its 138: between masters

Under the moonlight, the man in a long windbreaker left two bodies and walked slowly forward. In the distance in front of him is the beautiful big house of the family, where there is his target.

When he walked past the surveillance probe, he raised his head, smiled at the probe, and slowly waved his hand.

No one will see it, because the cables of all the probes in the Cheng family's yard have been connected to another computer, where the scene taken by the probe half an hour ago is constantly repeated.

This kind of thing that can only be seen in movies is not difficult for him. It is just one of the subjects that he was often trained many years ago. Although he is not good at this subject, he only barely passed each time, and even had two make-up exams. However, at that time, what he had to face was the national presidential-level protective measures. Shi, and the kind of civilian facilities in front of us are simply not worth mentioning compared with that.

Coming here, for him, it's like playing a family that is not difficult. It's just walking, stopping, fighting, killing.

It's so simple.

Five seconds later, he met the first security guard with the dog. He just slowly moved to the nearby grass and slowly squatted down to avoid the sight of the security guards.

"Good boy, A Long, what's going on today?" Four security guards and two wolf dogs passed by here. One of them led the dog and pulled the dog with a chain. The dog sobbed and kept shaking its head, while the other dog was a little stupid, just bowed its head and staggered forward.

"There's something wrong with Brother Hu." Another security guard holding the dog also frowned, "What's wrong with these two babies tonight?"

"Is it the ** period?" A security guard who didn't lead a dog joked, and the other nodded: "That's right, it's a woman... No, it's a female dog, right?"

The joke made his companion laugh, but the two people leading the dog stared at them: "What do you know..."

Before he finished saying that, something hit him heavily on the back of the head. He only felt dark in front of him and immediately lost consciousness and fell forward. At the same time, the other two security guards without dogs were also knocked down by fierce fists and both fell to the ground.

Then, the cold light flashed, and before the other dog security guard could shout, his heart had been penetrated by a sharp blade.

The two dogs did not bark or jump on them, but sobbed and shrank back.

The man in a long windbreaker smiled, slowly turned off the four flashlights, and then slowly walked towards the two dogs. The two dogs sobbed and slowly lowered their heads. They trembled and dared not move.

"In front of this kind of dog-proof perfume carefully developed in our country, no matter how fierce the fierce dog is, it is just a good dog." The man sighed, slowly squatted down, stroked the top of the two dogs' heads twice, and then quickly waved his right hand twice.

Two wolf dogs turned into two corpses.

He slowly stood up and continued to walk towards his goal. There is no need to check one by one. He also knows that there is no life in this team of security guards. The three guys who were hit by his fists and feet either broke their neckbones or their skulls. It is impossible to survive. He has confidence in this, because not to mention this kind of security guard who has only received simple fighting training, even if a real fighter is hit by his fist or foot, he will return to heaven in an instant.

Finally, he walked to Cheng's house and looked up. The light in a room upstairs was on and the window was closed, but through the curtain, he could still faintly see the light of the ceiling.

"Let me do this kind of thing. It's more or less a big deal." The man shook his head, sighed slightly, looked around, and immediately found a drainage pipe. He slowly walked over, pulled it twice, and then shook his head: "It's not very strong..."

However, before he finished speaking, he had suddenly jumped up and kicked the protruding wall next to the drainage pipe. He jumped diagonally upward with his strength, and then reached out and climbed to the window sill on the second floor. With the strength of one arm alone, he let his body rise up, then stretched out his other hand, climbed up the window sill, and flexibly turned his body. After standing firmly on the narrow window sill, he looked up, and then suddenly jumped, grabbed the window sill on the third floor with his backhand.

"Little girl, I'm coming." With a slight smile, he suddenly bent his arm to carry his strength. At the same time, his abdominal muscles contracted, and he turned upside down. The pair of big feet in thick-soled shoes kicked the whole window into pieces with a bang, and his people jumped into the room.

Turning around, he smiled slightly and walked in the direction of the bed.

"Friend, isn't this Miss Yu's room?" As he walked, he asked with a smile.

"She has been sent to another room by me." The person sitting in ** smiled, slowly stood up, and slowly moved his wrist. I'm good at it. I must have received a lot of strict training.

The man in the windbreaker smiled and said, "Of course, many years of training have been training until now. For us, it is training all the time. Even when eating and pooping, we should focus on our surroundings. People like you don't understand, do you?

