Chapter 25 Sneak Attacker
Ignoring the shouting and cursing behind him, Zhao Ziyang caught up with Angel and walked side by side with him.
It was already dark, and the unique sand wind of the desert town rose up, spreading over the two people. There were still a few hours before the evening curfew, and the streets in the distance were empty. No one, whether residents or business travelers, wanted to cause any unnecessary trouble.
"Angel, here you go." Zhao Ziyang took out an Arabic scarf and put it in and handed it to Angel.
"No need." Angel rejected Zhao Ziyang's kindness and sniffed hard, feeling the dryness mixed with fine sand.
After putting the Arab away, Zhao Ziyang followed Angel out of the mercenary camp, stood in front of the door, looking at the dim street lights in the distance and the scattered American soldiers on the street.
"What's going on between you and Linghu?" Angel broke the silence between the two.
This question made Zhao Ziyang a little confused. What could have happened between him and Linghu? They were teammates. If there was anything special, it was that Linghu insisted on saving him, and he and Linghu had a better relationship. There seemed to be nothing wrong between the two of them.
"There's nothing going on between me and Linghu." Zhao Ziyang said to Angel honestly, "Oh, by the way, Linghu bought me a watch last time."
"Is the watch nice?" Angel's voice was cold with a hint of mystery.
"Not bad." Zhao Ziyang nodded with a smile on his face.
Last time Linghu went back to her hometown in Switzerland, she gave him an expensive Omega watch when she came back. This watch was very meaningful. If he accepted the watch, he would have to let Linghu draw blood more often. Zhao Ziyang accepted it happily. After all, he was Linghu's guinea pig, and she could always use various methods to pester him to draw blood.
"How long have you been in Lurker?" Angel continued to ask Zhao Ziyang.
"More than three months, almost four months." Zhao Ziyang blurted out the time.
Angel turned her head and stared at Zhao Ziyang with her clear blue eyes.
"Perhaps you have been here for a short time, so you don't know some things about the mercenary world yet." Angel said to Zhao Ziyang in a rare soft voice: "Mercenaries don't have love, and don't need love. Do you understand?"
Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this. He never thought that Angel would say such a thing. Heaven and earth can testify that he and Linghu are innocent. There is absolutely no love between men and women. It's just a very pure relationship between teammates.
"Angel, there is nothing between Linghu and me, you have to believe me." Zhao Ziyang explained to Angel with a smile.
However, he saw deep distrust in Angel's blue eyes.
"You don't need to explain anything to me. It's your own business. I'm just reminding you as an instructor."
"I really didn't..." Zhao Ziyang explained to Angel hurriedly, wanting Angel to believe him. He quickly filtered all his teammates in his mind, trying to find out which guy was gossiping without knowing the consequences.
Angel definitely couldn't say "little lover" directly, there must be people whispering behind her back.
"That's your business. " Angel took a deep look at Zhao Ziyang, turned around and took two steps forward, then turned around and said, "Zhao Ziyang, remember, you are my..."
"Be careful!" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly, and he rushed towards Angel like lightning , hugged her and threw her heavily to the ground.
"Swish, swish, swish..." There was a sound of breaking wind, and a few dark rays of light streaked across the dim black curtain, shooting straight towards the place where Angel had just stood.
Enemy attack, hidden weapons!
A dark shadow rushed out from the side and slashed at the back of Zhao Ziyang who fell to the ground with a knife.
Angel's eyes, who was being pressed under Zhao Ziyang, flashed with a frosty light, and a black light shot out from her right hand, stabbing at the long knife that was swinging towards her.
With a "clang" sound, the two knives collided and a burst of sparks flew out.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Ziyang immediately rolled up from the ground, drew the saber from his waist and pounced on the attacker.
"Swish! Swish!" The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air was heard, and the opponent swung the long sword in his hand and attacked Zhao Ziyang like lightning.
The blade is as sharp as snow.
Faced with the attacker's lightning-fast skills, Zhao Ziyang did not retreat but rushed forward, sprinting towards the attacker's arms and swinging his saber towards the attacker's neck. He used a method that would hurt both sides, not caring at all that the attacker would hit him, just wanting to kill him with one blow.
At the same time, Angel pulled out a drawing pencil and stabbed the attacker.
With a slight "hiss" sound, the normal pencil suddenly expanded by dozens of centimeters, and the pencil core in the middle turned into a sharp lead spike, appearing a thick black color under the dim light.
"Huh?" The attacker let out a surprised sound and retreated violently, avoiding the attacks of Zhao Ziyang and Angel.
It was during this sound of surprise that Zhao Ziyang and Angel simultaneously recognized that it was a woman's voice and immediately concluded that the attacker was a woman.
There was a "whoosh" sound of breaking wind, and a black plate-like object spun towards Angel.
Seeing the attacking thing, Angel's eyes brightened and were filled with the desire to fight.
"Go away!" Angel pushed Zhao Ziyang away, lunged forward, stretched out her left hand to pinch a corner of the black shadow, and quickly turned along the direction of rotation to control the black shadow in her hand.
