Chapter 9 Fight
Bang! Snap!
A sound like the cracking of a whip sounded in the room.
The fierce punch rubbed He Chi's cheek and hit the vase next to him, causing colorful glass to fly into the air.
He Chi wrapped his hands around the woman's forearm and tried to use force to break the opponent's arm, but was interrupted by a swift knee kick.
After an elbow hammer smashed the bedside cabinet, the woman started to confront him again.
The expression on her face also changed from relaxed to serious.
She felt that she was unlucky today. It was originally a very simple task, but in the end something went wrong in the last step, and it was the man in front of her.
His skills are very good, but his moves are a bit jerky. His strength is good, but he does not have the flexibility that should be expected when practicing Jiu-Jitsu.
Logically speaking, she had seen many such self-righteous "pseudo-fighting masters", and she had killed more than one or two, but the man opposite him was completely different from her previous opponents.
A whip hit the opponent's forearm that was holding his head. She was sure that the force of this blow was more painful than being hit with a hammer, but the man only showed a painful expression on his face, and then used his other hand to Come and grab your own ankles.
As long as he catches him, his feet will be destroyed instantly.
She hurriedly withdrew her foot, and the other party's fingers barely touched her ankle joint, but she did not hurt herself.
The man's movements are not smooth, but strangely he has a good fighting mentality. He can overcome the psychological fear of pain. During hand-to-hand combat, he even deliberately exposed his arm in an attempt to replace it with one hand. One of her legs.
You have no experience, but you are surprisingly good at fighting?
How could there be such a person? ! !
Such contradictory characteristics should not appear in the same person at all. The unreasonable characteristics made his way of coping very weird, which made her very awkward.
There is no doubt that she is stronger than the opponent, but in a small space, the jujitsu that focuses on grappling has a certain restraint effect on Muay Thai. The opponent is particularly brave to risk his life. No less than him.
In fact, even He Chi himself didn’t know that his two life-and-death combat experiences with the Germans in the dungeon made his reactions to physical confrontations completely different from those of ordinary people. This was the only person who had experienced life-and-death combat in war. A reaction that only a human being can have.
As time passed by, an impatient look began to appear on the woman's face.
"Okay, you win. I promised to be quieter on this one, but you made me lose a lot of money." The woman pushed aside the vase, revealing a vintage Browning pistol underneath.
The black gun was aimed at He Chi.
Human beings have an innate fear of firearms. She has seen too many so-called fighting masters become at a loss as soon as they see a pistol, give up resistance and die from the gun.
Even the US police, who are experienced in dealing with the situation, when the other party pulls out a gun, many people choose to shout "gun! gun! gun!" while retreating and drawing a gun to fight back.
But this time she guessed wrong again. The man opposite him didn't even hesitate for a second and rushed over to her. He didn't even give her time to think about why.
Boom!
The bullet was fired, and she was not sure whether the other party was hit or not, because He Chi had already rushed in front of her.
A bullet grazed He Chi's forehead, leaving a bloody mark on him. Faced with the risk of being shot, he did not dodge, but opened his arms to hug the woman tightly!
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, frontal chest lock grapple!
The arms are tightly attached to both sides of the body, and the chest becomes flat due to the pressure. The woman is locked in a shape that makes people nosebleed. He Chi bursts out with huge power between life and death. She couldn't get away no matter what.
bump! !
The woman hit He Chi’s chin with her head!
Boom! !
He Chi also greeted him with his forehead! A woman wearing only underwear and another man hugged, entangled, and rolled around the room, just like a passionate date. However, what came out of their mouths was not sweet words, but instinctive dirty words in their respective native languages. abuse.
The woman's arms were tense and she couldn't adjust the angle of the gun. She raised her knees and slammed into the opponent's side.
Boom! Boom!
The sound of the knee kick hitting the abdomen continued to echo in the room, but the man's tightly clasped hands showed no sign of letting go. She almost thought that the other side would not feel pain.
In fact, He Chi was in pain and his eyes were filled with stars, but what kept appearing in front of his eyes was the scene of himself and the Germans strangling each other on the battlefield. He knew that if he let go now, he would be completely finished.
“Damn! Let’s fight!”
Enduring the severe pain, He Chi tightened his hands again, then hugged the woman with all his strength and slammed into the bedroom window.
Bump! ! Click! !
The wooden window and the glass shattered one after another. Two people flew out of the second-floor window, hit the top of the car parked downstairs heavily, and then rolled to both sides.
He Chi felt like his chest was hit hard by a hammer, and the numbers in his right eye changed rapidly, instantly decreasing by more than 100 hours.
“Damn it, is this a sacrifice style?” He Chi lay on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and tried his best to stand up. Although his physical condition had reached the limit, he still couldn’t stand up. He reluctantly sat up against a telephone pole and held a long shard of glass in his hand.
The woman opposite was equally miserable. Her originally delicate skin was covered with tiny wounds, and her beautiful face was now covered with bloodstains. The pistol was still in the room, but the dagger fell two meters away. The woman stretched out her hand. The arm wanted to crawl over to get the dagger.
1 meter, half a meter, 20 centimeters, the dagger was right in front of him. Just when the woman was about to get it, He Chi staggered over and kicked it out again.
The woman stretched out her hand and waved her fist weakly. He Chi bent his knees and pressed his whole body weight on the opponent's arms.
Crack!
There was a sound of something breaking.
He Chi knelt on the woman's body and held the large piece of glass shard.
His hands were raised high, the sharp tip of the glass reflected the cold light, and below was the woman's rising and falling chest.
But in the end he did not move
An M1911 pistol five meters away was pointed at his head.
“Throw away the little thing on your hand,” said a polite white man in a black suit and top hat, raising his pistol.
He Chi did so.
The man nodded. He walked over slowly, and the muzzle of the gun was already pressed against He Chi's temple, but he did not do anything else.
Because a silver Colt pistol was also aimed at his chest.
"That's it. There's already blood today. As a doctor, I don't want to see anyone die here." A familiar voice sounded from the side.
In the night wind, Mr. Constantine, wearing a doctor's uniform, stood under the dim streetlight with a pistol.
(End of this chapter)