Chapter 16: From hell

Ep15 from hell
The FBI office building in Chicago is on the second floor underground.
Fierce and dull gunshots kept ringing, echoing in the enclosed space for a long time. The humanoid target continuously pops out from the dark and moves quickly. In the dense sound of gunfire, each target appears less than three seconds, and a small black hole is punched in the center of the ring, which crashes backwards.
Five humanoid targets suddenly popped up behind the shelter at the same time, moving forward at different speeds and trajectories, but the gunner was just empty at this time, leaving only the last bullet in the barrel. Between the electric light fire, he had one hand With the thumb, press the magazine card to exit the empty box. With your left hand, pull out the new box from the waist and insert the pistol up. The whole process is done in one go. It only takes 0.5 seconds! Immediately after five shots, it seemed that the shooter was too late to aim, but hit the bullseye, and the five moving targets fell at the same time.
The gunfire came to an abrupt halt, and an electronically synthesized female voice reported the result: "Movement of hidden target training. Type: Anti-hijack hostage shooting training. Venue: 1. Difficulty: Grade A. Number of hits: 38. Hit rate: 100%. Average response time: 1.39 seconds. Overall score: A. "
Leo's tight muscles slowly relaxed, lowered his hand / gun and took off the earmuffs. On a column-shaped metal table more than one meter high, a microcomputer reminded him whether to save the training results and reminded that the results have refreshed the best record on the leaderboard. Leo indifferently clicked "Cancel" on the touch screen, closed his gun and turned away.
"Hi!"
The voice of a man behind him called. The sound was unusually vigorous, as if it broke through his throat after hitting it in the chest a thousand times, with a roaring reverberation like a stereo speaker.
Such a personal tone is really ... familiar! Leo walked towards the exit unheard of, stepping forward consciously.
"Hey! I'm sure you've heard it, little pony ~" the voice said behind him without a shadow.
Leo had to stop and turned around frostily, looking coldly at the bald man in front of him — 6 feet 5 inches (1.96 meters) tall, 225 pounds (102 kg), like a tower Generally standing upright, the swollen muscles contained terrible blow and explosive power. But even more terrible than this huge power is the unarmed fighting technology that was born for the enemy. The pair of steel legs that kicked out 4 legs per second and could break the 2.7-inch iron pillar in one fell swoop was once in the world's top black market. During the match, 157 hard skulls were kicked.
Anthony Queirot, Brazilian-American, of Siberian training camp, nicknamed "Death Chariot", had been invincible for eight years in the black market fighting competition known as "No Rules, No Limits". 199 wins over 198, including 157 kills. The only and final defeat, he paid the heavy price of his arms, clavicle, three rib fractures and severe concussion. He was dying at the time and was almost killed by the black market boss who thought it was worthless. Fortunately, he was accidentally rescued by several federal police officers. He was lucky to be killed and sent to the best hospital for treatment. The police hoped to use him as a breakthrough to cut off the big net of the black market boxing match. Unfortunately, even as a boxer, he did n’t know much about it. In the end, he only destroyed a circle of nets outside the big net. Anthony, tenaciously surviving and recovering most of his physical fitness, relied on the previous agreement with the Department of Justice, and with his strengths and skills that are still far beyond ordinary people, he became an instructor in freehand combat at the FBI New York branch.
Leo, who had not been transferred to the headquarters three years ago, was tortured by the black boxing instructor on the fighting training ground of the New York branch. In fact, this is not a very disgraceful thing. You must know that all the agents who have dealt with him, even the trained special police, have all been properly packed. The point is, this guy is always targeting Leo, in his own words, "It's like this, why not become an actor model or a rich face of a rich woman, what a policeman!"
After a routine rectification of a training class, he proudly said to Leo, "Is it unpleasant? It's a pity that you have only two options to complete the required combat training course: First, beat me. Second, Cry like a and go to the leader to complain about my appearance discrimination. Which one do you choose? "
Leo hit him back fiercely with the strength of the enemy on the battlefield.
The result of the internal brawl was an angry student with a fractured tibia, and the unscrupulous instructor merely kicked his cheek a little.
Now this guy appears on the underground training ground of the FBI's Chicago branch. Although Bacheng is just a chance encounter, Leo sees him at first glance, and rekindles the impulse to kick that bright light head.