"Try it and you will know." ** With a smile, he suddenly rushed over.

"I don't have time to waste with you." The man in the windbreaker shook his head and directly showed the knife.

The cold light flashed, and the two figures separated again after a moment of entanglement. The man in the windbreaker gently rubbed the painful left chest and said with some surprise, "It's awesome!"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Xia Jie." The man who came from ** smiled and said, "I once served in special forces in the United States. I have participated in the war, a war with a river of blood.

"It's really exaggerated." The windbreaker man shook his head and smiled, "But since I'm almost a colleague, I should also have the corresponding courtesy - my name is Rorov, Russian, agent. He is currently transferred to serve in the special forces.

"Awesome, the gangsters in Little Binzhou City actually mobilized the masters of Russian special forces." Xia Jie nodded, "I didn't expect it."

"I didn't expect that a small entrepreneur in a small city would have such a level of bodyguard." Rolov shook his head, "No wonder they will find me."

"You're awesome." Xia Jie said, "I admit that the long-term calmness has made me a little negligent. Fortunately, I have a trusted partner who told me that there must be danger tonight. I think it's better to stay by the princess and wait for the assassin to come than to save the brother outside and let the castle lose its protection.

"It's worthy of being an American special forces." Rorov nodded, "It's not the kind of guy who is tripped by benevolence and righteousness and can't exert his own power. Well, then, let's see tonight whether the American special forces are stronger or the Russian special forces are stronger!"

With that, a trace of excitement radiated from his eyes and rushed to Xia Jie.

"hand-to-hand combat?" Xia Jie smiled and then quickly put away his smile.

On that face, when the smile disappeared, what appeared was an extremely cold and terrible face like the sickle knife of death. There was no human breath in the face, as if it were just a ruthless and cold-blooded machine, a gun that only knew how to kill people, and a knife that only knew how to drink blood and break bones!

Rolov quickly took out the knife. He doesn't want to waste time and dares not joke about his life. The other party is a master and a very powerful master. Although he was punched by the other party in the confrontation just now, he failed to hurt the other party at all. More or less because he underestimated the enemy, no matter how underestimated the enemy, he would not be hit by an ordinary strong man.

He can't be careless, it means death!

His knife has no extra fancy movements, but is fierce, powerful, and fast. However, this kind of knife is the most fierce and relatively knife, which is a real killing knife.

In the face of such a knife, Xia Jie did not dare to be careless at all. He just gained an advantage in the confrontation and did not represent everything. In this kind of battle between masters, if either side makes a slight mistake, the situation may change 180 degrees.

In the cold light flashing, Xia Jie dodged deftly. The sharp blade could not even touch the corner of his clothes, but in the same way, under this stormy fierce offensive, he did not have any chance to fight back. The two of them fought silently in a bedroom that was not narrow, but the terrain was very complicated. The dangerous scene of life and death could happen at any time.

Xia Jie was moving. At the same time, while moving, he kept observing the surroundings with the afterglow. Suddenly, he dodged Rorov's knife, reached out, grabbed the controller on the corner of the bed, and suddenly to Rorov. Rorov did not dodge, but lowered his head, took the collision with his forehead, and straightened the knife towards Xia Jie. Go.

"Not bad." While praising the other party in a low voice, Xia Jie's body fell back. His right foot suddenly raised up and kicked Rorov's wrist unexpectedly. In the severe pain, the sharp knife flew out of his hand and pierced into the ceiling.

"I'm careless!" Rolov frowned slightly. For a long time, Xia Jie has been dealing with him with his fist, making him think that the other party is a fighting master who is only good at boxing. Unexpectedly, the other party can still use such a difficult footwork. For a moment, he lost the weapon that gave himself an advantage.

Xia Jie did not waste another word. His body flipped quickly during this kick, and the other foot took the opportunity to kick the other party's chin again. Rolov hurriedly dodged back and had to give Xia Jie time to stand up straight.

As soon as he stood firm, there was a flash of cold light in Xia Jie's eyes. Then, he quickly rushed to Rolov and raised his knees, as if he had kicked his foot out.

And just then, his fist quickly attacked Rorov's face.

"It's just a fake action." Rolov smiled and was ready to catch the fist, then seize the other party's arm and break it.

And at this moment, the leg that should obviously fall down to stabilize the body so that the boxing is more powerful, but suddenly kicked over!