Boom! The opponent punched at him, but Hansen barely dodged it. His fist made a deep dent in the car's door.
"XX, this is a human tank!" Hansen realized that even in his peak condition, his chance of winning a fistfight with his opponent would probably not exceed 30%, so he could only choose to dodge and defend.
Whoosh, another punch came. Because the speed was too fast, it even made a bang in the air. Hansen could only rely on his body's feeling. He raised the gun in his right hand and aimed at the opponent, but before he could pull the trigger, he felt a piercing pain in his palm and the pistol was directly knocked away and fell several meters away.
Hansen had a leg injury and was definitely not as agile as his opponent, so he knew that he had to fight back, otherwise he would be pressed step by step by his opponent and eventually become a trapped beast.
Hansen is a boxing expert. He can judge the route of his opponent's punches by the sound of the wind. He was preparing to throw a combination of punches, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his waist, which disrupted his rhythm. The humanoid tank launched a side kick, and he had no time to block it. The kick broke several of his ribs.
Hansen's martial arts, which he was proud of, were completely useless under the opponent's continuous attacks. The opponent's fists rained down on Hansen's body. He always boasted of his excellent defense, but at this moment he could only barely protect his vital parts, and then retreat to unload the opponent's force on him.
Finally, Hansen found an opportunity. He squatted in a weird posture, just waiting for the opportunity to appear. A flash of light flashed, and the opponent exclaimed, taking two steps back. Hansen found that because he was beaten too hard, he had no strength to pursue, so the counterattack of cutting off the source of the problem could only have a mediocre effect. He smiled bitterly and took two more steps back, holding the spring jumping knife, maintaining a defensive posture.
This spring-loaded knife has been with Hansen for many years and has saved him many times in critical moments. It is usually tied to his trouser leg.
"Who are you?" Hansen spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. His originally angular and handsome face was now deformed by the beating. He was not much better than Cao Bin who was lying on the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed from wariness to surprise, and then to anger.
A man stood up from the side of the Chinese master. Hansen recognized him. It was Fang Zhicheng.
"You don't need to know his name because he is my shadow. If you want to resent someone, resent me." Fang Zhicheng said calmly.
The series of scenes just now made Fang Zhicheng's heart surge. He had never seen Meng Hu really take action, because Meng Hu had helped him block a lot of troubles without anyone noticing before, or the opponent was too weak, but today Meng Hu opened his eyes. Hansen must be a master, but Meng Hu beat him so hard that he couldn't raise his head for more than ten minutes. Fang Zhicheng also had an idea in his mind. Keeping Meng Hu by his side would at least increase his sense of security.
Fang Zhicheng glanced at Cao Bin lying on the ground and walked slowly to his side. Although Cao Bin could not move and was covered with wounds, his mind was still very clear. Fang Zhicheng was following him. If it were not for the appearance of the master he brought with him, he would probably have become a dead soul under Hansen's gun.
What should I say to Fang Zhicheng? Thank him for saving my life
While he was daydreaming, Fang Zhicheng slapped Cao Bin hard and said contemptuously: "I hate traitors the most in my life. But you are like me, with yellow skin and black eyes, and you are our compatriot. If you want to die, you can only die by the law of the country, not by the hands of foreigners."
Cao Bin's face was numb, so he didn't feel any pain. But he didn't know if it was a physiological reaction, but at this moment his tear glands opened and he couldn't help but cry. He was very regretful that he had chosen this path of no return. If he had known this would be the outcome, he would never have chosen this path.
While talking, Hansen got a chance to catch his breath and recovered a lot of his strength. He tried to move his injured leg. With his superhuman willpower, he should be able to find a chance to escape. The counterattack he just made should have stabbed his opponent, so the opponent did not chase him.
Meng Hu's eyes were always on Hansen, like a bloodthirsty beast. Hansen licked the wound at the corner of his mouth and couldn't help twitching his face violently. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and the knife flew out, rushing straight towards Fang Zhicheng.