"I haven't seen you in three years. Your little white face hasn't changed at all. Let me see if you can grow other than a few more women." Anthony hooked his thick index finger to Leo and set out The provocative gesture of "Let the horse come".
Leo said expressionlessly: "It's a pity that you are no longer my instructor, and I have no obligation to provide real-life demonstration materials for the combat training courses of the Chicago branch." At the moment of turning, a swipe of his right leg swept straight to Anthony's temple with the sound of hunting.
"Unexpectedly, it worked well!" Anthony said, leaning his head back, easily avoiding the swift kick.
Leo missed a blow, inertially caused his body to spin in a circle, followed by a right leg kick, and the snake bit his opponent's left rib like a snake--if this leg is solid, even a strong man like Anthony has to be broken One or two ribs. He had to seal his arms with his wrists, and in front of the ribs, he bent his knees and lowered his waist, avoiding Leo's left leg and kicking after turning again. Just as he turned back to prepare for a counterattack, the other side's whip legs swept across with lightning and lightning, and forced Anthony to bend forward again to dodge at a breathless speed. Avoid the last sweep and kick. In this series of attacks and defenses, only 5 seconds before and after, Leo has kicked out five legs, the attack range from head, intercostal to the legs, all shrouded in stormy leg skills.
"Okay!" Antonin shouted, contracting his strong abdominal muscles and bouncing up, while Leo swept his lower plate to lean over, his two hands on the ground had not had time to retract. He seized the gap that was less than half a second extremely fiercely and hit his right jaw with a right punch. The back of his fist seemed to be an understatement, but Leo felt a cracking pain from the jawbone. After two steps, his instinctively nasal cavity was sour and tears almost came out of his eyes.
The Blackfist Instructor's counterattack was far more than this fist. He leaped his body, traversed in a straight line from head to toe, and quickly rotated 360 degrees. His huge body brought huge kinetic energy, and a long-legged iron axe whistled towards Leo. Cut off his face! It's hard to imagine that a big man like Anthony can perfectly use such a delicate leg method-the spinner turns and kicks into the air, hitting Leo's left jaw again.
A spit of blood spewed out, Leo's face was kicked aside, and a strong rust smell came from his mouth. He stepped back a few steps until his lower back reached the cylindrical metal table near the shooting training ground.
Anthony rushed up, leaping up like a cornice, leaning on his chest with his left foot, hooking his jaw with his right toe, and flipping backwards for a week, landing on the floor steadily.
This foot was just a slight hook, which did not cause further damage to Leo, but the threat in it meant that it was overflowing. There is no doubt that if the bald man who deliberately puts in water tried his best to kick this foot with his 560 kg squat force, the opponent did not immediately die, at least it was a severe concussion.
"It lasted 9 seconds more than before." Anthony's fingers shaved a ray of blood from Leo's cheek, and he licked his tongue out, his eyes filled with the pleasure of venting violence. "Don't frustrate the pony. Results. You know, Jacob, who was known as a 'meat grinder', farted on my leg in 53 seconds, and even the 'monster' Hogan only persisted for 15 minutes and 42 seconds. "
Leo wiped the blood on the corners of his lips with a hard hand and replied indifferently: "That's a shame, you must know that you have been in the Devil's Elan's hand for 18 minutes before losing, haven't you?"
The big bald head suddenly sank. The first and last defeat of the fight in his life was his eternal shame and scar. After recovering from injury, he was eager to return to the fighting arena and fight with Elland again, but the black fist "Devil" who was good at using the opponent's small mistakes to win was actually planted on his own small mistakes two years later. , Alex Chen, nicknamed 'Battle Tiger', swept down the ring.
Maybe this is the fate of the black market boxer: forging himself into a killing machine with arduous training, constantly kicking other people's heads, betting on life to win huge wealth, and then waiting for a certain day-maybe the second after victory God, like the defeat of his men, turned into a corpse with fuzzy flesh.
While he was lost, Leo dropped him and turned away, but his throat was gripped from behind by a steel-hard arm.
"Want to run? I haven't beaten yet!"
With his elbow slamming between his ribs, Leo broke free, and turned back to his cold reply: "Go to to fight the devil, violent!"