This is a drawing board that is essential for sketching.
"Swish", Angel, holding the drawing board, threw it towards the attacker, and then rushed towards the attacker at a speed no less than the drawing board, and the pencil in her right hand stabbed at the attacker.
"Whoosh", the sound of fluttering clothes was heard, and the attacker flipped in the air to avoid the drawing board that was given to him in return, and stretched out his long knife to cut the pencil in Angel's hand.
The pencil thorn was cut hard by the long knife, but it was not cut off. It was just bent down by gravity to form an oval.
When this force pushes the pencil spine to the lowest point, the pencil spine begins to rebound violently.
"Wave!"
A shadow cut through the air and bounced towards the attacker.
The attacker seemed to have not expected that the pencil in Angel's hand would be so flexible. She dodged deep inside, and her dodging movement was exactly like a kite turning over.
"Swish", the tip of the pencil scratched the attacker's clothes.
As she landed, the attacker stabbed Angel's chest with a knife, and her stabbing action was exactly the same as traditional Chinese Kung Fu. Not only that, Zhao Ziyang could clearly see the knife in her hand, which was a traditional martial arts knife with a wide blade and a narrow handle, and a piece of red cloth was tied to the handle.
Before Zhao Ziyang could finish his surprise, there was a flash of sword light. The attacker actually used pure Chinese Kung Fu, but no one knew what kind of sword technique he used.
"Stop!" Zhao Ziyang instinctively called for a stop. The reasons for this were, firstly, that the attacker was a woman, and secondly, that the attacker seemed to be Chinese.
"Men should not interrupt when women are fighting!" Crisp Mandarin came out from the attacker's mouth, and he forced Zhao Ziyang to retreat.
Angel was even more straightforward. She took off her coat and threw it to Zhao Ziyang, then attacked the attacker in a tight vest.
Holding Angel's coat, Zhao Ziyang was stunned, a little dazed, not knowing whether to help or not.
With a slight "hissing" sound, Angel pulled out a thin silk thread from her belt, threw away the pencil in her hand, and wrapped it around the martial arts knife that was slashing at her from the attacker.
One circle, two circles...
Angel used her feet as the axis and quickly wrapped the martial arts sword tightly with silk thread, and then immediately retreated.
A white light rose up, and the silk thread burned violently. At the same time, the martial arts knife in the attacker's hand broke into pieces.
The attacker threw the half-broken knife heavily to the ground and took out a pair of large brushes from his waist. No, not large brushes, but a pair of judge's pens made of fine steel.
In an instant, all kinds of short weapon moves were used on Angel, such as piercing, poking, picking, stabbing and poking. At this time, the attacker was agile and his attacks were as smooth as flowing water, which made people feel beautiful after seeing it.
Under such an attack, Angel could only retreat step by step. However, no matter how she retreated, she could not get rid of the pair of judge's pens in the attacker's hands. The situation was extremely dangerous.
"Stop!" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly, fearing that Angel would get hurt, he reached out and took out a large-caliber Desert Eagle and pointed it at the attacker.
A black light came, and the attacker flipped the judge's pen casually, and a copper coin shot towards Zhao Ziyang's pistol.
With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang, who had just taken out his pistol, was hit by a coin. His wrist felt sore and the Desert Eagle fell to the ground.
Another hidden weapon. Zhao Ziyang was horrified. He couldn't imagine how the current person could have such a high level of hidden weapon skills.
In a flash, Angel was forced to retreat a dozen steps again. Because of dodging the opponent's continuous attacks, her breathing was particularly rapid, and her plump chest rose and fell rapidly, but her left hand was always behind her waist, as if she was preparing for a violent attack.
"Tsk tsk, little girl, you have a good figure, come and have some fun with me?" The attacker, who had forced Angel into a corner, made a teasing sound and pointed a pair of judge's pens at Angel's breasts.
Angel was furious after being bullied like this, and her blue eyes were filled with murderous intent. She suddenly stretched out her left hand, which had been placed at the back of her waist, with four pieces of plasticine between her fingers. With a slight force on her wrist, the plasticine flew towards the attacker.
Seeing the flying plasticine, the attacker was startled and immediately dodged quickly.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Four not very loud explosions were heard. The thrown plasticine exploded, making the sneak attacker extremely embarrassed.
Having succeeded in one move, Angel immediately rushed forward and grabbed the attacker's right wrist, bending it back and forcing him to throw away the judge's pen. Then she wrapped her whole body around him, jumped high up with her feet touching the ground, wrapped her feet around the attacker's neck, and used the force of twisting her waist and hips to pin the attacker to the ground. She bent the attacker's arms with her hands and held him firmly .
This is a typical judo move, but Zhao Ziyang has never seen it performed as gracefully and freely as Angel did.
Just when Angel had the other party completely under control, her pupils suddenly shrank into a pinhole: the attacker smiled at her, and when he grinned, several black conical hidden weapons were exposed.
