Chapter 189

The rain is still falling.

The sudden shooting did not cause much disturbance.

Perhaps in the early morning, coupled with the torrential rain, there were only one or two pedestrians holding umbrellas and witnessing the whole process except for the hurried vehicles on the road.

These people, holding the indifferent attitude that more is better than less, did not take out their mobile phones to call the police, but accelerated the pace under their feet

"Hoo... Ha... Hoo... Ha..."

Bursts of rapid breathing sounded in the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat, langmlo tried to take out the dagger from his boots.

That damn bastard, when I find you, I will torture you to death!

He scolded the guy who shot the gun in his heart, and with his dagger, he began to cut the stuck seat belt.

If he hadn't stepped on the brake at the moment when he was about to hit the guardrail, coupled with the protection of his safety belt, he would have been in a violent impact and flew out of the car with inertia.

In that case, it's not just breaking two ribs and twisting your arm

Just then, a slight groan sounded from behind!

Romlow turned his head, but found that he was not the only one who survived the assassination

Although his pale face was stained with blood and his eyes were dull.

But the bald guy Sitwell may be the least injured person in the whole car.

He was protected by the safety belt, but when the car hit the guardrail, he accidentally hit the hard part of the seat in front of him with his forehead, resulting in a brief dizziness.

At this time, he did not forget to hold the silver suitcase in his arms.

"Sitwell? Are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine, just a little dizzy..."

Seeing that brother baldheaded was not dead, romlow was also secretly relieved.

In this case, the survival probability of two people must be much higher than that of one person

After cutting the seat belt, romlow did not immediately open the door, but asked the bald man in the back:

"Do you have your satellite phone? We need support!"

"It should be. I'll look for it..."

After brother bald found his satellite phone, he immediately sent a support request to the nearest s.h.i.e.l.d. branch.

If it weren't for the death order from the top and the hydra's identity couldn't be exposed at any time, the bald brother would like to inform him immediately and let them come to support himself at the Hydra base in Japan

However, far water cannot save near fire.

Since the recent branch of s.h.i.e.l.l.d. is in Malacca, even if the speed is fast, it will take some time to arrive in Tokyo.

There is no way, romlow can only rely on his many years of mercenary experience and strong survival skills to seek a chance of survival in such a desperate situation!

After looking around, romlow soon came up with a simple escape plan.

"I don't know if that bastard is still somewhere, holding a gun and aiming at us. However, it's not a way to stay in the car. We can't wait for support or fight back until we find a safe place as soon as possible. So wait a minute, I count to three, and we open the door and rush into the alley over there!"

After finishing his plan, romlow couldn't help turning his head and looking at some pale bald brother in a serious tone: "do you understand?"

"I see." he nodded. Sitwell couldn't help tightening his suitcase.

Ramlow didn't want to leave the bald brother and run away by himself.

However, at the thought that bald brother could also be used as bait, romlow gave up the idea.

What's more, the suitcase in brother bald's hand is also something that the head attaches great importance to. He can't just leave brother bald in this way.

In that case, even if he ran back alone, he could not escape the punishment from the top.

The plan has been made, and the next step is to implement

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ramlow and Sitwell pushed open the door that was deformed due to the impact, and rushed to the alley on the left of the vehicle in the face of the pouring rain!

In order to avoid bullets that might be fired at any time, they also squatted and walked with snake skin.

Until they rushed into the alley and leaned against the wall under the eaves, they didn't hear any gunshots in their ears.

"Hoo... He... He should go..."

The bald brother speculated as he breathed.

However, romlow, who is more physically fit, holds the dagger in his hand and remains vigilant at all times.

He didn't think the other party left like this.

Moreover, his intuition tells himself that if the other party is a professional killer, it is impossible to leave like this.

I don't know the other party's goal, who or what it is.

However, romlow speculated that the other party should have come for the medicine in the suitcase.

Perhaps, at this time, the other party is in a dark place, staring at them with those eyes without any emotional color

At the thought of this, romlow's sense of urgency rushed up.

He looked at Sitwell, who was still breathing, and asked in a deep voice, "all right? We need to get out of here and find a safe..."

Before Ramlow finished, the change was abrupt!

A black figure, like a dark night ghost without trace, falls from the sky with the falling rain!

Pop!

The boots made a clear sound when they stepped on the low-lying water.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to stop.

Looking at the man in black who suddenly appeared in front of him, Ramlow and Sitwell both responded with a general conditioned reflex while their eyes flashed with horror!

The bald man jerked out the pistol at his waist and tried to shoot at the man in black!

Ramlow, however, threw the dagger in his right hand at the chest of the man in black!

Between the lightning and flint, the man in black moved!

He seemed to be ready. On his right hand with black gloves, he held a very ordinary Beretta 92F tightly.

Suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun, took one step first and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

"Ah..."

Sooner or later, the bald man who had just put his finger on the trigger was directly shot through his arm. The severe pain made him loosen his pistol while shouting.

After accurately shooting Sitwell's arm holding the gun, the man in black didn't forget to dodge slightly and avoid the direct dagger.

Until then, Glock 18, a bald man, fell to the ground and made a "pop!" sound

Looking at the two men facing great enemies, the corners of their mouths hidden under the white civet mask rose slightly.