Chapter 847 Heavy Blow

Ian lived in an apartment, and it was just an ordinary apartment. For a researcher in a classified unit, Coswell Laboratory was a little too careless about his residence.

After getting out of the elevator, the outside was a bit dirty, and there were even graffiti on the walls. Yang Yi looked around and said, "You live in this shabby place? The security here is not particularly good."

Ian said nonchalantly: "The laboratory does not provide housing, only housing subsidies. My salary is not very high, so naturally I have to live here."

Yang Yi put his hand close to his waist and said: "It seems there is no camera or anything."

"Yes, but it was all destroyed, by those drug addicts. But fortunately, it is much better now. There are not so many drug addicts here now."

While talking, Ian took out the key. He came to an apartment door and opened the door with the key.

Opening the door and turning on the light, Ian then said to Yang Yi: "Please come in."

Yang Yi asked Eric to go first, and then he immediately closed the door after entering.

With two bedrooms and one living room, Ian's house in London is not too small. If it weren't for the poor public security in this area, Ian might not be able to rent such an expensive house.

The room was very clean, everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and there was no peculiar smell, which was pretty good for a bachelor. And for Ian, who looked casually dressed, it was even more surprising to Yang Yi that his room was so tidy. It was expected.

Ian first turned on the TV, which was quite loud. Then he opened the refrigerator and took out three bottles of drinks. He handed the drinks to the two of them, and after opening one himself and taking two sips, he looked relaxed. Said: "Please wait for me for a moment, I need to pack my things."

Yang Yi took the drink, but he did not sit down, but said in a deep voice: "There is no need to pack anything, just grab the hard drive and let's go quickly."

Ian said with some surprise: "But I always have to bring a few clothes, my ID, oh, and some photos and so on."

Yang Yi shook his head and said: "No, no, you no longer need the ID. Okay, if you are willing to bring it, then bring it with you, but you don't need to take the clothes, just the hard drive and ID. You can buy everything else. Please hurry, I Can I clean it up with you?"

Ian muttered: "Why is it so dangerous? No need, I can just clean it up myself. I don't like others entering my bedroom."

Yang Yi was anxious, but he didn't want to show it, so he and Eric sat on the sofa, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Ian who walked into the bedroom alone.

Eric shrugged and said, "There's nothing to worry about. There's nothing to worry about now."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Yeah, there's nothing to worry about."

Ian didn't let Yang Yi wait long, but after two or three minutes, he walked out with a backpack in his hand. Then he took a sip of the drink and said casually: "Bring the hard drive and bring your ID." Yes, I just need to..."

Yang Yi stood up and stretched out his hand, saying: "Let me hold it for you."

Ian subconsciously put the bag back and said, "No, I can just hold it by myself. I want to bring some more things. It will only take ten minutes at most."

The hard drive was still there and nothing happened. Yang Yi also felt that Zhao Qiang's nervousness might have affected him, so when he was hesitating whether to let Ian pack some belongings, he heard a faint sound coming from the keyhole.

Yang Yi's expression changed, and he immediately waved his hand towards Ian, and then put his index finger in front of his mouth to make a silent gesture.

Ian was dumbfounded, but Eric was an old man. His face was full of disbelief, but he sat motionless on the sofa with a drink bottle in his hand.

Yang Yi quickly stood behind the door without making the slightest sound. Then, almost as soon as he stood behind the door, the door was pushed open.

One person quickly dodged into the room, followed by another. After seeing Eric on the sofa and Ian standing in the living room, the first person to enter glanced to both sides.

Ian said with a look of astonishment: "Who are you!"

"Don't be nervous, we are friends. Mr. Wilson invited us here."

The conversation between the two was very fast, and the person who came in later closed the door.

Yang Yi could no longer hide behind the door, but he didn't plan to hide anymore.

At this time, don't worry about who is coming. In a word, put him down first and then talk.

