The falling Death Star was just a pure cardboard shell, light and fluffy, but Kazuma didn't expect the Death Star to kill anyone, he just wanted to block the enemy's sight.
He originally wanted to retreat, but then the young child would die, wouldn't he be in vain
It would be better not to come down at the beginning, just watching with cold eyes.
Therefore, Kazuma did not intend to retreat at all, and his sight was blocked, which was the best time to attack.
He Ma snatched the rifle of the enemy who came to search him, used the rifle as a wooden knife, and knocked the opponent to the ground in two or three hits.
Immediately afterwards, he grasped the gun and pulled the trigger facing the front.
Hema knew where ordinary people were probably lying, so he didn't worry about accidental injury when shooting.
He didn't expect to hit someone with this blind fight, his purpose was just to make the opponent get down.
After emptying the magazine, Kazuma held the gun in his hand like a stick again, and rushed to the booth next to him.
This cardboard box is in the way, so it's better to go around the booth, after all, the booths have roofs.
As a result, as soon as he entered the platform, he saw an enemy on the opposite side who just rushed in—
He Ma threw the gun in his hand directly.
This gun also weighed nearly three kilograms, and it was very powerful to throw it at people.
The other party reflexively wanted to raise the gun, but he was smashed straight in the face.
Taking advantage of this gap, He Ma shortened the distance to the point where the advantages of firearms could not be used.
Because he didn't have a knife in his hand, Hema could only use karate to deal with it. Hema hit the opposite cheekbone with his first fist, and then cut his throat with a hand knife, almost denting the opposite Adam's apple.
After taking two heavy blows in a row, the opponent still didn't faint. Obviously, his ability to resist blows was much stronger than the few people pretending to be Azhai who were brought down by Kazuma just now.
The other side drew out the dagger and stabbed at Hema, but was dodged by Hema's enchanting waist, and then grabbed his wrist.
Hema slammed the opponent's wrist on the booth scenery next to him, knocked the knife out of his hand, and then greeted the opponent's forehead with a hammer.
This hit made the horse's head buzz, and the next moment he felt that his whole body was light.
Bihe Ma was even more confused on the opposite side. After all, he was hit continuously, so it's not bad that he didn't pass out now.
Kazuma grabbed the guy's shoulders and stuck his head into the display case of the booth. The glass of the display case shattered, and the part above his shoulders went into the display case. He finally passed out.
He ran away with the horse, he didn't take a detour to fight this kind of miscellaneous fish, he wanted to take a detour to fight the leader of the opposite side.
Capture the thief first and capture the king!
He Ma rushed to the exit on the other side of the booth, and just as he stepped out, he saw that the boss had already aimed his gun at this side.
He slammed on the brakes and rolled back, all in one go.
The sound of strafing ensued.
He lay on the ground with his horse holding his head, and blocked the broken glass that fell like raindrops with his hands.
If it wasn't for the ability to roll back, it would have been explained just now.
Wazuma, who realized that he had met Death again, was covered in cold sweat, his breathing became rapid due to the massive secretion of adrenaline, and his heart seemed to be beating a drum, beating wildly.
He Ma waited opposite to stop, grabbed a shattered dummy and threw it out. As expected, the other side opened fire again when they saw the dummy.
Like to pretend to reload? I was almost fooled by your subordinates just now, how could I be fooled again.
The shooting stopped again, and He Ma decided to take a gamble. After all, the other party had also been scanning for several seconds. The M16 they took didn't look like it used an extended magazine, at most 30 rounds.
This should be the end of the splashing.
Get up with Ma Yigulu and rush out.
The other party had just unloaded the magazine, and when he saw the horse came out, he—
Throwing the loaded gun at Kazuma and pulling out the Glock automatic pistol on his waist at the same time.
This thing looks like a pistol, but it actually has the effect of a submachine gun.
Hema recognizes it because it is the default weapon for terrorists in CS.
So he rolled back again.
**
Li Zhenghe slammed the trigger to finish firing the bullets in the pistol - this gun is good for everything, but the rate of fire is too fast and it is too easy to run out of bullets.
He threw away the Glock, pulled out two more M1911s from under his coat, and pointed both guns at the stage where the guy was hiding.
Not far behind him, his men suppressed the enemy's accomplices hiding in the ceiling with regular bursts of fire.
Li Zhenghe saw his subordinates cut open the cardboard Death Star with a machete and got out, so he ordered loudly: "Go! Surround him from the other side, don't fight close! This guy is also hastily fighting, he doesn't have a spear!"
Originally, Li Zhenghe thought he was being plotted by the CIA's super spy, but now it seems that the other party just happened to be at the SF conference venue by accident.
Maybe you are a sci-fi fan, and this time you are here to participate in the event.
