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Just as he was falling, his knee, which he had been preparing for, suddenly lifted up hard, accompanied by the sound of his nose breaking. The small black man felt a dizzying sensation as he fell to the side. He felt as if he couldn't even see his own face. When he reached out to touch it, he found a large, glaring patch of bright red under the icy snow.
Just at this time.
The second person arrived in a flash, wielding a broken piece of steel bar. A cruel smile remained on his face, perhaps already imagining Lucy Pallas screaming in agony after being hit.
However, Lucy Pallas simply took half a step forward, turned to the side, grabbed a person by the collar and pulled them backward, and the next second, the steel bar she swung with all her might struck the person's skull perfectly.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough to dodge in time, otherwise she would have been splattered with red and white splattered all over her face.
Even those whose skulls had been split open couldn't be wasted; they threw their skulls forcefully in the direction of the largest number of people, instantly creating a comical scene of gourds rolling on the ground.
As for the man wielding the broken steel bar, he obviously won't have a good ending either.
After Lucy Pallas snatched the steel bar from the other man, she didn't intend to kill him. Instead, she thoughtfully spared him the rest of his life from sexual happiness.
All I can say is that it was a good blow...
It's like a chicken and a dozen eggs!
The man, who had clenched his legs and collapsed to the ground, let out an exaggerated wail that could be heard for miles around.
A sharp-eyed person could see that a large amount of blood was seeping out from his groin, which he was covering with his hands. This was a pain that no man could bear!
Such a heartbreaking scene, which brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it, was like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of these thugs, causing many people to begin to calm down.
In just two or three seconds, three people had fallen, each in a worse state than the last. The thugs finally realized that they had kicked not just an iron plate, but a titanium alloy steel plate.
This woman is probably not just a professional bodyguard; she might even be a female special agent who has been on the battlefield.
Otherwise, how can one explain the woman's swift movements and ruthless attacks?
But spilled water can't be taken back. Since they had already chosen to take action, they knew that kneeling and begging for mercy wouldn't work in this situation, given their years of experience in the air-raid shelters. Under the somewhat fierce but weak shouts of their black leader Wesley, they could only grit their teeth and charge forward.
Various knives, guns, clubs, and other weapons were continuously used by the thugs to attack Lucy Pallas.
The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.
A closer look reveals that Lucy Pallas always manages to dodge attacks by the slightest margin, then delivers a devastating blow with overwhelming force.
No weapons?
Enemies will come to us of their own accord.
She didn't care what weapon she grabbed; whatever was in front of her, she used. She snatched a dagger that was about to be used to attack her from behind, and without turning her head, Lucy Pallas casually tossed it to her side.
After piercing the abdomen of a thug who couldn't dodge in time, it continued its momentum and pierced the thigh of an unlucky bystander watching the commotion from afar.
The unfortunate soul, caught in the crossfire, could only swallow his displeasure as he watched Lucy Pallas move through the crowd like a dragon. He resigned himself to his bad luck and quickly left to find the underground clinic.
The weapons used by these thugs, such as daggers and machetes, are not carefully chosen. Their blades are covered with all sorts of bacteria, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them "tetanus blades."
If you don't find a place to clean the wound properly, it will only get worse.
"You fucking bitch! Don't move! I told you not to move, didn't you hear me?"
To shoot a man, shoot his horse first; to capture a thief, capture his king first. Wesley had never had the chance to read such high-level military strategy books, but his experience as a hoodlum led him to bypass Lucy Pallas, who was like a female warrior, and quietly sneak up to the snowmobile.
He had only intended to give it a try.
Unexpectedly, the car door opened easily with a gentle pull. Seeing Cao Han still talking on the phone in a completely unfamiliar language, Wesley, a plan forming in his mind, pulled out his beloved treasure hidden at his waist—
A P1911 pistol.
And he pointed his beloved gun at the boy in the car.
Chapter 156: Cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will bring new growth
"It sounds really noisy over there. Has something happened?"
The phone rang with a slightly concerned voice from von Schneider, but his hoarse, deep voice was difficult for most people to distinguish.
"It's a small matter, Lucy Pallas can handle it," Cao Han summarized in one sentence.
If Lucy Pallas can't even handle these petty thugs, then she's somewhat disgracing Kassel College.
The premise is that these thugs did not use weapons of mass destruction.
As for pistols, they are not included at all.
Lucy Pallas admitted that her reaction speed couldn't possibly be as fast as Cao Han's, faster than a bullet, but hybrids had their own unique way of dealing with it—
I can't outrun the bullet, I just need to be fast enough to get you to pull the trigger!
The moment Wesley pulled out his pistol, Lucy Pallas, who had been roaming freely among a group of thugs just moments before, had to abandon her nonchalant attitude and start to concentrate.
Not only did she not intend to stop, but she also changed her approach from passively retaliating to actively taking action and speeding up the process of dealing with the thugs.
Every move is aimed at vital points, resulting in either death or serious injury!
"I fucking told you not to move! You bitch, if you don't want your employer's head to explode, you'd better behave yourself!"
This time, Wesley roared in broken English, his hand gripping the gun trembling uncontrollably.
Watching his henchmen, on whom he depended for survival, fall one after another, he knew he could no longer sit idly by and wait for his demise.