The people who entered the house first looked at Ian and Eric, and the people who came in later looked at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was well prepared, but the people who came in also came in with the greatest vigilance. Therefore, although Yang Yi made the first move, the people standing face to face with him were not slow and took action almost at the same time as him.

Yang Yi didn't intend to kill him at first, but when he saw that the person who entered the door had his right hand stuck to his waist, and when he made the standard move of drawing a gun with his left hand and blocking his right hand, Yang Yi had no choice but to kill him. Dead hand.

The moment you strike first before the enemy, it will be an insurmountable chasm for the enemy.

Yang Yi moved his left hand down, and when the person opposite him subconsciously raised his hand to block Yang Yi's arm, Yang Yi took the opportunity to thrust the knife in his right hand straight into the enemy's throat, and then used the force to move outward.

Kicking out with his left foot, Yang Yi kicked the enemy who was hit by the knife aside. The knife Yang Yi waved had already reached the back of the head of the enemy who had entered the door first.

Either don't take action, or if you do, you have to kill him. It's completely impossible to control the person and ask what's going on. Even if Yang Yi has the chance, he doesn't have the time to interrogate anything.

But the person with his back to Yang Yi reacted really quickly.

He started to turn around when he heard the sound, and when Yang Yi's knife was about to reach the back of his head, he also completed the full action of turning around, bending down, and then attacking.

Yang Yi's knife slashed at the back of the enemy's head and scratched the forehead of the enemy who turned around in time to fight back. This knife was not fatal to the enemy, but it did not miss either. The man who had his back to Yang Yi just now was cut with a wound on his forehead. , just above the eye sockets, the flesh on the two eyebrows quickly separated, revealing a white skull, which was quickly stained red with blood.

But the enemy finally turned around, and he held a gun in his hand and fired while turning around.

There was a soft snap, not loud, and there was a silencer on the gun.

Yang Yi was not shot because he pushed the enemy's pistol aside with force. The bullet hit the door and opened a small hole in the wooden door.

The enemy ducked and fired, and Yang Yi drew his gun and swung his knife. Neither of them instantly made the other lose their fighting power.

The shooter did not lose his balance. He kicked Yang Yi and shot Yang Yi again.

Yang Yi failed to dodge the kick, but he dodged the fatal shot.

Yang Yi's choice was to pounce forward. When his enemy fired the second shot at close range, his body was already behind the muzzle of the gun, and naturally the shot could not hit him.

Yang Yi pressed forward, and before the enemy bent his arm back and shot him in the back and back of the head, he pushed the enemy and suddenly fell onto the coffee table.

The fiberglass coffee table suddenly shattered, and the blood on the enemy's forehead had blinded his eyes. Yang Yi pressed his elbow on the enemy's right arm, and then stabbed his knife directly into the enemy's throat.

In an instinctive reaction, Yang Yi, feeling that cutting his throat was unsafe, pulled out the knife and stabbed the enemy's eye socket fiercely again.

After confirming that the enemy could no longer die, Yang Yi stood up from the ground. He wanted to approach the door to check if there was anyone outside, but he just took a step. The unspeakable pain and the soreness under his feet made him involuntarily Kneel down on the ground.

He could no longer feel the pain on his knees, because Yang Yi was in even more severe pain at this time.

"Well……"

Yang Yi's entire face was distorted because his crotch had just suffered a heavy blow.

"Old demon supports..."

Yang Yi wanted to hold back a sentence through gritted teeth, and then he looked at Eric.

Eric was still sitting on the sofa. He looked at the corpse lying on his back in a pile of broken glass in front of him, and then looked at Yang Yi with a distorted face. He sighed softly and said: "Xie Te, we are in trouble this time... …”

Ian was completely dumbfounded. He said in a daze: "How could this happen?"

Anton came very quickly. He pushed the door open and entered. When he saw Yang Yi lying on the ground with his crotch covered, he first went to other rooms to check with a vigilant look, and then said urgently: "Can you move?" ?"

Yang Yi has finally calmed down a little bit now. He said feebly: "Bao! People! Let's go!"