My own war game

Chapter 9 Fighting
bump! Snapped!
A sound like the cracking of a whip was heard in the room.

The fierce punch grazed He Chi's cheek and hit the vase next to him, and colorful glass flew into the air.

He Chi wrapped his hands around the woman's forearm and tried to break his opponent's arm, but was interrupted by a swift knee kick.

After smashing the bedside cabinet with an elbow hammer, the woman confronted the other party again.

The expression on her face also changed from relaxed to serious.

She felt extremely unlucky today. It was originally a very simple job, but something went wrong at the last link, which was the man in front of her.

His skills are excellent, but he is a little clumsy when it comes to breaking attacks. He has good strength, but lacks the flexibility that one should have when practicing judo.

Logically speaking, she has seen many such self-righteous "pseudo-fighting masters" and has killed more than one or two of them, but the man opposite her is completely different from her previous opponents.

She kicked the man's forearm, which was holding his head. She was sure that the force of this kick would be more painful than a hammer, but the man just showed a painful expression on his face, and then used his other hand to grab her ankle.

If he grabs me firmly, my feet will be disabled instantly.

She hastily withdrew her foot, and the other person's fingers narrowly brushed against her ankle joint, but she did not get hurt.

The man's movements were not smooth, but strangely enough he had a good mental state for fighting and was able to overcome his fear of pain. During the fight, he even deliberately exposed his arms in an attempt to replace one of her legs with one hand.

He obviously has no experience, but is surprisingly good at fighting?
How can there be such a person? ! !
Such contradictory characteristics should never appear in the same person. His unreasonable characteristics made his way of dealing with things very strange, which made her very uncomfortable.

There is no doubt that she is stronger than her opponent, but in the narrow space, judo that focuses on grappling has a certain degree of restraint on Muay Thai, and her opponent is particularly daring to fight for his life, so she couldn't take him down for a while.

In fact, even He Chi himself didn't know that his two experiences of life-and-death hand-to-hand combat with the German army in the copy made his reaction in physical confrontation completely different from that of ordinary people. This is a reaction that only people who have experienced life-and-death combat in war will have.

As time passed, impatience began to appear on the woman's face.

"Okay, you win. I promised to keep this deal quiet, but you made me lose a lot of money." The woman pushed aside a vase, revealing a vintage Browning pistol underneath.

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at He Chi.

Humans are born with a fear of guns. She has seen too many so-called fighting masters become helpless at the sight of a pistol, give up resistance and die from the gun.

Even the American police, who are experienced in dealing with situations, would choose to step back and fire back while shouting "gun! gun! gun!" when the other party pulls out a gun.

But this time she guessed wrong again. The man opposite her pounced on her without even a second of hesitation, not even giving her time to think about why.

Bah!
The bullet was fired, and she wasn't sure whether the other party was hit or not, because He Chi had already rushed in front of her.

A bullet grazed He Chi's forehead, leaving a bloody mark on him. Facing the risk of being shot, he did not dodge, but opened his arms and hugged the woman tightly!
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, front chest lock!
Her arms were pressed tightly against her sides, her chest was flattened by the pressure, and the woman was locked in a posture that would make one's nose bleed. The enormous power that He Chi burst out between life and death made it impossible for her to break free.

bump! !

The woman hit He Chi's chin with her head!

Boom! !

He Chi also greeted him with his forehead! The woman wearing only underwear and another man were hugging, entangled, and rolling in the room, just like a hot date, but what came out of the mouths of both parties were not sweet words, but instinctively scolding each other with dirty words in their respective mother tongues.

The woman's arms were tense, and she couldn't adjust the angle of the gun muzzle. She raised her knee and rammed the opponent's side hard.

Boom!Boom!
The sound of the knee kick hitting the abdomen continued to echo in the room, but the man's tightly clasped hands showed no sign of loosening, and she almost thought that he would not feel any pain.

In fact, He Chi was already seeing stars due to the pain, but what kept appearing in front of his eyes was the scene of himself and the Germans strangling each other on the battlefield. He knew that if he let go now, he would be completely finished.

"Damn it! Fight!"

Enduring the severe pain, He Chi tightened his grip again, then hugged the woman with all his strength and slammed her against the bedroom window.

Bang! ! Snap! !

The wooden windows and glass shattered one after another, and two people flew out of the second-floor window, hitting the roof of the car parked downstairs heavily, and then rolled to the sides.

He Chi felt as if his chest was hit hard by a hammer. The numbers in his right eye changed rapidly, reducing by more than 100 hours in an instant.

"Damn, is this considered a sacrificial style of play?" He Chi lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, trying his best to stand up. Although his physical condition had reached its limit, he barely sat up against a telephone pole and held a long piece of glass in his palm.

The woman opposite was equally miserable. Her originally delicate skin was covered with tiny wounds, and her pretty face was now covered with bloodstains. The pistol was still in the room, but the dagger was two meters away. The woman stretched out her arms and tried to crawl over to get the dagger.

1 meter, half a meter, 20 centimeters, the dagger was right in front of her. Just when the woman was about to grab it, He Chi staggered over and kicked it away again.

The woman stretched out her hand and swung her fist weakly. He Chi bent his knees and put the weight of his whole body on her arms.

click!
There was a sound of something breaking.

He Chi knelt on the woman's body, holding the large piece of glass.

He raised his hands high, the sharp tips of the glass reflected the cold light, and below was the woman's heaving chest.

But in the end he didn't move

Five meters away, an M1911 pistol was pointed at his head.

"Drop the little thing in your hand," said a well-mannered white man in a black suit and a top hat, raising his pistol.

He Chi did as he was told.

The man nodded, he walked over slowly, the muzzle of the gun was already against He Chi's temple, but he didn't do anything else.

Because a silver Colt pistol was also aimed at his chest.

"That's it. There has been enough blood today. As a doctor, I don't want to see anyone die here." A familiar voice sounded at the side.

In the night wind, Mr. Constantine, wearing a doctor's uniform and holding a pistol, stood under the dim street light.

(End of this chapter)