Wang Jian's Three-Section Strike (Part 2)

  Dawei came alone, and the address of this place was sent to Dawai's mobile phone by Xiangyun through Wang Jian's mobile phone. The only person who followed Dawai was Liang Huanhuan, while others including Jin Huiming were blocked by Dawai.

  Of course, Liang Huanhuan didn't come empty-handed to beat the dog with a meat bun. Her backpack had her full set of equipment, including an M700, a Czech-made Skorpion submachine gun, a tactical survival knife, and a lightweight grenade launcher. Moreover, in Dawei's car, there was also a Barrett M82A1 and two Type 97 submachine guns, making it a small mobile arsenal, with enough firepower on her body to kill all the people present four or five times over.

  "They must have seen me, I'm pulling back now." Liang Huanhuan said with her back to the broken warehouse, while observing with a mirror hanging in her hand: "I'll give you a signal after retreating to a safe place."

  Dawei nodded slightly, looked up at the house and took a deep breath: "The one inside, you want me, let Ah Jian go!"

  Upon hearing his voice, Zhan Yun let out a hearty laugh and turned around to wave at Wang Jian: "You're almost free now."

  Wang Jian shrugged, stood up from the stool, and carefully observed the surrounding environment. He found that this was indeed a warehouse-type place, shabby and worn out, probably abandoned due to its desolation. This place was absolutely an easy-to-defend location with excellent defensive capabilities, whether from a shooting angle or from a visual perspective, it was an invaluable sniping point.

  He took a look at Zhan Yun and his apprentice, who were fully alert. Silently, he wiped the sweat for Liang Huanhuan. In this situation, Liang Huanhuan's situation was even more dangerous than Wang Jian's. As a sniper, she had voluntarily appeared in front of the enemy sniper, which was equivalent to handing over her life. No matter how well she hid, the initiative had already been taken away.

  "Ah Ping." Zhan Yun called out: "Take care."

  That kid named Ah Ping nodded seriously and then ran out of the room, his footsteps getting farther and farther away until they could no longer be heard.

  According to Wang Jian's estimation. He must have already found a very advantageous sniping point for himself and was monitoring the movements of everyone in this area from a high vantage point.

  "Let's go." Zhan Yun pulled on Wang Jian's rope: "An eye for an eye, very fair."

  Wang Jian smiled and nodded: "What are you going to do to get rid of me later?"

  Zhan Yun didn't respond, but instead put the black hood back on Wang Jian's head and had him slowly follow the nylon rope out of the dilapidated warehouse.

  When the long-awaited fresh air rushed into his nostrils, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths: "The air here is great."

  "Of course." Dawei seemed not very tense: "It's more than a hundred kilometers away from the city here."

  "After finishing speaking, Dawei continued: 'Hey, brother. After all, you want money, so open your mouth and tell me how much the person you invited spent, I'll compensate you five times that amount.'"

  Xuan Yun smiled: "Thanks for the compliment, I love my job and don't want to ruin my reputation. If I had met you one step earlier, I would have devoted myself to you by now."

  Dai Wei helplessly spread out his hands and pointed at Wang Jian: "Look at this lineup, it should be a prisoner exchange, right?"

  "You're very clever."

  After finishing, he pushed Wang Jian and retreated two steps on his own, pointing at the back of Wang Jian's head with his bow and arrow: "Now, you two walk forward simultaneously, raise your hands high!"

  So, Wang Jian and Da Wei simultaneously raised their hands and slowly walked forward. As they passed each other, Da Wei whispered: "Don't sell out your teammate, buddy."

  Wang Jian didn't have the mood to exchange pleasantries with Dawei at this time, and only said in a low voice: "Three."

  Yes! Xianyun played a small trick again, when he introduced his apprentice to Wang Jian, he actually wanted to give Wang Jian an illusion, an illusion that there were only two of them. But if he didn't add this unnecessary move, Wang Jian might have really believed they were the only two people involved. However, with this move, Wang Jian immediately sensed something was off.

  Then he carefully identified Xuan Yun's apprentice and soon came to a conclusion - this person was not the same as the one who drove him here!

  The reason is simple, it's because of the rope tied around his neck. The boy who brought him here initially led him once, and from the angle and intensity of his shaking, that boy was shorter and thinner than this Exhibition Cloud's apprentice. Because the airflow passing over the boy's body formed a wind wall, which directly exposed his physique to Wang Jian's extremely keen senses.

