Spy Movie

Chapter 199
The moment he bent down, the fisherman let go of his hand, jumped onto his back and kicked him out with his strength.

The guard on the other side rushed over quickly, just hitting the sole of his foot, and was kicked directly backwards, staggering back.

The person under the fisherman quickly took action, trying to throw him off, but the fisherman grabbed his chin and the back of his head with his backhand, twisted hard, and directly broke his neck.

This action was clean and neat, and the fisherman himself was secretly proud of it.

He was about to use this guy as a cover when he heard a snap, then felt a pain in his arm, and found that there was an extra needle on it.

[I was plotted against! 】

The CIA agent was obviously a civilian, so the fisherman left him behind to deal with it. Unexpectedly, this guy had prepared a tranquilizer gun.

The guy's eyes were full of pride and he said: "Do you think it's an anesthesia gun? You guessed it right, but it's more than that, the needle is also mixed with Veritaserum..."

In just a few seconds, the fisherman already felt dizzy.

At this time, the remaining guard who had just been kicked away roared, got up and shouted: "Bastard, how dare you kill Luke, I will fight with you..."

The guard rushed up like crazy, and the fisherman retreated quickly, staggering, obviously panicked.

The guard looked even more frenzied, and punched him on the temple with all his strength.

Suddenly the fisherman's eyes became fierce again, he tilted his head to avoid the punch, and at the same time pulled out the needle in his arm, then used it as a weapon, and stabbed it out like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The next moment, the remaining guards covered their eyes and let out a shrill scream.

The moment the guard fell down, the power of the medicine suddenly exploded like a torrent, and the fisherman felt a soft feeling attacking him, and he almost couldn't even stand upright.

The agent of the CIA carefully kept a distance from the fisherman, and said with a smile: "I guessed correctly, you are really a great agent, I have caught a big fish."

While talking, he administered anesthesia to the screaming man, and then continued: "I heard from my predecessors that the older we are, the more valuable we are. Everyone is A great treasure.

Your country is really too inhumane to let you, an old man, do such a dangerous thing. "

The fisherman found that he suddenly had the desire to speak, so he hastily shut his mouth.

He rubbed the body of the guard with a broken neck next to him, found a knife, pulled it out without hesitation and wiped it on his own neck.

However, his hands and feet were weak now, and his speed was not fast, so he was stopped by this agent all at once.

He changed direction and wanted to assassinate the agent, but the next moment the knife was kicked to nowhere.

Although this is a civilian job, he still has basic combat strength. It is too easy to deal with him who has been hit by Veritaserum Potion.

The fisherman sat down quickly.

His consciousness began to blur, and the agent's voice was like the whisper of the devil, constantly pouring into his ears.

"What's the name of your organization?"

"How many of you are in New York?"

Every once in a while, the bewildered fisherman hears some question.

"How much information did you get from Stan."

"What is your purpose?"

A strong, crazy impulse tortured the fisherman constantly. He really wanted to shout and speak loudly, but his years of secret service life made him know that he must not open his mouth.

Once he speaks, it's over. In his current state, he doesn't know what he will say.

He didn't know how long he persisted, but he suddenly felt a cool feeling. He opened his eyes and found that his body was completely wet with sweat, and his clothes were still smoking.

It was because his body temperature was too high and the sweat on his body was evaporating.

He opened his mouth and found that his throat was extremely dry.

The agent in front of him looked at his watch and smiled happily as if he had found a treasure.

"It seems that you are more valuable than I thought." The CIA agent took out a handful of needles, seven or eight, and put them in front of the fisherman: "Anyway, Stan will not agree to me taking you away, and after I probably won't have the chance to interrogate you today.

So next time I will use two shots.

If two injections are not enough, then four... You can decide for yourself whether it is worth it or not. "

The fisherman showed a desperate expression.

This is called hitting the master to death with random punches.

In the eyes of the fisherman, this agent is a half-assed reckless man, but this kind of half-assed is often the deadliest.

He knew that he was doomed. The more Veritaserum was used, the better. Even just one dose might kill someone.

Not to mention two tubes...

In fact, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that under the action of a large dose of Veritaserum, he would reveal some important information, which would be a pity.

The agent first injected an injection into the living blind guard, and then slowly began to put another injection into the muzzle of the gun...

"This is your last chance, you..."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, followed by crackling and messy sounds.

The sound was so loud that both the fisherman and the agents of the CIA were alarmed and stopped involuntarily.

The CIA agent even stood up with a look of confusion.

But just as he stood up, the door of the utility room was suddenly kicked open, and then a silver steel figure rushed in, standing at the door and watching the situation in the room coldly.

The fisherman and the CIA agent looked at this man at the same time, and then the CIA agent raised his hand as quickly as possible, and pointed his gun at the fisherman, obviously he wanted to carry out his will.

The hand in the silver armor was raised, and the pulse wave exploded, and the gun in the agent's hand was directly blown away.

The agent immediately yelled: "Iron Man? Don't think that I don't know who you are if you change the color. I tell you that I am an agent of the CIA. This person is a prisoner of our CIA. I am performing official duties. If..."

The man inside the silver armor was Zhang Xin, and he knew that he was being bullied again when he saw the fisherman.

Zhang Xin was so angry that he didn't listen to this guy's nonsense at all. He directly tore down the door next to him, and then used the door as a fly swatter to slap the agent sideways.

"You, what are you doing, put the door down... ah..."

The door was slapped out, which first triggered a strong wind pressure, blowing up the agent's hair and clothes, and then the whole agent was shot out, hit the opposite wall, bounced back, and fell into the debris pile .

Although the injury was serious, almost to the point of bleeding from seven orifices, Zhang Xin found that this guy still had a breath of life.

Zhang Xin rushed into the debris pile, picked him up, and threw him on the clean ground at the door.

He raised the door panel high, and then slapped the agent hard, like slapping a cockroach with a slipper!
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(End of this chapter)