Meng Hu snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and threw the knife. With a flash of silver light, the flying knife hit the spring-loaded knife flying in the air, deflecting its trajectory.
However, with the help of these few brief seconds, Hansen had rolled to the driver's seat of the car, where the car keys were already on it. He started the car quickly, and with only ten seconds, he could escape from the scene.
As an agent, as long as he is given a brief respite, he will have a chance to make a comeback.
Meng Hu growled and ran towards the car, then swung his fist and smashed the passenger window. The window was made of tempered glass, but under his iron fist, it became as fragile as a piece of tofu and shattered into pieces.
Then, he threw another punch, his arm seemed to be able to stretch, and hit Hansen's right cheek directly. Hansen had never expected Meng Hu to be so powerful, and the last thing he knew was that half of his face bones must have been broken by that punch.
Hansen shook his body and finally lost consciousness. His head fell on the horn button on the steering wheel and the car began to beep.
Even so, Meng Hu still couldn't let his guard down. He walked cautiously to the driver's seat and slowly opened the door. Without the support of the door, Hansen rolled down like mud. Meng Hu still treated Hansen as a formidable enemy and kneeled down, hitting Hansen's spine.
Hansen had completely lost consciousness, but his body still instinctively twitched strangely.
Fang Zhicheng seemed even more tired than Meng Hu. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked in a low voice, "Is it over?"
Meng Hu shook his head and said, "It will be truly over only when I tie him up."
Fang Zhicheng watched Meng Hu tie up the unconscious Hansen like a dumpling with military ropes, and couldn't help but sigh, "He got beaten so badly!"
Chapter 0834 Silver Age Counterattack
Meng Hu dragged Cao Bin and Hansen into the car that Hansen had been trying to get into. To Fang Zhicheng's surprise, he also tied Cao Bin tightly with a military rope. Cao Bin was already seriously injured, and after being tortured by Meng Hu, he was half dead. He couldn't even groan, and could only hear a faint breathing sound coming from his mouth.
The vehicle started quickly, and about a few minutes later, Hansen, who was knocked unconscious, woke up. He had been trained, so his recovery ability was particularly strong. After waking up, he kept roaring, and the French that usually sounded very gentle turned into dirty words that made people's ears hurt.
Meng Hu reached out and grabbed a cloth for wiping car windows, threw it to Fang Zhicheng, and said, "Shut his mouth!"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and turned around. Because Hansen was tied up so tightly, he couldn't move at all, so he stuffed the dirty cloth into his mouth smoothly.
After getting on the provincial road, Meng Hu increased the speed of the car. He glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, his face solemn, "You have to get off the car first."
Fang Zhicheng didn't feel strange at all and asked, "Are you being watched?"
Meng Hu glanced at Hansen and said, "His accomplice!"
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."
If he was not in the car, Meng Hu would probably drive directly and fight with the person following him, but for him now, Fang Zhicheng's safety is more important.
At an exit, the vehicle got off the provincial road and parked behind a hidden house. Meng Hu parked the car. The car and the house formed a simple fortress. As long as he stood behind it, he could cover his body.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a silver car followed behind at a very fast speed. Meng Hu focused his attention, but still did not find a chance to attack. Fang Zhicheng found that in the era when hot weapons were popular, Meng Hu's flying stunt was particularly handsome.
The reason why they chose throwing knives instead of pistols was not just to show off, but because Meng Hu was performing special tasks and had to avoid disturbing the public as much as possible, otherwise it would cause social unrest, so they generally used cold weapons and would never use hot weapons.
The silver sedan was very cunning. At a distance of fifty meters, it swung its tail in a stylish way and stopped in the middle of the road, with the passenger door facing this side, using the car body as a cover.
It’s not that Meng Hu and the followers who followed him were timid. This is a survival philosophy developed on the battlefield. As long as they can avoid danger, they must try their best to take advantage of the time and place.