Ramiro was lying on the ground, already taking in less air and outgoing more air.
If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely fall to the ground after a few punches and be unable to get up. But people like Ramiro who have experienced countless life and death tests are different. His willpower and ability to withstand pressure are extraordinary. Even after going through Professionally trained fighting masters must have less experience in this area than Ramiro, so Ramiro can get up again and again. Because of this, Ramiroi received more beatings.
Originally, if Ramiro had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, he might not have become like this, but he just got up again and again to get beaten, and the result was like this. Originally it was just a concussion, and he would be fine after a while, but now he was beaten to the point of cerebral hemorrhage, which would later lead to organ failure. He was afraid that he would not survive.
"Why? Why is this happening? I lost to a track and field athlete! I died at the hands of an athlete. It's so unjust to die like this!" Ramiro's eyes were filled with regret, and he knew he was going to die. .
Although Ramiro is a killer who has ended countless lives, this does not mean that he is not afraid of death. Especially this moment of waiting for death to come can make a person feel unprecedented pain. Physical pain, as well as mental pain, this can be said to be a kind of torture and a kind of destruction.
Zhang Guan let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his head. At this time, he even felt exhausted. After all, hitting someone is also a very physical thing. Although boxers don't seem to throw a few punches in a game, when it comes to physical exertion, it may be much greater than track and field sports.
"Let's go!" Zhang Guan took Sharapova's hand again.
"Do you know how to box? When did you learn boxing?" Sharapova looked at Ramiro who was lying on the ground and was about to die, and asked a little depressed. In her impression, Zhang Guan has always been a gentle and gentle man, which is in line with the characteristics of Eastern men. They are not violent like Russians at all, but the fierceness of Zhang Guan just now was like a change of temper. Sharapova feels scared now just thinking about it.
"Boxing? At this point, if you want to survive, you have to be able to fly a plane!" Zhang Guan said and suddenly stopped. He ran back to Ramiro and took off the two grenades on his body. Hanging on himself.
"Let's go upstairs!" Zhang Guan said.
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Second floor, restaurant.
"Two more British people were caught!" The gangster dragged the two residents over.
"Please, please let me go, please don't kill me, I can give you money! I have money! How much do you want! I'll give it all to you! Don't kill me! I'll give you all the money!" The resident kept yelling.
The gang leader glanced at them and asked, "Are they celebrities or politicians?"
"No. They are just ordinary tourists." The gangster shook his head.
"Then it's useless, deal with them." The gang leader said without hesitation, with a trace of loss flashing in his eyes.
Of course, the gangsters did not create this kind of attack just to kill a few ordinary foreign tourists. They wanted to create a sensation. They wanted to shock the whole world! Therefore, they made the Taj Mahal Hotel the primary target of the attack, thinking that in addition to many foreigners, there would also be some celebrities and dignitaries living here.
Killing a famous person is more sensational than killing 100 ordinary tourists. What's more, they can also use some famous people as hostages to threaten the Indian government. In that case, the Indian government will bear more pressure from public opinion. Maybe they will agree to some of their conditions.
But so far, their luck has not been very good. They have only found some ordinary tourists and not a single dignitary or celebrity.
"Wait a minute, don't kill me, I know where the person you are looking for is!" He suddenly shouted when the pistol was pointed at the British tourist's head.
"Wait a minute!" The leader waved his hand, walked forward, and asked, "What did you just say?"
"I know where the person you are looking for is! You are looking for a celebrity, right? I know where the celebrity is!" the tourist said tremblingly.
"Who are they? Where are they?" the leader asked.
"You have to promise to let me go first, and then I'll tell you!" the British tourist said.
"Bang!" The leader shot the British tourist directly in the leg, and the British tourist couldn't help but howl.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me now!" The leader snorted coldly, and then shot the British tourist in the other leg.
"I said, stop fighting! I said!" The British tourist endured the pain and said with a grin: "It's Zhang Guan and his girlfriend Sharapova! They are also in this hotel!"
"Zhang Guan? The strongest athlete in the world?" There was a joyful look on the leader's face. He knew that with Zhang Guan's reputation, he would definitely be more useful than ordinary politicians. If he could catch Zhang Guan, he would definitely win. It will be a sensation around the world.
"Are you sure that's Zhang Guan? If you dare to lie to me, you will die in pain!" the leader said viciously.
"I saw it with my own eyes, absolutely correct!" the British tourist continued: "There are no Chinese guests in the hotel, so it is easy to identify."
"Where is he?" the leader asked.
"I saw them going upstairs!" The British tourist added: "I'm telling the truth!"
"Well, for the sake of telling the truth, you don't have to die in pain, I will give you a happy death!" The leader raised his pistol and pointed it at his head.
"Wait a minute, don't kill..." Before the British tourist could finish his words, gunfire rang out, and he fell into a pool of blood.
"You guys follow me upstairs, let's find the world champion!" The leader paused, and suddenly thought of some facts, and then continued: "Move faster, that damn Ramiro is up there, he It would be bad if we kill the world champion, we have to live!"
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The gangster leader led his men and trotted all the way to the fifth floor. On the way, he also discovered the bodies of two of his men.
"There was a sharpshooter, but he should have been killed by Ramiro!" The leader glanced towards the fifth floor and found it was quiet above, and couldn't help but frowned.
"So quiet, that world champion must have been killed by Ramiro!" The gang leader thought of this and ran up quickly.
"Boss, look, it's Ramiro!" his subordinate said, pointing to a body on the ground.
"Be careful of the gunman!" The leader's first reaction was that Ramiro was killed by the sharpshooter. He immediately raised his gun and looked around, but he did not find the gunman's shadow.
"Go over and see if Ramiro is still alive." The leader instructed one of his men.
The subordinate ran over, tested Ramiro's pulse, and then said: "Boss, Ramiro is dead."
"Ramiro is dead!" The leader realized that the surrounding area was safe and walked up. What he saw next was Ramiro who had been beaten into a pig's head.
"After being beaten like this, is it still Ramiro?" The leader looked surprised. He turned Ramiro's body over and inspected it carefully, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Ramiro had no gunshot wounds or fatal injuries from sharp weapons. He should have been beaten to death with fists by others!" the leader said solemnly.
"What? The murderer Ramiro was beaten to death by others with fists? How is this possible? Who did he meet?" the subordinate said in surprise.
"I don't know. But what is certain is that the opponent is definitely a fighting master, and he is also the top fighting master in the world. Otherwise, it would be impossible to beat Ramiro like this." The leader's expression became heavy, and then he said : "Go and call a few more people up and tell them that there is a sharpshooter and a fighting master up there!"
The leader paused and added: "There is also a world champion! Damn it, what a weird combination this is!"
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