Ye Jian, who had been hiding in the dark all the time, raised his hand to close the door, and in the light refracted at the moment the fire door closed, there was a cold flash in his eyes, and he shot instantly.
Target, the pistol in the opponent's right hand.
The right hand was originally screwing the lunch box, but now it is holding a gun.
A gun is not a good thing. It is a dangerous and bad thing in the hands of the enemy. It is either grabbed or kicked.
Ye Jian didn't plan to grab the gun. Her plan was to kick the gun away. Kicking the gun away is a boxer skill. If you can win, you can fight as long as the opponent is dead.
Facing the enemy, Ye Jian can be so cruel. Mercenaries like these mercenaries who are chasing Xia Jinyuan back home don't want to ask anything from them, and Xia Jinyuan and the others don't expect to ask anything from them.
Killing Unscrupulous is not just for fun, but for it to be done!
The silver thread in his hand was like a snake, entangled the opponent's right wrist with lightning speed. The opponent was always vigilant, but no matter how vigilant he was, he did not expect that there was a sudden attack behind the fire door where he had clearly confirmed that there was no one.
"Looking for death!" The blunt Chinese burst out of the South Asian man's mouth. He gave up turning on the light, and his right hand entangled with the silver wire was hooked up, trying to tear off the thing that was entangled with his wrist.
As soon as he applied force, the South Asian man felt pain in the right wrist he was strangling against, and realized that the things he was strangling on his wrist were constantly pulling, not to mention using force, to cut things into his flesh faster, as if he could make his wrists even. Shushu cut off.
Such a pain caused him to let go of the strength that was dignified on his right arm, but Ye Jian reacted faster, straightening the whole silver wire, and lifting his foot sideways to kick his opponent's right elbow directly.
Instead of stepping from the front, you kick back, straighten your opponent's right arm, and kick his right elbow again.
The silver wire in his hand has been tightly pulled in his hand, Ye Jian is not afraid that the other party's strength is so strong that it will drag her over with the silver wire. The biggest beauty of the silver wire is that the harder the entangler, the tighter it tightens.
"Who are you!" the Chinese asked bluntly and gloomily, "you are all Chinese soldiers, right!"
The Chinese soldiers... I saw that the people who were suspecting the assassination of religious leaders were Chinese soldiers.
Ye Jianliang smiled and replied in standard English, "It's no use knowing who I am, but I can admit that I am a Chinese soldier."
Yes, you can think of her as a Chinese soldier. As for whether or not she is, believe it or not, that is your own business.
Ye Jian answered the question honestly and did not lie, but the direct confession in this way made the South Asian men suspicious. They suspected that the assassination of religious leaders was a Chinese soldier, and that there were other countries.
For example... Powerful countries in Europe and America.
After all, China is not as good as the European and American powers in terms of military strength, and the soldiers it trains are also inferior to the European and American powers, and their suspicions are more inclined to the European and American powers.
"You, are not Chinese soldiers, no, Chinese soldiers, weak! You, strong!" After the Dong Yanan man said fiercely, he quickly greeted Ye Jian with his fists. The previous attack made the Dong Yanan man realize his carelessness. I thought the woman I was looking at was just an ordinary student.
Now that he knows that this seemingly ordinary girl has such a great skill, it makes him even more suspicious that the other party is really not a Chinese soldier, and it is impossible for China to train students to such a great level.