The subordinates obeyed the order and stabbed the cut to the waist, set up their guns and aimed at the booth that Li Zhenghe was aiming at now, just in time to form a crossfire with Li Zhenghe.
No matter how good a spy is, he will be turned into a hornet's nest in the face of crossfire.
"Surrender!" Li Zhenghe shouted, "The moment you come out of the dark, there is no chance of winning! If you can survive this time, you should reflect on why you came out of the dark! With your skill, if you have been in the dark , could have killed us all!"
**
Hiding in the booth with the horse, his hands were scratched several times by broken glass. Although they were not fatal, the piercing pain made him feel bad.
In his previous life, he would definitely agree with the other party's words.
In his previous life, Hema was most annoyed to see the kind of plot where in order to save one or two people or even a dog, he was desperate and did not consider that more people would die after he died.
In his previous life, Hema would not hesitate to sacrifice the few to save the many—at least he thought he would not hesitate.
He will choose the plan of sacrificing the few and saving the many.
Now it seems that what people don't understand the most is themselves.
When He Ma was thinking this way, he suddenly saw a person lying on the ground inside the booth.
It was a girl, with a lot of blood under her body, and she looked hopeless.
She stared blankly at the ceiling of the stand.
Hema raised his head, only then did he realize that this booth was actually the booth of DreamWorks. The ceiling of the booth was made to look like the top of an Egyptian tomb, and a beam of light shot in from the "hole" in the ceiling, as if it came from heaven of brilliance.
Hema withdrew his gaze and stared at the side face of the dead girl. She looked pretty, so there should be many suitors.
To say that the death of this kind of girl is "impossible" and "necessary sacrifice" is something that Kiryu and Marco cannot do.
Those who make calm calculations and give up the few to save the many can be called wise men or strategists, but they cannot be called heroes.
Those who do their best to save everyone are called heroes.
I, Kiryu and Ma, are not wise men, strategists, or super spies.
I am a hero.
Now, because of the hero's actions, Kazuma fell into an unusually passive situation.
Through the reflection of the broken glass nearby, Kazuma probably knew that he was held back by crossfire.
He could also hear regular shooting, probably suppressing Nanjo—this reassured Kazuma, at least he knew Nanjo was fine.
And that's not the worst part of the place.
I just had a close-up fight with the boss opposite Ma Tong, and I could clearly see the entry on the top of the opponent's head. That guy has a level 22 taekwondo. If Ma Tong has a sword in his hand, he can try it out.
Now that there is no sword, relying on Ma and Ma's street fighting and karate skills alone, even if he can get close, he can't beat the opponent.
Looks like there's no turning back.
But Kazuma didn't want to give up just like that.
Although the situation is very desperate, maybe, maybe talking about the opponent can create a chance for a one-on-one
The opponent clearly had the advantage, but did not attack by force, and chose to start talking, which meant that the opponent did not know the details of his side.
And this enemy seems to be a guy who can single out with his opponent.
Combined with the opponent's 22-level taekwondo level, and the entry that He Ma hadn't seen clearly just now, the possibility that the opponent is a martial artist is quite high.
It's worth the gamble.
With the thought of giving it a try, Hema spoke.
"I wonder if you've ever heard a poem?" he asked aloud.
"I've heard too many poems," the other party's answer came back immediately, and the voice was very resonant in the quiet exhibition hall, "Maybe you don't believe it, but I'm actually an artist."
"Well, then you should have heard this English poem."
He Ma glanced at the young girl lying in a pool of blood again, brewing some feelings.
"Horatius the gatekeeper said..."
After he finished reading the first sentence, the boss of the other party said: "Thomas Macaulay's "Horatius on the Bridge", a product of the capitalist view of heroic history."
The other party's response gave Kazuma some confidence, maybe this will work.
Hema glanced at the unknown girl lying in a pool of blood, and continued to read:
"Everything in the world is mortal.
"That being the case, it is a supreme honor to protect the ashes of our ancestors and the temples of the gods, and die against powerful enemies."
After a pause with Ma, I suddenly thought of the young man who was held hostage just now. I don't know if he is hiding now.
Or was the child weeping over the remains of its dead father
I don't know if the child's mother was also taken as a hostage.
He Ma read out the next sentence affectionately: "In order to protect the mother who loved me back then, and to protect the wife who is raising the children now..."
He Ma glanced at the girl lying in a pool of blood again.
"To protect the pure girls who will light the eternal fire!
"Protect all from Sextus the shameless villain,
"How glorious is such a death!
"Your Excellency the Consul, please order the bridge to be demolished! There are a thousand enemy troops on the bridge, let us fight with three men!
"Come on, which two warriors will guard the bridge with me?"
