Chapter 2226
Crisis in St. Peter's Square
Nowen was knocked dizzy for a moment and couldn't fight back at all, as if he had been knocked unconscious.
The enemy thought he had an absolute advantage, and a smug smile appeared on his face. Like a victorious rooster, he rushed forward and prepared to do a rear naked choke to strangle Norman. His hands stretched out towards Norman's neck like pliers.
But he never expected that when he approached, Norman, who seemed to have lost the ability to resist, suddenly stood up like a lion awakening. Norman's eyes flashed with cold light. When he lay down just now, he had already picked up a sharp boning knife from the chopping board. The blade of this boning knife was narrow and long, and it was shining coldly, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark.
Nowen took advantage of the moment when the enemy approached and suddenly attacked. The boning knife in his hand cut through the air like lightning, leaving a long bloody wound on the enemy's chest. Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, staining the enemy's clothes red.
The enemy screamed, a look of horror on his face. He never expected that in such a situation where he seemed to have won, Norman could actually fight back. He quickly retreated, trying to avoid Norman's next attack.
After Nowen succeeded in his first strike, he did not relax at all. He attacked again, stabbing the boning knife in his hand towards the enemy's chest. However, the enemy was prepared this time, and he cleverly dodged the attack by turning his body to the side.
Norman was not discouraged. He reached back with his left hand and picked up a frying pan from the stove. The frying pan was large and thick, with some black stains on the bottom. Norman took advantage of the enemy's brief moment of stiffness after he dodged and slammed the frying pan towards the enemy's head.
The frying pan hit the enemy's head heavily with a whistling sound. The killing power of this blow was greater than that of the stick. The enemy felt that his brain was instantly confused, and everything in front of him was dark. He could not see anything except stars. His body shook a few times and he almost fell to the ground.
Nowen took advantage of his weakness to kill him. He rushed forward like a bloodthirsty wolf, swinging his knife left and right at the enemy. His movements were swift and powerful, stabbing the enemy's body with his knife again and again. The enemy was soon stabbed with several cuts, and blood was dripping, staining the ground red. His body gradually lost strength, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground, like a defeated beast, losing his fighting power.
Nowen stood there, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground. He looked at the fallen enemy, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue, but more of the joy of victory. He didn't win this battle easily, but he won after all.
However, Nowen knew that the crisis was far from over. How was Stonebridge's pursuit going, whether the slope-footed man had escaped, and whether the dangerous virus test product was still within a safe range, all of these were still unknown. He took a deep breath, tidied up his messy clothes, and walked out of the kitchen, ready to meet Stonebridge to jointly deal with the more severe challenges that might arise next.
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"I'm safe here, but the target has been lost." Nowen exhaled with difficulty, her lungs seemed to be compressed by heavy stones, and every breath was accompanied by a hissing sound. She moved her fingers, which had long been sore, and her fingers were like stiff wooden sticks. The pain from the joints made her frown slightly. She reported the situation to the headquarters, her voice full of fatigue and anxiety, but the only response she got was endless silence. The dead silence came through the radio waves, making her heart sink suddenly, and a chill spread up her spine.
At this moment, the pursuit on the other side has entered a white-hot stage. The situation is extremely tense, and the air seems to be filled with invisible gunpowder. The enemy has split into three groups and fled madly in different directions. Their figures appear and disappear at the corners of the street, like cunning foxes. But the mission goal is very clear. They must catch the guy with the package. As for the other two groups, they can only give up the pursuit for the time being. This is a helpless move, but it is also the only choice at the moment.
Stonebridge was like a cheetah, with his muscles tense and his legs vigorously pushing the ground alternately, chasing after him at lightning speed. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, locking onto the fleeing target in front of him, and every step was full of strength and determination. At the same time, Long Zhan also rushed over from the other side, with rapid and firm steps, and the ground made a dull sound under his footsteps. The moment their eyes met, there was no need for too many words, and they understood each other with just one look, and tacitly chose to double-team from two directions, vowing to firmly grasp the target and never let him escape. This determination was as hard as steel.
The man who was desperately running away with the package was a big bearded man. His thick beard almost completely covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of vigilant and fierce eyes. He knew in his heart that there was an enemy chasing him closely. The sense of crisis that followed him like a shadow made his scalp numb and his back was already soaked with sweat. In order to get rid of the pursuit, he shuttled through the crowd like a cunning fox, dodging pedestrians with flexible steps. When the opportunity came, he snatched the mask from the face of a passerby, with quick and decisive movements, and then quickly put it on his own head. In an instant, he seemed to wear a magical invisibility cloak, hiding in the crowd of masked people on the street, making it difficult to distinguish. His figure instantly merged into the flow of people, like a drop of water disappearing into the sea.
Chetri, who was at the high point, was also in trouble at the moment and completely useless. He was lying on the high ground, his eyes behind the telescope were full of anxiety. The target was like a flexible mouse, rushing left and right in the narrow alleys. Those intricate alleys were like a maze and soon disappeared in his blind spot. At this moment, everything could only rely on Stonebridge and Long Zhan who were trying their best to catch up. They had to rely on their wisdom and courage to find ways to track the target. The pressure fell heavily on their shoulders. Long Zhan and Stonebridge were anxious, fearing that they would lose the target if they were not careful. They were like two arrows from a bow, running all the way with all their strength, and the sound of the wind whistled past their ears. However, there were too many people on the street. The dense crowd was like a surging tide, one wave after another, hindering their steps. They had to shout loudly, their voices seemed a little weak in the noisy voices, and they had to force the people in front of them to move away. The veins on their hands were bulging due to the force, and they could only run forward with difficulty. No matter how fast they went, it was difficult to move forward in such a crowded crowd, and every step forward was extremely difficult.