Several people lay in pools of blood, not even needing treatment; their skulls were split open, their carotid arteries gushing, and their abdomens pierced...
Before today, if someone had told him that a girl who looked as elegant as a noble lady could be so ruthless as to take down a group of burly men in the blink of an eye, he would have thought that person was making a joke at him.
But he truly witnessed it with his own eyes, and this girl was simply like a female warrior straight out of a movie!
No wonder the two of them dared to drive to the notoriously chaotic air-raid shelter area of Yekaterinburg. With such a powerful female bodyguard, what place would they not dare to go?
On second thought, there must only be one person as capable as him, right?
Now that his employer's life or death was in his own hands, Wesley felt an inexplicable sense of euphoria, as if victory was within his grasp and he could turn the tide.
He was so focused on Lucy Pallas that he didn't notice...
Unbeknownst to them, Cao Han, who was inside the car, had finished his call with Schneider and was now observing the situation outside with great interest through the open car window.
"Tsk tsk tsk~ It's a good thing that the senior was dressed conservatively, otherwise this high leg raise would be full of flaws except for its aesthetic appeal."
"If we have time, we need to train her properly; she's still holding back when dealing with ordinary thugs."
Cao Han mentally assessed Lucy Pallas's performance and could only give her a passing grade of 60.
Most of the points deducted are for those flashy moves.
The high kick in mid-air is a move that you can guess must have come from Taekwondo in South Korea, where "everything is the center of one's own universe".
In reality, this kind of action works when facing opponents who are far weaker than oneself, which is commonly known as "stomping on noobs".
But let alone when facing an opponent stronger than yourself, even when facing an evenly matched opponent, making such a move is tantamount to openly exposing your weakness to your opponent.
Just give a simple example.
The high kick in mid-air may seem powerful, but it actually causes the person to lose their center of gravity and point of leverage instantly. If the opponent is strong enough at this moment, they can easily meet the opponent head-on with a move similar to "Iron Mountain Lean".
With nowhere to grab hold of your weight in mid-air, you're left in a passive, vulnerable position, only able to take hits.
Fortunately, these thugs were weak and no match for her. Lucy Pallas could easily kick them two or three meters away and make them fall heavily on the snow, unable to get up for a long time.
boom! ! !
Gunshots rang out, accompanied by a faint smell of gunpowder.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Wesley, enraged that Lucy Pallas had completely ignored him, had raised his P1911 and fired a shot into the air, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Lucy Pallas and roared:
"I'll count down three words: you bitch, if you don't surrender now, I guarantee the next shot will blow your employer's head off!"
"If I were you, I wouldn't make that choice."
Lucy Pallas pressed one hand against a thug's head and slammed it hard against the wall, but she carefully controlled her strength to avoid splashing herself.
At most, the two will suffer concussions. If they're lucky, they'll be in a coma for a while. If they're unlucky, there's a good chance they'll end up in a vegetative state.
Lucy Pallas had no qualms about taking action against these scumbags and scoundrels who lingered in the lower classes and contributed nothing to society.
After all, the surname "Palas" is inherited from Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war.
"Fine! You think I really wouldn't dare to shoot? It was you, you bitch, who forced me to. If I'm not having a good time, you won't have one either!"
"As a bodyguard, ignoring your employer's death, how will you ever work here again!"
Clearly, at this point, Wesley still firmly believed that Lucy Pallas was Cao Han's bodyguard or similar role.
It’s over! All is lost!
Watching his men be wiped out by that female devil, Wesley felt as if the sky had completely fallen.
The team he had built up over many years through sheer courage and ruthlessness was completely wiped out simply because of one misjudgment tonight.
Thinking about the fate that awaits me after tonight...
As Wesley, seemingly insane, looked at the boy in the car with bloodshot eyes, a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart!
Because the boy inside the car remained calm, with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, and didn't even bother to turn his head to look at him.
The girl was quietly looking at the outside world with a scrutinizing gaze, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes. Damn it, she had already single-handedly dealt with a dozen or twenty adult men, what was there to be dissatisfied about?
The greatest humiliation in the world is not insults and bullying, but indifference that turns a blind eye!
Wesley felt utterly humiliated by Cao Han from head to toe. Overwhelmed by rage, he made a cruel but satisfied smile and pulled the trigger.
Because at the moment he pulled the trigger, he seemed to see Cao Han falling to the ground with an incredulous expression after being shot in the head.
However, the scene I imagined did not appear.
The scene in his field of vision seemed to flash for a moment, and then the next moment, a scene appeared that left Wesley dumbfounded.
All he could see was the bright yellow bullet from his P1911, which was being gently held between two fingers by the boy inside the car; the slight deformation of the cartridge case was even visible.
"This snowmobile is only borrowed temporarily, so we can't let you break it."
Cao Han said it casually.
He could dodge the bullets from that small pistol in a hundred different ways if he wanted to, but considering the snowmobile was only temporarily borrowed from Anselm Valencia, it wouldn't be good if it was returned with potholes.
Even though Cao Han knew very well that the other party would not care about such a small matter.
"Senior, you're taking too long! One person can lead the way, so don't waste precious oxygen on the rest."
The sins of Heaven may be forgiven, but the sins of oneself are unforgivable!
Cao Han is not someone who enjoys indiscriminately killing innocent people, but everyone here is an adult and should be prepared to "pay the price" for their choices!