Chapter 5 The honest man’s counterattack, simple and unpretentious
In the vast snow, a shrill howl of a wolf suddenly sounded.
A few North American coyotes turned around from the other side of the mountain, staring at the Twolegs from a distance.
Hoke let the snowflakes fall on him, hiding behind the stone and peeking, only three people came, which was much better than the worst-case scenario expected.
He moved his arm slightly to prevent the hand holding the gun from becoming stiff due to the cold and snowflakes, and waited quietly for the opponent to get closer.
The white man walking at the front wiped the snowflakes from his eyebrows, followed the footprints and looked dozens of meters away, and immediately made a gesture to the black man and pointed to the top of the boulder.
On the snow-white stone, there is a hint of black.
That's a hat.
The black man smiled ferociously, showing two rows of white teeth, and said softly: "Go and take his back path."
The white man went around to the side and in front.
The black man continued to move forward, and Freddy followed the white man seven or eight meters away.
When entering the mountainous area, the three people were very careful and always paid attention to covering their bodies.
In the United States, no one can guarantee that there are no guns on the other side.
In the hiding place, Hawke did not wait for the opportunity, but took the initiative to create it. He pulled the rope hard with his left hand, and the stone tied on the other side rolled down.
He continued to pull a few times, and the stones collided with each other, making a swishing sound, like someone running away.
When the black man saw the hat disappear and heard the noise again, he immediately quickened his pace and reminded his companions: "He is going to run away, don't let him run away!"
The white man who was preparing to go back also speeded up.
The black man was agile, running and jumping among the rocks, and was within Hawk's range in a few breaths.
Hoke showed his head slightly, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the black man, and pulled the trigger.
Bang——
The gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the black man's body in the broadest chest.
Hoke's second shot followed closely and still hit the target's chest.
The running black man fell down.
After Hawke fired the second shot, he fell to one side.
Glock's gunshots rang out repeatedly, bullets whizzing by.
The white man fired.
Hoke took advantage of the cover of rocks, crawled and rolled out more than ten meters on the snow, and hid behind a rock.
More than thirty meters away, Freddy crouched behind a gray rock and said, "This bastard has a gun!"
The white man stopped shooting, hid on guard, and shouted the black man's name , got no response.
"We need support." Freddy stopped talking about catching anyone alive.
The white man yelled: "Shut up!"
Hoke leaned against the rock, listened to the sound to judge the opponent's position, picked up the orange-sized stone, looked left and right, and threw it to the right.
The sound of a stone hitting a bigger stone is clearly audible.
Freddy's heart tightened, and he held the dagger in his hand, feeling a sense of security.
Seven or eight meters away, the white man turned his gun and fired two shots at the sound.
Hawke squatted on the ground, grasped the pistol with both hands, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet passed through the snowflakes and accurately hit the white man's exposed arm.
The white man was hit by the bullet, and half of his chest was exposed when he screamed.
Hoke shot again. There was a hole in the white man's clothes on his left chest, and he fell beside the stone.
The snow was stained with red.
Freddy saw the situation over there, turned around and ran back.
He confirmed that the bastard was using a pistol. It would be difficult to hit a running target from a distance. The revolver only had four bullets. Hawke couldn't let Freddy run away. When he saw that the other person was only holding a dagger, he immediately chased after him.
There were a lot of rocks, it was snowy and slippery, and Freddy couldn't run fast enough.
When the two of them got closer to 20 meters, Hawke looked at the figure in front of him, and threw the empty pistol while jumping. The bright silver iron ball whirled around and hit Freddy's head. on the back.
Freddy slipped, rushed forward, and fell.
He turned to look at Hawke, sure that he could not outrun this bastard who was more than ten years younger. He felt fierce in his heart, clenched the dagger in his right hand, and rushed towards Hawke.
Hawk slowed down slightly and without any nonsense, faced Freddy head on.
Only one person can leave this situation alive.
Freddy was a stuntman and had some experience in close combat. The dagger sliced through the snowflakes and stabbed Hawke straight into the chest.
Hawke was much faster than him. He ducked sideways and punched out like a hammer, hitting Freddy hard under his open armpits. The latter suffered pain in his shoulders and arms. He groaned and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
But Freddy also knew that he had to fight hard if he wanted to survive, so he leaned down and bumped into him.
Hoke's style was unpretentious, and his right knee flew up and hit between Freddy's legs.
Freddy let out a scream that only a man could understand, and subconsciously wanted to fight back. A big calloused hand reached out and cut his neck.
Freddie was breathing hard and feeling dizzy.
The knuckles of Hawk's left fist protruded like a battering ram, hitting Freddy between the eye and the nose.
Freddie's big Jewish nose collapsed, and the nosebleeds fell on Hawke's coat, staining the words "The Singing Detective" red.
Hoke's typical honest fighting style is not fancy at all, just crotch kicks, chokeholds and eye-ins!
Freddie became unconscious and fell to the ground.
Hoke panted heavily and shook his gloved hands. This body needed exercise.
He took off the laces of Freddy's lace-up leather shoes, tied his hands behind his back, and tied his feet before picking up the dagger and revolver.
The shrill cry of coyotes came from the hillside.
The wolf, who was frightened away by the gunshot just now, turned back and seemed to want to see what happened.
Hoke found the white man's body, took the Glock from his hand, searched the body, and found a wallet with a lot of cash in it, but no identification documents.
He took the cash, walked quickly to the black man, picked up the Glock pistol, and searched him in the same way as the white man.
The snow was a bit heavy and had already fallen on the black man's body.
Hoke climbs up the hill, retrieves the rope and hat, and returns to where Freddy is.
Freddy was humming and drowsy, and he seemed not quite sober.
Hook decided to cheer him up, took out Freddy's dagger, avoided the main blood vessels, and stabbed Freddy's leg.
Freddy screamed, frightening the wolf on the hillside to tuck its tail.
"Let me go, let me go!" Freddy struggled on the ground in pain: "I can make you enter Hollywood and become a big star! Become an action star!"
Hawk ignored him and pulled out He wiped the dagger casually on the snow and asked: "Who told you to do this?"
Freddie was covered in cold sweat in pain, his face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I am a Hollywood celebrity, a well-known socialite. Kill me, and you will be wanted in the United States!"
Hoke said : "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Freddy relaxed a little.
Hawke said again: "I will cut off the tendons of your legs and leave you here."
He looked at the coyotes on the hillside: "They must like your smell, coyotes like to be alive the most. The food will bite open your belly and help you do an organ transplant while you are still alive..."
When he heard about organ transplant, Freddy shivered.
Hawk's dagger rested on Freddy's Achilles tendon: "Robert Downey Jr. asked me to jump off the building by name. Does it have anything to do with him?"
Freddy was in a trance and subconsciously Responded: "Yes!"
Hawke asked: "What about the others?"
(End of Chapter)