Chapter 113 Death Struggle?
Chapter 116 A last-ditch struggle...?
In his room, B007 held the two ends of the sink with his hands and gasped for air.
A trace of blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, and then fell into the water.
The opponent just threw him against the wall, which caused him considerable damage. His chest was stuffy, probably because of a rib injury, but the nose was a minor injury.
In addition, his left ankle hurt a lot, probably because the bone there had been broken, and his right wrist was swollen and enlarged, and it hurt a lot when it was touched.
However, compared with the damage he suffered, the opponent's fate was undoubtedly more miserable. The explosive power of the pistol specially modified by the equipment department was no joke. When he heard the explosion as expected, he had already predicted the opponent's fate in advance.
Although the people in the equipment department are always unreliable, they are surprisingly reliable this time. However, whenever B007 thinks about the time bomb he has been carrying around, he feels panicky...
After washing his face quickly with clean water and a towel, B007 dragged his feet and quickly came to the closet. His identity had been exposed at some point, and this place was no longer safe. While the attention of others was attracted by the explosion, he had to quickly treat the wounds on his body and move quickly.
"If I had known that the gun was so useful, I should have taken a few more..."
After treating the injuries on his ankles and hands with a grin, he threw all the broken alcohol and bandages into the suitcase, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, and stood up from the bed.
After a little hesitation, he took all the important information and threw it on the suitcase, and B007 poured all the bottles of gasoline that had been prepared in advance on the suitcase.
He slightly tightened his coat, took a hat from the hanger beside him and put it on his head. Without looking back, he threw a lighter behind him and opened the door and left the room quickly.
Under the premise that he was exposed inexplicably, going to the other two colleagues would be like inviting fire to himself. After all, none of the three of them were good at fighting. If they led the enemy over, they would harm others instead. So when he left the room, B007 had already thrown all the communication equipment into the fire.
He had done what he should do, and the information reported to the academy had been reported back. Now he should consider how he could survive.
It was impossible to abandon the ship. There was a vast icy sea outside, and there was no way to go. With his physique, he would freeze to death if he went out, so he had to find a way to hide on this ship.
The best hiding place was the cargo hold at the bottom of the ship.
It didn't take too long. He just needed to hide patiently for a day or two, and the matter would be over. The other party would not bother to find a small commissioner like him.
With this in mind, B007 deliberately avoided the crowd and moved towards the bottom cargo hold alone.
Although he could not move fast due to the injury on his foot, they had boarded the ship five or six days in advance, and the layout of the ship had been thoroughly explored a few days ago, so they were not afraid of not finding the way.
Perhaps due to the explosion and the fire in the room, most of the crew members rushed there, so his journey was quite smooth. When he really entered the cargo hold, B007 was relieved.
However, just when he was about to find a place to sit down, he suddenly smelled a bloody smell from the tip of his nose. The bloody smell came from the depths of the cargo hold and smelled quite strong.
"………"
His face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the half-closed door not far behind him. B007 walked quickly towards the depths of the cargo hold.
Half a minute later, at the deepest part of the cargo hold, he found a shirtless figure hung by an iron hook.
The sharp fishhook went straight through the opponent's palm and hung him on the shelf. There were wounds all over his body, and blood flowed down his body, forming a small pool on the ground.
The breath of this figure was already very weak, and blood foam kept coming out of the corners of his mouth. When he saw him rushing over, he reluctantly shook his head at him, as if urging him to run faster... But B007's footsteps did not hesitate for a moment.
On this boat, he had two teammates, and the one in front of him who was hung up by the iron hook was one of them. The words were from the blood system, and it was the other party who notified them to go back and report the information to him to keep an eye on him.
It seems that the other party was exposed earlier than him.
But it is obvious that his junior brother does not have the luck to kill others like him.
Just as B007 approached and hugged the other person's feet to release him from the hook, a slightly hurried gunshot like a silencer sounded behind him.
The next moment, a pool of blood appeared on his knees, and the whole person fell to the ground.
"It should be Lao San who caught you, not you who came here by yourself. Where is Lao San?"
Along with this slightly cold voice, a flashlight shone towards B007. On a nearby cargo box, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard looked down at him.
The whole ship has 11 floors, and it is difficult to hear the explosions on the upper floors from the bottom cabin.
"This guy must have been lucky to escape. You can see that he has injuries on his hands and feet. You know the character of the third brother."
Beside the middle-aged man, a thin young man who looked like a monkey squatted there with a smile.
"These specialists have low bloodline and weak strength. The third brother is probably playing a cat-and-mouse game again."
"You are bounty hunters on the Hunter website."
Raising his head from the blood on the ground, B007 looked at the people standing on the container expressionlessly.
"Who sent you here? What is your purpose?"
-This time, he spoke the same English as the other party.
On the Hunter website, there are a group of notorious bounty hunters. These guys walk on the edge of black and white all day long. As long as they are paid, they will take any job and do any job.
... Obviously, the guys in front of them are one of those notorious bounty hunters.
"Why, you are still unconvinced?"
Before the middle-aged man spoke, the monkey man was happy. While talking, he shone the flashlight on him everywhere.
"You secret party specialists are nothing compared to us guys who are on the edge of a knife. You are so immature. You have fallen to this point, and you still want to get words from me?"
A trace of violence flashed across his eyes, and the monkey man suddenly raised his hand and pointed the pistol in his hand at the figure hanging on the hook, who was basically half dead.
"Don't think about releasing the word spirit, and it's better not to make any movements. If I find you have any unusual movements, believe me, this guy's head will explode in the first time."
"………"
After a moment of silence, B007 slowly raised his hands.
When he stepped into the warehouse and smelled the blood, he knew that he could not escape. He was thinking about whether he could use the same trick to trick the other party, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't give him this opportunity.
Looking up, B007 looked at the other party expressionlessly.
"Put him down, or his blood will run dry. We have no fighting power left. If it's just for money, there's no need to offend the secret party too much."
"Put him down? Okay."
After looking him up and down, the monkey man showed an extremely bad smile on his face.
"You go up, and I'll put him down."
"...Okay."
After a moment of silence, B007 nodded slowly.
Seeing this, the monkey man smiled strangely and kicked to the side. With the sound of a chain sliding, the fishhook and the figure fell from the air together.
"Okay, hurry up."
Stepping on one foot with a flashlight to shine on them, the monkey man's face was full of impatience.
"Put your palms through the fishhook, and then..."
He didn't finish the sentence in his mouth. At this moment, a hurried footsteps sounded outside the cargo hold.
As the cargo hold door was pushed open vigorously, a short and strong figure appeared at the door and spoke anxiously.
"Boss, the third brother was killed in the explosion!! It's a mess up there now..."
Before the other party could finish his words, while the two people on the container were looking over there, B007 quickly took out a pen from his underwear pocket, pressed hard on a certain part of the pen with his left hand twice, and then threw the pen towards the two people on the container.
"!!!"
PS: Good morning~
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