"Is hell?" Anthony's eyes became cold and deep as he stared, as if he had returned to the freezing cold ice of Siberia, the extremely and cruel devil training camp. A group of young people from all over the world has been facing the desperate situation of life and death since the first day of the camp. As a product of the training camp, those who fail to meet the deadline for the assessment will be directly destroyed. They fought with their bare hands, fought against fierce beasts such as wolves and grizzly bears, and fought against instructors with weapons. Under severe and severe pressure, they experienced how hell-like training, constantly fighting, constantly hurt, and died. Less than a third of the people were able to come out of that training camp, and all of them were the coldest and fierce bloodthirsty beasts and the most sophisticated and efficient killing machines.
"No need, I just crawled out of ..." Anthony whispered indifferently, watching the back of Leo disappear into the elevator on the ground floor.
After taking a cold shower and changing a suit and uniform, Leo's turbulent mood gradually calmed down.
Once stimulated by the black boxing instructor, he did train unarmed combat. But it didn't take long for him to soberly realize that neither martial arts or Anthony was part of his life. The former can at most enhance physical fitness and fighting skills, while the latter is more able to survive without leaving marks. It takes time to do this, and doing the job right is the key.
Feeling the dark and smooth G / Rock 18, 9mm caliber, 17 rounds capacity, carrying light, good performance, stable and powerful firepower, the rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute in automatic mode is comparable to that of a charge / submachine gun ... a familiarity Extreme intimacy surged between his fingers, "Good girl, you are more reliable than anything." The black-haired agent said, inserting his gun into the under-holstered holster.
When he returned to the office upstairs and pushed open the door to see the people on the sofa, Leo froze and frowned habitually and asked, "Why are you here?"
Li Biqing withdrew his hand from the chess board and smiled at him: "My profile is finished, take it to you."
Leo turned to look at Emily who was playing against him: "Are you busy?"
"No, no, I just came here to deliver coffee ..." The black girl in charge of the service got up and scrambled, and the pretty face with big eyes and sharp chin was full of anxiety, and slipped out of the door slit beside him.
"How did you get up?" Leo asked.
"I encountered Rob downstairs." The Chinese boy said with a little sullenness. "Can we not use the tone of the prisoner, I'm starting to get nervous."
Leo's heart softened, and he subconsciously eased his tone. "Sorry, professional habits." He walked to the sofa, took a sip of the coffee cup with some room temperature, and seemed to be covering his face with an uneasy trace Look, then took a thin sheet of paper from Li Biqing. "I'll take it to the Criminal Investigation and Analysis Office. You need to wait here. You need snacks and drinks to go to the tea room yourself. Don't be close to that girl."
"Why?" Li Biqing asked, blinking innocent and confused eyes.
"She's bisexual and always tangled with her ex. I don't think you would want a personal, hot-spoken policewoman rival. Yesterday she thought of me as her imaginary opponent and broke into the office Passed. "
Li Biqing narrowed her neck and immediately stated: "I just sent coffee and coffee to the girl, and the other dime has nothing to do with it."
"That's good." Leo slightly nodded and walked out of the office with his criminal profile.
Li Biqing breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the sofa, and began to open the bow on the coffee table.
Rob walked out of the private bathroom behind the desk, shook the water drops on his hand, and showed a very sympathetic look to Li Biqing: "Have I reminded you that the guy has a strong desire to control the people around him? If you want to carry out your wishes, you must say 'No' to him mercilessly! Just like I usually do-'No door, Rio!' Don't try to get me, Rio! '"
"I just think he has a strong sense of protecting his family. Of course, I am his future brother-in-law." Li Biqing replied, "And I have never heard you say that, Rob, you generally said to him: 'Well, you won', 'You are the boss', aren't you? "
A punch on the white and soft cotton made Rob feel almost vomiting blood. He said weakly: "I was wrong and I shouldn't be foolish."
The Chinese boy glanced at him somehow and asked, "Will you play chess?"
"Uh, yes."
"Excellent, come on next game!" Li Biqing pulled him to the sofa and repositioned the chess pieces with interest.
"My chess skills are terrible, I'm afraid I'll be a general in a few steps." Rob looked a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, anyway, just playing—" Li Biqing suddenly silenced, and then said, "How many steps? How many steps ... Yeah, why didn't I think of it at that time? 1, 8, 3, it turned out to be this. Meaning! "He mumbled into words that no one could understand, and grabbed Rob's arm." Where is the Criminal Investigation and Analysis Office? I'm looking for Leo! "
"It's on the eighth floor." Rob looked at his urgent look and couldn't help but get up. "Is there anything urgent? I'll go with you."
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