Battlefield Contract Worker

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George jumped up with a stride, and the Japanese dagger in his hand stabbed straight into Lin Rui's neck.

But Lin Rui was much faster than him.

Just as he raised the knife and stabbed, the small file in Lin Rui's hand had accurately poked his armpit.

Immediately afterwards, it was the crook of the arm, under the ribs. "Pfft, pfft!!!" George had two more blood holes in a row.

"Uh!" George howled, and couldn't help but take a step back. His right hand holding the knife, under the armpit, in the crook of the arm, and under the ribs on the right side suffered multiple injuries.

The other person's manicure file seemed to have magic power. No matter what he did, the opponent was always one step ahead of him.

The injured arm seriously affected the speed of George's knife attack. He took a step back and switched the Japanese dagger in his hand to his left hand.

If he was poked by the other party before, he thought it was just an accident. But just a few times have made him realize that the other party is also a master who is good at melee combat.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, without any extra action. And when he's not moving, it's almost indistinguishable from a statue.

But when he moved, it was unpredictably fast.

The short knife changed hands, George howled and pounced on him. He planned to catch Lin Rui and prevent him from evading, and then attack the killer again.

But as soon as he took a step, he received a heavy kick on his calf, and in a staggering moment, Lin Rui kicked him heavily.

He directly kicked George's huge body out and slammed into the wall heavily. Before George could get up, he got another hard kick on the chin.

George felt helpless for the first time. He was lying on the ground, trying to get up, but the Japanese dagger in his hand still refused to let go.

Lin Rui looked at him from the side, "What does it feel like to kill my brothers? I think you must be very proud, maybe with a little sarcasm. Maybe you have a sense of advantage when facing them.

Unfortunately, in front of me, you are nothing. You like killing people with knives, don't you? You enjoy watching them die.

It's like a hunter, watching the prey in his hand slowly die.

It's a pity that you became the prey today, I will not only kill you, but also won't let you die happily. Because you don't deserve it. "

After Lin Rui finished speaking, he walked over, and the small manicure file in his hand was already stained with George's blood.

"Who the **** are you?!" George roared angrily. At the same time as his roar, the Japanese-style dagger in his hand suddenly threw at Lin Rui.

George had made up his mind, and he knew that he would definitely not be able to kill his opponent with this short knife.

So when he threw the short knife, he had already thought about it, once Lin Rui dodged and avoided.

He had the opportunity to pounce on the table next to him and get the pistol on the table. As long as there is a gun in hand, the opponent is not afraid.

So the short knife shot, and George flew to the table next to him. He took the shortest time to pick up the pistol on the table.

Lin Rui just turned his head to one side and avoided the Japanese dagger he threw. Look at George again, he has already flew to the table next to him. Because of the distance between the two, it was too late for Lin Rui to stop him.

But Lin Rui kicked the table heavily, and the table was instantly kicked aside.

When George rushed over, his body was already in the air. When it fell, it didn't touch the table. Instead, it spread its limbs and hit the ground heavily.

This time, George fell hard. It was as if the limbs were spread out, and the whole person was firmly slapped on the ground.

Before he could raise his head, Lin Rui had already lifted him up by his neck, hitting his face with a heavy knee. Then again.

George's face was bleeding and his eyes were shining with gold stars. Before he could wake up from the dizziness. Lin Rui had already lifted his entire body and smashed him backwards to the ground.

This time George couldn't get up again, his spine hitting the bar on the side of the room.

"You think you're very powerful, don't you?" Lin Rui walked over slowly and picked up the Japanese dagger that fell on the ground. A heavy knife stabbed into his palm.

George screamed, and the entire palm of his left hand was penetrated by the Japanese rotary knife and nailed to the wooden floor.

Lin Rui knelt down behind him slowly, twisting his neck calmly. With the crisp sound of bone cracking, George's eyes gradually became dull and his spirits lost.

The door outside was opened, and Kuaima walked in from outside and looked at the chaos in the room.

He couldn't help frowning and said, "Don't you mean to pretend to be an accident? It looks like this guy has suffered a lot. It doesn't look like an accident, right?"

"I couldn't hold back for a while, thinking of those three brothers, I didn't want him to die so happily." Lin Rui clapped his hands and picked up the nail clipper.

He walked to the edge of the sink and washed the blood on it calmly. Then open the gas valve in the kitchen.

Kuaima gave a wry smile, "Then we have to hurry. If something happens to this guy. If his accomplice knows the news, he will definitely not be able to sit still."

Ten minutes later, a huge explosion occurred at George's residence, and the fire spread rapidly.

Lin Rui and Kuai Ma returned to the car and drove away.

According to this kind of fire, when the local fire brigade came over. It is estimated that George has been burned into a ball of coke.

"Where is the other target?" Lin Rui asked in the car.

"You mean that bomb expert? The Russians are watching. Just got back to his place ten minutes ago." Kuima replied as he drove. "Boss, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's just that there is nowhere to go. Let's go, I don't want to delay things until tomorrow." Lin Rui was still playing with the little nail clipper in one hand.

And his other hand was flipping through a file.

Name: Greg Jim

Age: Thirty-seven ~ www.readwn.com~ Affiliated to the CIA Special Division, a member of the Global Response Team, and an expert in explosives. Former Special Forces member with a brief stint at the U.S. Explosive Ordnance Administration.

Good at blasting and explosive removal. Entered the CIA for four years and served well. Marital status divorced, no children.

The file is accompanied by a photo of a white man in a military uniform. It should be a photo of him when he was in service.

Lin Rui took a look at the file, then lit it with a lighter, and reached out and put the ignited file outside the car window.

Half a minute later, the archives were burned, and the remaining pieces of paper burned slowly on the ground. And the car of Lin Rui and others has already gone.

"Boss, you don't seem to be in a good mood. Is it because of the three dead brothers?" Kuaima looked at Lin Rui in the rearview mirror.

"Maybe there are some reasons for this, but it's not just that." Lin Rui sighed.