"Kill! Kill that traitor!"
I'm not a traitor, I just want this farce to end.
The thug's baton hit the clone's shoulder, but the baton was snatched away by joint skills in the next second, and the bridge of his nose was broken immediately.
Surrounded incompletely by thugs, Najit controlled the clone to keep moving, listening to the roars like thunder without changing his expression.
A swinging hammer slammed into the shield. The clone withstood the blow expressionlessly, but the violent blow still caused his body to fall back. The clone behind held up his back. The distance between them was less than ten centimeters, but there was no accident of stepping on one's own heel.
"Najit! Have you ever seen an army like ours on the battlefield!"
One of the characteristics of an army is discipline, while one of the characteristics of a rabble is disorganization.
A clone stood in front of Najit, and the bullets from the pavement smashed it into pieces. When the gunshots stopped, Najit rushed towards the gunmen. He directly bent the barrel of the gun, and at the same time punched the thug who was still trying to take out his spare weapon, causing him to vomit and have diarrhea.
On this narrow street, whether it was roars or screams, they all came from the thugs, and Najit just silently acted as an efficient orthopedic surgeon, treating those who thought they were the masters of the new city. The idiot's arms were all broken.
"Veteran? You damn veteran, you can't even protect your family, what kind of veteran are you!?"
Yes, I can't even protect my family, but when did you think veterans were good at killing enemies or good at protecting them?
Shortly avoiding a long knife, Najit punched the thug's crotch, took the long knife the moment he let go, and blocked several flying daggers.
The clone withstood the pressure on his wings and back, so he just needed to keep moving.
Constantly moving, constantly moving, constantly running, informing each outpost of the information about the death pile, clearly recording the deployment of the broken defense line, treating his colleagues as cold numbers, he only needs to provide the most realistic and objective battle report It is enough to inform the commander.
But sometimes he will encounter some who are alone, or who have avoided the line of defense. At that time, he can only fight against these fish that have slipped through the net alone.
Countless experiences of life and death made him long for the existence of companions. However, he did not see any companions at the end of his service. However, after becoming an incarcerated person, he had so many reliable companions.
A five-star companion who won’t feel pain, feel depressed or complain, or feel tired or weak.
"Damn it! Why can't you hit him?"
"Just like a loach, if you have the guts, don't run away! Stand and fight me!"
"Hurry up and surround him! What are the people in front doing! Turn over there!"
The mob group is like a bloated giant, and Najit is his challenger who keeps pedicuring and rolling.
The giants kept accumulating wounds, and the challengers kept getting pedicures. Soon there were more and more thugs lying on the ground, covering their wounds.
Gradually--just like Kyle's side, no thugs dared to go up.
"What's wrong? Have you finally been beaten awake? Or are you just simply afraid? After two days of drinking two bottles of beer, will you want to riot again?"
Looking at this group of bully thugs, Najit finally said this. But no one dared to answer his words, for fear that he would rush up again and break the arms of the guy who dared to talk.
Najit's face was expressionless, but he couldn't hide the anger in his eyes. He looked around and saw Kyle, carrying Daoud, emerging from the outskirts of the mob.
"you......"
"It's over. The backbones of these guys have been broken by us. It's time to leave here. The Public Security Bureau will definitely launch a new round of attacks in the early morning. In order to regain the place, they will definitely kill them this time. . But as long as we hand over the mastermind, this kind of thing will not happen."
In order to prevent Najit from going berserk again, Kyle threw Daoud directly into his hands. Feeling his brother's slightly rapid breathing, Najit finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After he finally calmed down a little, the thug who had always seemed to be in a state of arrogant teeth was now no more than a yellow dog with a low eyebrow and a submissive look.
Nadjit, who was holding his younger brother, did not immediately respond to Kyle's words. He just looked at the horizon in the distance, and there seemed to be a trace of light escaping.
"Mr. Wayne, are you really...are you really a touring band?"
"It depends on what you think. After all, things have evolved to this point and it really has nothing to do with me, so you can think of us as a band just here to hone our skills."
Nadjit couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing this answer, and then nodded with a wry smile.
Most of the time, Kyle and the others just sing in the community and help foreigners like them take care of the children. It can be said that they are 'doing all the good things'. If you still doubt them, then who will be willing to help in the future? where are they.
"So? What's your answer? Although it may be cruel to say this, Daoud must stand up and take responsibility before this matter is over. Otherwise, he can only become a wanted criminal on the run."
"What if I don't want him to surrender? If I send him to the Syndicate, he won't have to be arrested."
Kyle was not surprised by this. After all, it was his own brother who was going to be punished. It was only normal to have the idea of helping him escape. And it has nothing to do with Kyle.
"Then you'd better act quickly, and you have to convince the people in the Sheriff's Department that the riot is over."
"What! You...you're not going to stop me?"
"No plan. After all, the agency responsible for arresting the mastermind of this turmoil is the Public Security Bureau, which has nothing to do with me."
After saying that, Kyle clapped his hands and sat aside with the incarcerated people, showing no intention of preventing them from escaping.
"You really----"
"Really, if you want to leave, just leave. I am not the one who will stop you. My mission is over."
The mission Kyle received from the Ninth Agency was to stop Nadjit from going on a rampage, but now it is obvious that he has calmed down and the decision he makes has nothing to do with Kyle.
But Najit also understood what Kyle meant. They would not stop them, but there were other people who would stop them.
"Oh...Mr. Wayne, would you like to give me one last helping hand?"
"Help you escape?"
"No, help us end this farce."
The helicopter landed on the top of a building not far away, and the agents of the Ninth Agency had already surrounded the place.
"Very well, let's go."
