As Christmas approaches, North America has already ushered in a bit of chill. However, with Gerason's back facing the window at this time, the chill in front of him is not as strong.
The cigarette in the corner of his mouth burned slowly, and the ash spread, but Gerason did not bother to flick the ash away. He just stared at the stairs at the end of the corridor.
The corridor was dark, with only the sound of dull footsteps gradually approaching. The sound was dull, as if every node was stepping on Gerason's heart.
Subconsciously, Gerason slowly stretched out his hand and pulled out his gun from the inside of his shirt.
That is a Beretta M9, with a total length of 217 mm, a weight of 0.96 kg, a muzzle velocity of 333.7 meters per second, and an effective range of 50 meters...
This gun has been with Geralson for many years and has performed many missions, wounding and killing more than ten gangsters.
As he clenched his old friend in his hand and felt the patterns on the handle, Gerason felt slightly reassured, and then stared at the dark corridor.
It seemed that only a few seconds had passed, and then it seemed that several minutes had passed. When the approaching footsteps reached the stairs, Chen Chen finally saw a man wearing a windbreaker and a top hat appearing at the end of the corridor...
This man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a medium build. He was wearing a black trench coat, a black scarf, and a black jazz hat. From a distance, he looked like a patient coming to the hospital to see a doctor.
The brim of the jazz hat and scarf blocked Gerardson's sight, making it difficult for him to see the other person's face clearly.
Seeing this scene, Gerason not only did not relax, but his heart tightened. He slowly raised his pistol and aimed at the mysterious man dozens of meters away.
"I am a federal investigator. Gentleman, please stop immediately!"
Gerason's voice echoed in the empty corridor, sounding extremely abrupt, but the mysterious man in front of him didn't care at all. He still lowered his head and continued to approach Gerason.
"I'm warning you again, stop now and stop!"
Gerason gritted his teeth and warned again.
However, the second warning was still ineffective.
Seeing this, Gerason had already determined the opponent's identity. He simply aimed at the opponent's right thigh, then hooked his finger and decisively pulled the trigger!
"boom!"
A violent gunshot broke the silence of the night, echoing continuously in the corridor, but Gerason's pupils shrank, showing a shocked look.
Because he could see clearly that the moment he fired, the opponent's right thigh swayed slightly and he dodged the bullet!
Coincidence? still…
As if he understood how terrifying the opponent was, Gerason no longer held back. He aimed directly at the opponent's chest and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the same time!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A series of gunshots came, but at the same time as he fired, the mysterious man suddenly dwarfed, his body trembled suddenly as if he was electrocuted, and he bent his body at a lightning speed!
Suddenly, all five bullets missed!
Looking at the mysterious man who continued to move forward as if nothing was wrong, Gerason felt his scalp explode. The other party could even fire more bullets? How can it be!
Suddenly, Gerason saw a bullet cut through the mysterious man's clothes, and he immediately realized that the reason why the mysterious man was able to dodge the bullet was just because he kept staring at his finger.
The opponent calculated the impact point of the ballistics at the moment when his finger pulled the trigger, so in the eyes of ordinary people, it seemed that he had dodged the bullet, but in fact it was not.
This is a prediction!
This kind of prediction is simply impossible for ordinary people to achieve. After all, the bullet's exit speed is as high as more than 300 meters per second, which is not at the speed that humans can react. If you want to avoid bullets, there is no way except to predict in advance!
Thinking of this, Gerason simply covered his trigger finger with his left and right hands, and aimed at the opponent's head again.
"If you can't see my fingers bending, I want to see how you can hide!"
Gerason murmured in a low voice, and then pulled the trigger again with a cold expression!
Snapped!
However, at the moment when he pulled the trigger, Gerason's vision suddenly blurred, and only the opponent's rapidly enlarging figure remained in his sight!
The opponent's speed was so fast that he almost squeezed into Gerason's eyes with a devastating attitude. Before Gerason even fully pulled the trigger, the barrel of the gun was firmly held by a hand like a steel claw!
not good!
Gerardson's pupils shrank. At this time, the barrel of his gun was held by the opponent, and it was already in a state of idle and idle. No matter how hard he pulled the trigger, he could not fire half a bullet, so he could only retreat and kick Kick the opponent's lower body!
With many years of special forces strength, no matter whether they are men or women, as long as they are kicked by him in the lower body, they will immediately lose their combat effectiveness!
However, this kick was destined to fail. When the opponent took a slight step back, the kick was completely aborted. At the same time, the opponent's counterattack was very simple, that is, he raised his right fist and faced it with a devastating attitude. Gerardson's chest exploded!
Gerardson had just kicked out and had no time to dodge, but his years of fighting experience still made him subconsciously cross his arms across his chest!
Click!
Unfortunately, the opponent's fist did not touch Gerason's arm at all. Instead, it penetrated through the gap between his arms at a more tricky angle and directly shattered his sternum!
"ah!"
A trace of blood foam immediately escaped from the corner of Gerason's mouth. His remaining will to fight made him poke the mysterious man's eyes, but he could only reach a jazz hat and took the hat off the opponent's head!
Suddenly, a pair of eyes that were so cold that they were almost inhuman appeared in front of Gerason.
Gerardson quickly retreated to the window, clutching his chest with a horrified expression.
What kind of eyes are those...
Gerason has seen countless eyes, some full of vitality, some full of darkness, and some cruel or pitiful... But no matter who the eyes are, they are not as lifeless as the person in front of him, with almost no trace of life. angry!
"What kind of monster are you..."
Gerason murmured in a low voice, then he gritted his teeth and slammed behind him!
Suddenly, there was a sound of shattering glass, and Gerason completely broke through the window and fell directly downstairs!
Now it is no longer the time to care about the lives of colleagues. If you fall downstairs, you may not die, but if you continue to face the monster in front of you, you will definitely die!
At this moment, this was the only thought in Gerason's mind.
All of this only happened between lightning and flint. From the perspective of an ordinary person, the two sides only fought for a moment. However, in these few short seconds, both sides experienced gun battles and hand-to-hand combat, and the retired ace of the special forces Gerardson was tortured like a child in front of the other party!
Just when Gerason was ready to be thrown to death, his chest suddenly tightened again, and the opponent's big hand reached out of the window and grabbed Gerason's collar!
It’s over…
At this moment, Gerason's whole body was cold, and the despair in his eyes could no longer go away...