  So he can instantly confirm that there is definitely another person beside Xuan Yun, a praying mantis hiding in the dark!

  Now Wang Jian deeply understands why Dasheng has such a high evaluation of this exhibition. He not only excels in martial arts, but also has an extraordinary mind that is far beyond the reach of ordinary thugs who only know how to fight brutally. This precise psychological warfare has already raised his evaluation in Wang Jian's heart by several levels.

  Dawei and Wang Jian slowed down their pace involuntarily after passing each other, tacitly giving each other time. As Wang Jian walked, he suddenly turned around and shouted at Yun Xuan: "Are you sure you'll let me go?"

  Zhan Yun's mouth curled up into a disappointed and disdainful smile, then nodded: "Yes."

  Wang Jian remained standing still, but his hands behind his back kept gesturing the number "three", and after several repetitions, he started walking backwards and spoke out to disturb Zhan Yun: "How far do I need to go?"

  He furrowed his brow and then smiled lightly: "Follow the road, keep walking."

  Wang Jian grunted and caught up with Dawei in a few steps, then nudged Dawei's butt with his knee: "I have cigarettes in my pocket, take them."

  Dawei raised his head and glanced at Zhan Yun, finding that Zhan Yun just nodded slightly without any sign of objection. He smiled at Zhan Yun before reaching out to Wang Jian's pants pocket.

  "Get down!"

  Wang Jian suddenly let out a loud roar, and with a sweeping kick, he knocked Dawei to the ground. Then, he jumped up into the air and grabbed Dawei's waist, using force to fling him backwards. He directly threw Dawei onto the back of the car.

  At the same time, a cloud of dust suddenly rose from the windowsill, followed by the sound of shattering glass, and a person fell straight down from the window.

  Zhan Yun was momentarily stunned, but his reaction was extremely quick, and he instantly understood the current situation. As everything happened at lightning speed, Zhan Yun's black arrow shot directly towards Wang Jian, who had not yet landed. The bowstring cut through the air with a shrill whistling sound. Wang Jian's heart tightened as he used absolute explosive force to swing his waist in mid-air, barely dodging the arrow that was heading straight for his heart.

  However, the arrow was too fast, and Wang Jian dodged the fatal blow, but he couldn't escape unscathed. The arrow pierced his shoulder, its tip protruding from his back, reflecting the bright red sunlight.

  Wang Jian, however, was completely unaware and after landing quickly took two steps forward, with the arrows on his body, he jumped high again, while Xian Yun's second arrow also flew directly towards Wang Jian.

  However, this time Wang Jian did not get shot by the arrow. Instead, when the arrow was approaching, he bowed his body in mid-air and brought his two hands, which were locked behind his head, to the front. With a swift movement, he grabbed the arrow at the right moment, allowing it to pass directly through the handcuffs on his thumb, and the powerful arrow instantly broke the handcuffs that bound Wang Jian's hands.

  After landing, Wang Jian didn't have time to stay, and at the same time as he took off his own headgear, one foot swept horizontally towards Zhan Yun's face. This move was clearly a feint, but Zhan Yun had no choice but to dodge this kick, quickly flashing backwards and preparing to shoot an arrow for the third time.

  Wang Jianqiang endured the pain. He glanced up at Chao Shang, intending to lure out another sniper, but found that he had miscalculated. The other sniper did not show his head in this situation, but instead continued to pin down Liang Huanhuan tightly. Wang Jian acknowledged that he could not remain calm after his partner was killed.

  In the brief moment of hesitation, Xing Yun had already pulled open a distance of about ten meters from Wang Jian. He held his bow with his left hand and continuously shot short arrows with his right hand in quick succession. Although the speed of the arrows was not as fierce as before, the dense arrow formation made Wang Jian's head ache for a while.

  Helpless, he could only dodge into a dead angle, one hand pinched the arrow tail on his body, and the other hand pinched the arrow shaft inserted in his body. With a loud cry of pain, he quickly pulled out the broken arrow from his body, and blood flowed like a fountain.

  "You're hateful enough." Zhan Yun drew his bow, slowly circling to Wang Jian's front, with a ferocious face: "You can even bear this kind of pain."

  Wang Jian chuckled and said, "I invited you in."