After finishing speaking, He Ma stood up fiercely and appeared at the exit of the booth.
The enemy with a gun on the side opened fire.
The opponent was obviously paralyzed by the situation where the two sides began to talk. Unexpectedly, Kazuma would come out suddenly. The aiming position was slightly off, and the bullet just grazed Hema's shoulder.
But the opponent should correct his aim immediately, and Kazuma will undoubtedly be rolled into dice.
"Stop!" shouted the enemy leader, preventing his men from continuing to shoot at Kazuma.
He looked directly at Kazuma, and threw away the two M1911s in his hand.
"Picture us as Sextus the shameless villain, and then you die generously as a hero. Huh, it's a beautiful idea."
As he spoke, he took off his coat and threw it on the ground.
Judging from the sound of the coat falling to the ground, his coat was full of weapons.
Under his overcoat is a plaid shirt with an armored chest hanger. Under the short sleeves of the plaid shirt, there are strong muscles that match his taekwondo level.
"As expected of being from the psychological warfare department of the CIA, one of our missions is to promote our ideas, and it's not okay to let you play like this." The other side began to say something that Hema couldn't understand.
As he said that, he took off the armor chest strap and the things hanging on it, and threw them on the ground as well.
After taking off the pile of "weights", he took off his horse step and made a Taekwondo starting gesture.
"Come on, let me see if your fighting skills are as professional as your psychological warfare skills."
At this time, Kazuma also saw clearly the entry above the opponent's head.
In addition to Taekwondo level 22 and the code name 5971, there is a separate entry above the opponent's head.
piper
Just looking at the entry is a bit unclear, which makes people think of the guy who played the flute and abducted the child in Western dialects.
Originally, He Ma wanted to read the explanation of the entry, maybe he could understand something, but this time, the entry didn't even have the usual unclear explanation.
Just like Amao's entry.
Seeing a permanent entry of unknown meaning above the enemy's head at this time made Kazuma feel very bad.
"What? Don't you put on airs? You can defeat so many of my companions, and your hand-to-hand skills should be good. Or, you were actually shot, and now you are just holding on?"
"No, I wasn't shot." Kazuma shook his head.
"Hmph. Just now you stood facing the fire without blinking your eyes. It was really fierce. In order to show my respect for your courage, I promise you that I will not torture your female partner later, and kill her cleanly. Send it to accompany you."
Sure enough, this group of people has already seen clearly that Nanjo is a woman. After all, they are professional, so they still have this insight.
He raised his eyebrows with Manu, his own decision, and now even Nanjo's life is at stake.
But strangely, he has no regrets.
He was very sure that if time went back and he was chosen again, he would still come out of the shadows for the child he had never met.
Why
Is it because of seeing Amao's growth and transformation
And horses do not understand.
All he knew was that it wasn't a bad feeling, it wasn't a bad feeling.
A hero is to do his best to save everyone he wants to save.
The world needs those smart and ruthless people who can make the right choices. They are indispensable and important roles in human society.
But it looks like that's not his Kiryu and Ma's role.
Kazuma looked at the "piper" who didn't know his real name yet, and said, "I specialize in kendo, can you give me a sword?"
"Piper" laughed loudly: "You didn't prepare your weapon when you went to the battlefield. This is your mistake. Now bear the consequences of this mistake. I hope there will be medicine for regret in heaven."
"You make sense." He Ma said, looking around, reaching out to grab the steel pipe that was brought down from the roof and hung on the ground when the "Death Star fell" just now.
Seeing that the horse moved, the two guys who had been staring at the horse with guns immediately became nervous, but the piper waved his hand: "Let him pick it up!"
He Ma picked up the pole and waved it a few times.
To be honest, the feel is a bit weird, and the steel pipe does not have hand guards, so some moves that need to use hand guards for pick-and-roll cannot be used.
But this is much better than using the karate I just practiced to fight people.
Put the horse in the middle of the kendo and take a deep breath.
"Natural flow of mind, teacher on behalf of
Kiryu Kazuma
See ginseng! "
The piper froze for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Hema? Kiryu Kazuma? It's you? Did you chase from Tokyo to Osaka on purpose? No, no, it's unlikely. So, you are here really Is it just a coincidence?"
"Is this important?" He Ma asked back.
"No, it's not important. You killed seven of my old subordinates in Tokyo. I don't really have any obsession with revenge, but when I get the chance, I'm willing to do something so that I can boast in front of the graves of my old subordinates." Bragging stuff."
The Piper repositioned himself. Although his movements were exactly the same as before, the aura he exuded was not of the same order at all.
He roared in a volume that was not inferior to that just reported to Ma Zibao:
"The Nine Duans of Tang Hands in the Northern Legend
Li Zhenghe
A lot of advice! "