The bearded man wearing a mask ran like crazy, his steps were hurried and hurried, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound. Finally, he arrived at his dream destination - a crowded square with hundreds of people. It was very lively here, with laughter and cheers. The performances of street performers attracted cheers from the crowd, but no one knew that a huge disaster was about to happen. It turned out that this square was the perfect place for him to test the effect of the virus weapon. His eyes flashed with madness and determination, as if he was possessed by a demon.
The bearded man panted and strode to the center of the square, his chest heaving violently, and his hands trembling as he began to open the crucial metal can. His eyes flashed with madness and determination, ready to take out the deadly virus inside and release it, plunging the entire square into endless panic and death. The metal can made a slight friction sound in his hands, as if it was the prelude to the coming of disaster.
The moment Long Zhan and Stonebridge caught up, they were stunned. Looking around, the square was full of people wearing masks, densely packed like a sea of masks, the colorful masks flashing in the sun, dazzling people. The target who had been running all the way suddenly stopped at this moment, blending into the crowd and walking slowly, instantly losing his obvious features, and was no different from everyone else. It was harder than climbing to the sky to find him among them. Their eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.
"The package has entered St. Peter's Square. The target is lost. Repeat, the target is lost." Stonebridge's face was full of helplessness, and his voice was full of frustration. He could only report the terrible situation to the headquarters truthfully. The radio waves carried his voice far away, with endless frustration.
When Colonel Coltrane, who was in charge of the headquarters, heard the report, his face instantly turned extremely ugly, as if covered by a layer of frost. His brows were tightly knitted into the shape of the word "Chuan", and his hands were unconsciously clenched, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. He knew in his heart that once the virus was really released, the consequences would be disastrous, and his future would be completely ruined. The impact of virus weapons is not just that hundreds of people will die, but it will also make Britain "notorious" and fall into endless public condemnation around the world. After all, the virus weapons made by Britain were actually snatched away by terrorists, and eventually led to the deaths of a large number of innocent people. This is undoubtedly a devastating disaster for a government and a country, and the reputation and security of the entire country will be at stake.
Long Zhan looked at the crowded square and knew that conventional methods were no longer feasible. Special situations could only be solved with special methods. His brain was running fast, and his thoughts were like a high-speed machine, with all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind. Suddenly, he had an idea and said, "Okay, Stonebeach, let's go to the square and shoot. Whoever is not scared away by the gunshots and is still there is the target, so chase him." The method proposed by Long Zhan is based on anti-routine thinking. He thought to himself that if it was really a tourist who came here, he would be scared to run away in order to save his life when he heard the gunshots. Only those who are ready to release the virus here will definitely not leave before the virus is released. This is a psychological game.
"Okay, let's do it." Stonebridge also thought this method was very clever, and without any hesitation, he immediately nodded and agreed to Long Zhan's method. Then, he trotted all the way to the center of the square, his steps brisk and firm, like a soldier rushing to the battlefield.
Long Zhan waited for Stonebridge to run about ten meters away, then he quickly pulled out his pistol without hesitation. The pistol flashed a cold light in the sun. He held the gun handle tightly with both hands, bent his arms slightly, adjusted his breathing, and then fired continuously into the sky.
"Bang bang bang."
Three clear gunshots instantly broke the original liveliness and peace of the square. The square, which was originally crowded with people and full of laughter and joy, suddenly changed its style 180 degrees after these three gunshots. Everyone was frightened by the sudden gunshots, and screams and shouts rose to the sky. Some people were so scared that their legs went weak and they immediately squatted on the ground, holding their heads tightly with their hands. Their fingers were deeply buried in their hair because of fear, for fear of being hit by flying bullets; others ran away, running desperately in the opposite direction of the gunshots, their steps were hurried and hurried, and the crowd pushed each other, and the scene was in chaos.
Only the bearded man was still standing there calmly, as if the chaos around him had nothing to do with him. At this moment, he had just taken out the virus sample in the glass ball, and was frowning, thinking hard about how to release it properly. If he threw it directly on the ground, he would definitely be infected by the virus, and he didn't want to die in vain; if he threw it far away, he was worried that if he threw it too far away, the crowd would not be dense enough, and the virus would not spread well, and he would definitely be severely punished by the boss when he returned. Moreover, there were too many people in the square, and it would be easy to throw it on people if he threw it far away. The glass ball would definitely not break if it hit people, after all, the material of the protective glass ball was quite hard. He was caught in a dilemma, and his eyes were full of entanglement.
While the bearded man was still hesitating, Stonebridge took the opportunity to rush towards him. He leaned forward, his legs alternating rapidly, like a cheetah ready to strike. Long Zhan shouted at the man, "He's there, over there, with the white mask." This shout was loud and powerful, successfully attracting the bearded man's attention.
The bearded man subconsciously looked in the direction of Long Zhan. At the moment when his attention was focused on Long Zhan, Stonebridge on the other side rushed up at a very fast speed like a swift cheetah. With a firm look in his eyes, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a "bang", a bullet with blazing flames and deadly force accurately hit the bearded man's chest. The bearded man screamed in pain and fell backwards. Blood gushed out of his chest and spread on the ground.
The glass ball in his hand also loosened, and rolled forward along the ground with a "ding-dong" sound. The sound seemed like a countdown to death, and every sound made people's hearts rise to their throats, as if it could shatter at any time. (End of this chapter)