Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 38 Killer Ranking No. 7

Marsen Supermarket.

Hong Jie peered through the glass; it was pitch black inside, and the door was locked, so he couldn't get in.

Clang!

The doctor kicked the glass door, shattered it, brushed the glass shards off his hair, and stepped inside.

Are you polite?

Hong Jie swallowed hard, frowned, and said, "Such a loud commotion, won't it scare people away?"

Please.

"We're not police officers catching thieves. Isn't Wu Lei Ke just going to fight people head-on?"

The sound of their military boots hitting the ground was particularly jarring in the deathly silent supermarket building.

The elevator displays the sixth floor.

"The bodyguards hired by rich people are so unprofessional. They could at least have set a floor number to confuse the enemy," Hong Jie muttered to himself.

"Perhaps the escape was too hasty."

"I'll go to the rooftop, and you stay in the basement to keep watch."

"To prevent any from slipping through the net."

The doctor straightened his hair and quickly gave instructions.

Seeing Hong Jie's stunned expression, she frowned and said, "Take the emergency exit."

"No, what if they go through the underground parking garage?" Hong Jie asked back.

"Then go and take them down."

"A D-level mission doesn't award many points, but every little bit helps, right?"

The doctor shrugged and raised an eyebrow.

"All right."

Hong Jie concealed his presence and quietly made his way to the underground parking garage.

He doesn't have the confidence and ability of doctors, so it's best to be cautious.

Inside the garage room.

Chen Jinlong looked around and walked toward a Hummer.

Raul, a black man as strong as a Vajra, stood guard nearby, holding a Gurkha knife.

His gun had run out of bullets during the breakout.

As a hero who grew up in a tribe and was capable of hunting lions, the knife was his most primitive and powerful weapon.

Chen Jinlong!

Hong Jie leaned against the pillar and recognized him at a glance.

The father and son look so alike.

Chen Jinlong was about to get into the car.

This modified Land Rover is equipped with bulletproof glass and thickened steel plates. As long as it is driven out of the garage, and a small opening is made in the connection with its back office, it can escape to safety.

He had experienced this routine many times before.

His car is his Noah's Ark!

Boom!

Hong Jie drew his gun and fired.

He thought firing the gun would be simple, but when he pulled the trigger, he realized it was not that simple at all.

Slight recoil.

Crosshair!

There's also the visual discrepancy where the eyes and hands are not aligned.

All the bullets missed their mark.

Chen Jinlong broke out in a cold sweat: "Damn it, kill him!"

Raul's eyes sharpened, and he rushed towards Hong Jie.

Hong Jie quickly pulled the trigger.

Raul dodged left and right, advancing in a serpentine pattern.

Despite his two-meter height, he is exceptionally agile.

Hong Jie fired several shots but missed.

Swish!

Raul's kukri came slashing down at him.

Aside from Napon, who was instantly killed, this was Hong Jie's first time experiencing a life-or-death struggle with another person, and his opponent was a burly man whose strength and size far exceeded his own.

The wind of the blade has arrived.

Hong Jie instinctively rolled on the ground, dodging the knife that was about to strike him, and at the same time drew his gun and fired.

Instead of shooting Raul, they went straight for Chen Jinlong.

Chen Jinlong had already opened the car door and stepped halfway in.

Hong Jie's shot, by sheer chance, hit him squarely in the calf.

Chen Jinlong screamed and fell off the car.

He was already a little over 1.6 meters tall.

This car is tall.

With a broken leg, he couldn't climb up for a while.

"Raul, kill him!" Chen Jinlong roared as he fell to the ground.

Swish!

Raul was like a demon god, delivering another blow.

Hong Jie ducked, the knife almost grazing his scalp, and pulled the trigger, emptying his pistol.

In the face of life and death, he pushed himself up with both hands and leaped into the air, punching Raul squarely in the chest.

Raul took a small step back but was not injured.

He ripped off his vest, showing off his bulging, well-developed pectoral muscles, and taunted Hong Jie by waving his index finger: "Kid, you... can't do it!"

Hong Jie took a step back and took a slight breath.

He pretended to slide to the left.

With your back to the wind!

Raul swung his knife again, this guy was nothing like the clumsy black people in the movies, his speed was astonishing.

His steel-like muscles, soaked in oil and sweat, made him look like a moving machine killer.

Hong Jie's nerves were stretched to the limit, to the point that he felt a slight, tingling sensation all over his body.

fear!

excited!

A mix of emotions overwhelmed him, making his five senses feel as if they were in an unprecedented state.

clang!

His body instinctively shifted to the side.

Raul's knife struck the hood of another car, sending sparks flying.

Hong Jie seized the opportunity and fired a shot that hit Raul in the waist.

The strong muscles and fascia effectively neutralized the punch.

Raul merely frowned slightly, his blade still swung forward with undiminished force, unleashing a wide, diagonal slash.

Hong Jie jumped backward.

His clothes were slashed by the sharp blade, but luckily he was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath, otherwise the knife would have ripped him open.

We can't delay any longer.

Chen Jinlong is trying to escape.

Hong Jie estimated that a professional killer like Raul probably had a striking force of over a thousand pounds.

My full-force punch only weighs five or six hundred pounds.

Fighting head-on is suicide.

It's even difficult to break through the opponent's defense.

My own strengths...

Speed: Raul is both tough and agile.

It seems like there's no chance of winning.

While pondering, a glint flashed in Hong Jie's eyes, and he had an idea.

"Chen Jinlong, prepare to die!"

He didn't bother with Raul and quickly ran towards Chen Jinlong.

When Raul saw that his master was in danger, he roared and strode after him.

This garage is probably quite old. There's an iron pipe hanging down in front of it. Hong Jie suddenly leaped high into the air, grabbed the pipe with one hand, and used the momentum to bounce up, flipping backwards.

Raul was about to turn around.

Hong Jie had already let go, and the force of the pipe's rebound bounced off and slammed into Raul's face.

Raul felt a stinging sensation on his face.

Before he could react, a flash of cold light appeared in Hong Jie's hand, and the dagger hidden in the side of his military boot slashed horizontally.

Raul, who had been charging forward, was instantly frozen in place.

He touched his throat in disbelief.

Glug!

Glug!

Fresh blood splattered radially.

Raul never dreamed that someone who could kill even a lion and was known as the seventh-ranked killer in West Africa would die such a pathetic death.

"call!"

"call!"

Hong Jie landed on the ground and rolled twice to create distance, maintaining a state of alertness.

“Wuwu!”

Raul clutched his neck, turned around with difficulty, and looked resentfully at Hong Jie, who was bristling and tense like a stray dog.

This is clearly a greenhorn just starting out.

He actually died at his hands.

Great!

Raul's massive body slumped to the ground.

Hong Jie swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from his face, and looked back to see Chen Jinlong limping and running in the other direction.

He wasn't in a hurry to chase after them.

This big black guy is incredibly strong.

Fearing that he wasn't quite dead, Hong Jie stabbed Raul in the neck again before leaping after him.

Chen Jinlong stumbled and ran towards the stairwell.

The burning and bleeding from the bullets plunged him into a death panic, making every step extremely difficult.

He never expected that Raul, whom he had hired at great expense and who could once take on ten men single-handedly, would be killed in a few moves by a newcomer who couldn't even shoot accurately.

Just one step away, just one step.

He can then get on the bus.

Whoosh!

Hong Jie, standing a few steps away, threw the dagger in his hand with all his might.

It's thanks to my usual habit of playing darts.

Throwing a dagger is much simpler and more accurate than shooting a gun.

The knife struck Chen Jinlong's other leg.

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