  Zhan Yun heard the sound and his eyes widened, secretly thinking it was bad, but it was too late. Wang Jian stretched out his hand and pressed down on his bow, bending it outward, and the arrow that had just been shot directly pierced into the wall beside him, with a tremendous impact force.

  Wang Jian saw himself getting the upper hand and made a decisive sideways swing, meeting Xianyun's temple.

  Zhan Yun naturally wouldn't wait for death, he pulled the bowstring and popped his elbow, directly using his own bow to block Wang Jian's attack. The two people simultaneously took a step back. However, Wang Jian didn't give him an opportunity because of this, instead he flipped sideways, rolled to Zhan Yun's side, grasped his ankle with one hand, and punched his waist with the other fist.

  Wang Jian rarely ever punched people, usually it was either a palm strike or the back of his hand, but when he actually used his fist to punch someone, the impact was absolutely no less than being hit head-on by a car. Zhan Yun at that time was caught off guard and after being hit, his entire body flew out like a kite with its string cut.

  However, his ankle was caught by Wang Jian, and after flying out, he was pulled back by Wang Jian, with a punch to the chest. And this time he flew out again, accompanied by this blow, a mouthful of thick blood also sprayed out from his nostrils, but he didn't fly far, and was pulled back once more by Wang Jian.

  When Zhan Yun's counterattack and Wang Jian's fully tightened last punch collided, Wang Jian finally let go of his hand, and Zhan Yun was directly punched out for tens of meters, rolling on the ground for a while before stopping.

  However, his body was surprisingly resilient. An ordinary person would have been knocked out or even killed by the three punches from Farmer San, but Xianyun managed to get back up, coughing up blood while supporting himself on the ground.

  As for Wang Jian, he covered his own bleeding wound and smiled slightly at Xing Yun: "We're even."

  Xuan Yun swayed unsteadily, his chest caved in, probably due to broken ribs. His eyeballs had also turned bloodshot, a result of the sudden increase in abdominal pressure causing retinal congestion.

  He can now be said to have truly achieved the Seven Apertures Flowing with Blood, and the power of these three consecutive blows is absolutely not something that ordinary people can withstand. This move is Wang Jian's self-created Three Consecutive Blows, and its first use has a very good effect.

  "I just asked your apprentice if he was prepared to die at such a young age." Wang Jian looked up at the broken glass on the upper floor: "He didn't answer me, but from his attitude, I think he's made preparations for it. I think it's a pity, and so are you."

  Zhan Yun seemed to have not heard what Wang Jian was saying, and struggled to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain. After several struggles, he finally knelt down on one knee in front of Wang Jian, exhaling more than inhaling, clearly having been injured in a vital organ.

  Wang Jian didn't say anything else, picked up Xianyun's bow and arrow, drew a full bow, aimed at Xianyun's heart, ready to let him leave without any pain.

  Just then, a crisp sniper rifle rang out in the building, Wang Jian subconsciously dodged to one side, and the bullet brushed past his scalp before flying away, he even felt the scorching heat of the bullet as it whizzed by.

  But what Wang Jian did not expect was that after the second crisp sound, the one who burst out with blood flowers on his head was actually Xian Yun, who was kneeling in front of him. Xian Yun, who had been shot in the head, fell backwards with a smile, his eyes empty and hollow, and the scars on his face gradually lost their original ferocious blood red color.

  Then, a thin figure like a rabbit darted out from the corner of the second floor, holding a gun with tears on his face and pointing it directly at Wang Jian. He was sobbing, but there was not a hint of fear on his face.

  "You really aren't afraid." Wang Jian put down the bow in his hand: "I'll give you a chance to shoot."

  Before the kid could pull the trigger, his head suddenly slumped to one side, and a mixture of blood and brain matter splattered onto Wang Jian's face...

  Looking at his slowly falling body, Wang Jian seemed to be somewhat unbearable, silently picked up his corpse, gently placed him beside Xuan Yun, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and said to Dawei who was hiding behind the car: "Actually, we just have different stances, I think this is what warriors are."

  Dawei poked his head out: "Damn it! There's a bomb!"

  As expected, Wang Jian lowered his head and saw that the child had dropped a hand grenade from his hand, with the safety pin already removed...

  I'm really sick, I'll make up for it tomorrow, seasonal flu... just like a kid. So the state is not very good.