area51novel Chapter 797 Vermouth's Amazing Skills
Chapter 797 Vermouth's Amazing Skills
The man wanted to shoot, but the sudden fatal strangulation frightened his arms so much that the muzzle of the gun trembled out of control.
"Bang!" There was a flash of fire from the muzzle, and the bullet originally aimed at the white wine whizzed towards the ceiling.
Baijiu looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures fighting each other like mad beasts.
The man was thrown roughly to the ground and tumbled down from the sofa area on the second floor.
There was no need to look closely at Baijiu - only Vermouth could perform such agile movements and skillful actions.
Suddenly, the man suddenly bent over, his eyes flashing with a fierce light like a water ghost from the abyss. His hands clasped Vermouth's ankles tightly like iron clamps! Vermouth's eyes flashed with a cold light!
She actually took advantage of the man's brute strength and lunged forward! Her knees drove into his waist and abdomen like a battering ram, her leg muscles instantly tensing like iron! With a backhand, the dagger flashed coldly—"Shua!"
She lifted her fingertips slightly, pulled out a few tissues from the table, and slowly wiped the blood splattered on the back of her hand. Then she squatted down and used the man's expensive suit fabric to carefully wipe away the blood stains left on the tip of the knife.
Vermouth looked up at Baijiu, and their eyes conveyed a silent message: Don't worry about me, the first priority is to evacuate safely.
Her mission was to escort them away safely.
Baijiu understood what he meant and quickened his pace again.
Vermouth stepped over the man's body and also walked towards the exit.
At this moment, a man mixed in the terrified crowd suddenly put away his disguise and pounced like a hunting lion!
Although Vermouth dodged in advance, the opponent was too strong! She was violently knocked away by the behemoth, and her body rolled and collided between the corners of the sofa and the legs of the table and chairs!
She seized the opportunity and smashed her elbow into the man's shoulder like a sledgehammer! The man groaned in pain, but twisted his body, grabbed Vermouth's wrist, and threw her fiercely, pressing his knee against her forearm!
In the gap, the man suddenly grabbed Vermouth's collar and pulled hard - "Swish!" The sound of the fabric tearing was particularly harsh in the chaos! Vermouth's collarbone, as beautiful as a delicate valley, suddenly appeared under her fair skin!
The man was instantly intoxicated by it, with stars of obsession in his eyes, and was deeply attracted by the seductive lines.
His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath of the fragrance emanating from her body with a look of enjoyment.
A satisfied smile hung on his dimples, and he half-closed his eyes, as if recalling his first experience in wonderland...
"Puchi!" The cold blade pierced through his lower jaw without warning and penetrated his upper jaw!
Vermouth covered her torn collar with her hands. Seeing that Baijiu had safely reached the exit, she breathed a sigh of relief, followed the crowd of people escaping, and quietly left through another door.
Just as she was about to step out the door—
A man armed with a shotgun had been waiting for a while, his greasy eyebrows raised provocatively: "Have you ever heard of a mantis stalking a cicada while the oriole is behind it?"
As soon as his finger was on the trigger—
"Whoosh!" A strong wind roared in! Mojito's muscles bulged, and he swung his arms out like iron rods!
"Crack!" The sound of bone cracking was sharp and piercing! The huge impact force shattered the surrounding facial bones!
The whole face looked like a piece of smashed porcelain, barely maintaining its shape only by the "shell" of skin.
Mojito flicked his wrist with a look of disdain: "What the hell are you talking about...? What about the yellow bird mantis?"
He turned his head and looked at Baijiu: "Let's go."
The three of them once again stepped into the long corridor of mirrors and warm light. Their figures were infinitely refracted and split among the countless mirrors, as if they had entered a bizarre maze.
On the rainy street, a black SUV sped like lightning.
The dark blue taillights on the car body dragged mysterious light trails in the continuous rain, like scales of the night.
The cold metal railings on both sides of the road cast a flowing glow when the car lights passed by.
Baijiu and the woman rode in one car, while Mojito drove another alone.
The wheels rolled over the puddles, splashing silvery white water.
The two cars turned and drove towards an ancient building. The gray-white stone walls of the building shone coldly under the headlights.
In front of the ancient mansion, a tall, spacious, carved iron gate slowly opened, resembling the half-closed maw of a giant beast. Two SUVs slowly drove in, their scarlet taillights casting a hazy glow through the lingering rain and fog.
The mansion is majestic, and the columns and window frames reveal the solemnity of the old times.
Two gatekeepers in black uniforms, looking like stone sculptures, stood silently, as if suppressing the ghost of a secret.
As the vehicle continued to move deeper, the true appearance of this huge monster gradually became apparent.
The architectural style exudes a classical heaviness, with tall stone pillars arranged neatly and intricate carvings faintly visible under the dim wall lamps, bearing the traces of time.
The driveway is lined with meticulously trimmed greenery, and a faint, mysterious light shines through the windows on both sides.
The vehicle stopped at the gate of the main house.
Baijiu pushed open the car door, stood on the wet stone road, and looked around vigilantly.
He opened the passenger door and followed the woman into the forbidding mansion.
Her brother Zola was already standing in front, his hand on the heavy wooden door handle, pushing it open.
Inside the door, the chandelier at the top emitted a faint light, barely illuminating the dim room.
A group of elegant-looking gentlemen in formal attire gathered around a long table, but their eyes revealed a cold and ruthless cruelty that was completely contrary to their appearance.
They were playing with various specially modified rifles in their hands.
The cardboard box next to the gate was filled with yellow, large-caliber rifle bullets.
In addition to cold weapons and guns, various tactical equipment, high-precision scopes and medical supplies were scattered on the long table.
When these strong men saw Baijiu's unfamiliar face, they all stopped what they were doing.
They looked at him with a cold, "shoot-in-the-head" mentality, until the woman threw them a soothing glance, and their guard relaxed a little, and everyone returned to the work at hand.
Baijiu followed the woman into a room deeper in the mansion.
Completely different from the room that was filled with the smell of gunpowder just now, as soon as you enter the door, a light and elegant fragrance hits you in the face.
Baijiu quickly made a judgment: This is a woman's private space, the White Widow's boudoir.
He glanced around quickly: the display cases were filled with ancient books and antique curios;
On the left, a soft sofa sits quietly;
The wall lamp emits a dim and warm glow.
In the center of the room, a large table was covered with blueprints, photos, and a huge map of military operations.
Zola stood across from the liquor, his hoarse, low voice breaking the silence: "The French government has received the goods at noon today and will airlift them to the Ministry of Finance at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
He pressed his fingertip hard on a point on the map.
This is a standard military operations map, with the surface consisting of a regular network of fine squares.
The red routes and black markings crisscross each other.
At the edge of the map, several folded black and white photos vaguely show the outlines of helicopters and several buildings.
"A convoy under strict police escort," Zola pointed to a row of black cube models on the table that simulated a convoy. He moved his finger along the red line representing the route, stopping at the node where the red line disappeared. "It will be transported along this route."
Then, he pointed his finger at a prominent river-crossing bridge on the map and said, "We will create an obstacle at this intersection."
After saying that, he picked up a black rectangle representing a roadblock between two fingers and placed it precisely at the junction of the two intersections, a cold smile appearing on his face.