Absolute Honor

The masked man still looked like a dumb man, except for gasping, and did not answer Eric's question.

Eric really seemed to rush up to tear off the other party's mask to see if the face underneath was the best brother he had ever been, the Simon who had been with him like his brother for many years.

I heard a few short conversations before, and from the voice, Eric could almost conclude that it was Simon.

The two grew up together, received the most rigorous training under Thrandes's hands, and were adopted as adoptive sons by Thrandes, the former president of the Brotherhood of the Holy Cross. Although they were not biological, they were brothers and sisters.

If it was Simon, Eric would not hesitate to rush up to give his brother a hug, and ask him why he didn't come to him since he was not dead.

He witnessed the process of Simon falling into the river on the Moscow bridge.

At that time, Simon was strafed by the members of the afi and fell into the river, smashed through a thin layer of ice and disappeared into the water. In a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, he could not have a chance to survive.

Unless it is a miracle.

The eyes of the two fell on the ground at the same time, and each other instantly understood each other's intentions.

There are two guns on the ground, one and a half guns to be precise.

A complete Glock 7 with a light bullet, and a Glock 7 with a bomb but a magazine and bullets, the same model, bullet compatible. ..

The two guns lie almost in the same place, and it depends on who gets the hand first, and whoever wins.

Between the sparks and flints, the two cheetahs pounced on.

Before lunging forward, the masked man raised his hand and shot a stab in his sleeve at Eric.

Eric's sleeve thorn has been used just now, and the cuff is already empty at this time.

The masked man was meticulous in his calculations and shot his sleeve thorns. Eric had no strength to fight back, so he could only evade. The abilities of the two are almost the same, the strength and speed are almost the same, one side dodges, the other must look hand!

To the surprise of the masked man, Eric did not dodge, as if he hadn't seen the sleeve thorn that was shot at his chest, and he pounced directly on the pistol on the ground.

He just hesitated for a while, and firing sleeve spikes actually delayed the mask man's movements by a few tenths of a second.

A few tenths of a second is enough to decide life and death in the master's tricks.

laugh--

In the horrified gaze of the masked man, Eric was stabbed in his chest. He caught two pistols before the masked man, and completed the whole action of unloading and loading the magazine with both hands in an instant.

The black hole's muzzle was pressed against the masked man's forehead.

The sleeve stab that shot directly hit Eric's left chest, and did not penetrate into the body, but fell on the ground with a clatter.

Body armor!

The masked man was shocked and found that he had made a fatal mistake.

Eric was in the role of bodyguard tonight. He wore a soft body armor. Although it was not very effective against some automatic rifles, it was more than enough to deal with the cuff thorns shot by the delicate cuff mechanism.

"you lose!"

Eric looked at the masked man and said coldly, "Who are you? Which one of the twelve disciples?"

The masked man hummed coldly, slowly stretched out his hand to his face, grabbed the edge of the mask, and slowly lifted it up...

Eric's heart speeded up gradually, and he could hear his heart beating madly.

The mystery was about to be solved, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

It's like opening a box, as if there would be a poisonous snake inside, suddenly jumping out to give you a fatal bite.

The true face of the masked man appeared in front of Eric little by little, his pale complexion, razor-thin lips, and those gray pupils with infinite murderous aura.

"Simon!"

Eric blurted out in exclamation.

The person in front of him was his brother, Simon, who was betrayed on the assassination mission with him in Moscow, and was finally besieged on the bridge and shot to death by the river!

Compared with Simon before, Eric seemed to feel an unprecedented strangeness.

Yes, the person in front of him is Simon, but...

But it's not the original Simon.

His face was full of violence, and the hatred anger in his eyes, which was completely different from the care and warmth in his eyes when he treated himself from the front.

Eric shuddered and his muzzle dropped.

Just a distraction, Simon's head leaned to the right like lightning, and his hands were as fast as lightning, and he slashed directly on the thunder **** Eric's wrist, making a perfect spear-grabbing action.

Glock 7 got into Simon's hand like a magic trick in a blink of an eye.

Simon stood up slowly with the gun in his hand, the muzzle never leaving Eric's head.

Eric raised his head. He didn't hide or resist any more, but fixed his eyes on the brother in front of him-the saint Simon of the twelve disciples.

"elder brother……"

Eric licked his dry lips, had just said two words, swept his legs heavily on his face.

This leg sweep directly kicked Eric's mind into a blank, and the man fell to the right, his head reloaded on the ground, with a bang.

The huge impact made Eric almost fainted, bleeding from the right side of his head.

He tried to get up from the ground with difficulty. Just as he propped up his body, he hit Simon a kick on his stomach, kicked him over several times, and lay directly on the ground.

"John." Simon called out Eric's holy name among the twelve disciples. "You are still so emotional. As an assassin, you are really a very bad person."

Eric propped up his body, retched a few times, and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with gastric juice.

"Brother...I am your brother, why are you..."

Snapped--

With another kick, Eric was kicked out like a torn sack, and this time he hit the wall directly before stopping.

He felt that his bones all over his body seemed to fall apart, and his lungs were aching even after breathing.

If it weren't for wearing a soft body armor~www.NovelMTL.com~ the kick just now probably broke my ribs.

He still didn't understand why Simon had to put a heavy hand on himself, escaped from the dead, and the brothers met again. According to the script, shouldn't he hold his head and cry?

What happened to Simon?

"Brother, what happened... I am glad to see you, why are you doing this to me?"

Eric's eyes were bloodshot, he took a hard breath, stabilized the vomiting feeling, looked at the expressionless Simon and asked loudly.

"Why? Hahahaha!" Simon laughed suddenly, "It's so funny, you actually ask me why? You shameful and despicable villain, you still have the face to ask me why!?"

"I thought you died in Moscow..." Eric said: "I saw you fall into the river with my own eyes...I have been looking for opportunities to avenge you, chasing after Africa and killing Vera... "

"Yes, I know, I know all of them." Simon looked at the younger brother he used to be familiar with.