a medicine box to treat the colonel's wound.

"What happened just now? Someone is going to assassinate you?"

After confirming that Duart's life was not in danger, De Jong stood up and asked.

"Yes, a tall, thin man." The colonel raised his palm and gestured: "Probably a forehead taller than mine, but he was wearing a mask, so I couldn't see it..."

At this moment, the colonel had calmed down a little, but the people around him could almost see with their naked eyes that his face had turned as pale as paper.

"what--"

Heart-piercing screams almost resounded through the entire street. Since everyone, including the military doctor, was focused on the colonel's scarred upper body just now, no one noticed. In order to force the colonel's last two The second attack hit him in the crotch by an extremely coincidental...

This is really fucked up...

It was not until the effect of adrenaline gradually faded that Duarte felt the inhuman pain from between his legs. The military doctor hurriedly tore open the colonel’s pants to stop the bleeding, and took out a burst of painkiller from the medicine box and stuck it in. .
The colonel's eyes went dark, and he passed out directly, which caused another commotion.

After the military doctor's examination, he signaled everyone not to worry: "The colonel's vital signs are stable, but...he just received too much stimulation in a short period of time, so he fainted...you should be able to wake up in a few hours."

Seeing Duart's messy vital position, almost all the men present raised their pants in unison.

"Who might the attacker be?"

Someone asked the most critical question.

"I don't know. It may be the militants who hid or sneaked back into the city after the battle that day. The colonel blocked their attack at a critical moment. It is normal for these people to hold grudges." De Jong made his own guess, but he really Without too much key information, the judgments made will naturally miss the point.

The assassin who failed to escape also came to a secluded alley at this time, threw away the mask and hat on his body, and took off the baggy man's coat, instantly restoring his original tall female image.

The woman gritted her teeth tightly, and slammed her fist on the dirt wall next to her, obviously annoyed that she had failed to kill the colonel just now.

But the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible for her to go back and do it all over again. Now, being able to avoid the next search and arrest is the top priority.

Fortunately, she just did some cover-ups, and the other party might not notice a woman in the first place.

"hiss--"

Similar to Colonel Abel, the female assassin slowly felt the pain in her body at this time. When she looked down, it should be that when she jumped out of the window to escape, her calf was scratched by something in midair. Blood was pouring out, staining her pant legs and socks red.

Such a change made the woman frown, she turned her head to check in the direction she ran from just now, and sure enough, she saw bloodstains on the ground.

Realizing that she might be in trouble, she took out a huge tattered backpack from behind a nearby big tree, and then limped towards the suburb of Borda.

The assassination of Colonel Duart quickly caused quite a stir in Boda. The area around the hotel was directly blocked by the UN convoy, and even Abel sent two of his men there.

Although useless, it is important to participate.

Han Feng, who had just returned to the repair shop from the outside, also quickly received a call from Abel.

"Han, have you heard that the Belgian Colonel Duart was assassinated just now." The director said in a distressed tone.

"died?"

Abel's words startled Han Feng and stood up straight away. It took him a lot of effort to control Duarte, and the colonel was the link between him and the Belgians. In his planned future development It has a great effect, if you die here before it can play a role, wouldn't it be a disaster.

"No, no." Abel realized that his words were somewhat ambiguous: "I was assassinated, but I am still alive, and my life is not in danger. Don't worry."

"Huh... that's okay." Han Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat back on the chair.

As long as the colonel is alive and has no missing arms or legs (referring to the limbs and legs), it will not have much impact on his plan: "Then who is the assassin, have you caught it?"

"Didn't catch it, Duart said the assassin was a tall, thin man, and the investigator named De Jong speculated that it was the remnants of the Black Flag forces who came to take revenge. I can go to the fuck, that trash took people away that day Lu, who has never appeared in the city, who will take revenge..."

"Abel, calm down."

Han Feng interrupted the chief's words in the middle. Although the former's office is a relatively safe place, the members of the investigation team have not left after all, and the truth about the day of the attack must be kept secret.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Based on what they've learned, it's reasonable to guess. In short, don't let Yannick run around recently. Boda has been uneasy recently." Abel's call was obviously out of concern for his son.

"Okay, he's been staying in the repair shop or Boss Huang's shop recently, don't worry." Han Feng looked at the empty room next to him, assured him with a guilty conscience, and planned to let the boy hurry up after hanging up the phone return.

In the past few days, he hadn't even thought of bringing a gun to Yannick. The main reason was that as the son of the police chief of Boda, it would be good if he didn't bully others in the village in the past.

"Then I don't worry, don't worry..." As long as it comes to matters related to Yannick, Abel is no different from an ordinary old father. He really has nothing to do with his son, otherwise he wouldn't be so easy Promised Yannick to join Han Feng's company.

After finishing the call with Abel, Han Feng quickly called Yannick.

Almost at the same time that Han Feng and Abel were on the phone, the female assassin walked around to the side of Hamduk's courtyard, opened the door and walked in, then leaned behind the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

Obviously, here is a relatively safe place for her.

However, the woman who was about to enter the house to rest and bandage her wounds noticed sharply that the wooden pole she had set up in front of the door when she left a few hours ago had been put aside.

"Someone has been here?" The woman's vigilance was full again in an instant. She took out an AKMS from the worn-out backpack behind her, adjusted the safety to the burst position, opened the folded butt in her hand, and approached the house cautiously.

The whole process was swift, and he was obviously a veteran with guns.

However, just when she was about to observe the situation inside through the window, the door was suddenly opened, and a young black man walked out from inside.

(End of this chapter)