Profiler 3: Crime Ends

The elevator inside was still lit.But Jiao Yang really didn't dare to take the risk, so he came to the safe passage on the right.

The wooden staircase is very wide, but it is also extremely dilapidated. Many stair railings have been removed, and only some metal forks are left, and some of them are lying wide open.The metal handles have been corroded, and they look mottled.The ground is full of messy defecation, and the surrounding area is mixed with all kinds of filth, sourness, and even stench, which is disgusting.

He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

As soon as Jiao Yang walked to the middle of the stairs, he felt a strong wind howling. In the dim light, a black sharp blade with a circular arc stabbed straight at his neck.

In a blink of an eye, Jiao Yang twisted his body, dodged his neck, and a black arrow pierced through the wall without a sound.

The black trident tactical knife with a row of serrations stabbed straight at Shakov's right arm.

The serrated teeth of this tactical knife for bloodletting are very professional, as long as it is cut for him, the blood will flow like a stick.

Already feeling the cold wind blowing against his face, Shakov lifted his left hand upwards lightly like an ape to support Jiao Yang's right arm, and then punched his right fist hard to hit his heart.

"Sambo?"

Jiao Yang saw that Shakov used the fighting techniques commonly used by the special forces of the former Soviet Union, and it was too condescending for this guy to want to fight him with bare hands.

Jiao Yang sneered, punched Shakov's chest with his left hand, recovered a little strength with his right hand, and quickly went straight out, piercing his face.

"There are some brushes!"

Shakov punched Jiao Yang away fiercely, grabbed the dilapidated stairs, jumped up, hung on the stairs in the corridor on the second floor, and said: "Boy, are you from the Chinese special forces? Why are you helping me here?" M countryman works?"

"No. I just don't want to see someone use what they learned in the military to massacre civilians!"

Before Jiao Yang finished speaking, he turned his right leg and followed Shakov up the corridor on the second floor with his heel touching the stairs.

Without waiting for a complete stop, Jiao Yang directly kicked his leg, kicking his lower abdomen.

Relying on his stronger strength, Shakov raised his legs to meet him without hiding.

Jiao Yang didn't wait for his tricks to be exhausted, he slid half a step sideways with his left foot, and at the same time as his right foot landed, he slammed Shakov's head with his right elbow, followed by an even more vicious left elbow for an additional onslaught .

"You also know Sambo?"

Shakov couldn't help showing surprise in his eyes, he punched Jiao Yang's face with left and right fists, and while attracting his attention, kicked him sideways, "Who the hell are you?!"

Jiao Yang punched his head fiercely, "As you can see, he is just an ordinary Chinese."

The height of the two is about the same, but Shakov's weight is more than 30 pounds heavier than him.

The two of them went through more than a dozen strokes in an instant, and Jiao Yang felt that his lungs felt as if they had sunk into the bottom of the river in winter and sucked in a lot of cold air, and the pain was like needle pricks.

Shakov's Sangbo is certainly powerful, and his small grappling hand is not bad, but the difference in absolute strength still makes him feel that his physical strength is exhausted very quickly, and he quickly feels tired.

Jiao Yang swept and kicked sideways several times in a row, pushing Shakov back slightly, and took the opportunity to jump in front of the railing on one side, wanting to catch his breath.

"Did that posing Chinese bitch make you weak? Hahaha! Game?time?is?up!"

Usses's voice seemed a bit too thin, and he shouted pretending to be sexy: "Dear Chinese boy, welcome to the San Simeon Mountain Paradise Hotel. As you can see, this is the closest place to heaven. You have an hour Time to save your buddy, that useless black suit.

Rules are no rules...ah, I'm kidding!Given that you don't have guns and other advanced weapons, I wouldn't go to war.Your opponent is only Shakov himself.During this hour, if you can save him, the two of us will let you go together.Of course, if you are unlucky and killed by Shakov, that black suit will go to heaven with you! "

Before Usses finished speaking, Shakov suddenly opened a door and got in.

There was an instant silence all around.

According to Jusses just now, he now has an hour to save Kevin. Before that, he has to bear the sharp knife and fist of a veteran who is proficient in fighting skills, and the cold gun of a master shooter who may come at any time , find Kevin first.

Each of the rooms here looks different, yet they seem to be very similar.

The first floor and the second floor are very ordinary.Looking up, it seems a little more luxurious.

Jiao Yang suddenly thought of a question, Jusses spoke so loudly, if Kevin was really here and conscious, he should have greeted him long ago, right?So now, is Kevin in a coma, or is he not in this desolate hotel at all and this is just a trap?Or, in fact, Kevin is already dead...

But in any case, he had to gamble, otherwise he wouldn't need to follow in.

I don't know how Shakov and the others asked him to find Kevin. Do he still need to answer the question to decrypt it?This doesn't seem to be his forte.

What's more frightening is that this hotel is haunted by many people.He didn't think there was really a ghost, but maybe there would be some agencies ambush inside.

Jiao Yang suddenly felt that he was a little funny again. This hotel only has 9 floors, and it seems that there are only about 20 rooms on each floor.An hour is enough for him to run up and down several times, it seems that there is no need to be so entangled.

Jiao Yang started from the second floor, kicking open the doors of each room, one by one to see if there was anyone inside.

A plain white room that appears to have not been opened in years.Maybe it was because of too much physical exertion, he kicked up, but he didn't kick it away.

Jiao Yang took a breath, took out the trident tactical knife, and prepared to destroy the door lock.

Suddenly he smelled a puff of smoke, he dodged and hid behind another door.

A handful of sand was blown over, and behind the dust was a terrifying Alaskan whaling knife.

Hearing the sound of "dang clang", Jiao Yang went forward with the trident in his hand without any time to think.

The moment the two black sharp knives collided head-on, Jiao Yang relied on a more brisk and flexible skill, flashed his left hand, and a pistol pierced Shakov's right arm.

"what!"

This professional three-sided bloodletting assassination tool instantly seemed to pierce an open coconut shell, and blood spurted wildly for a while, and Shakov staggered back clutching the wound.

A long hemp rope suddenly swung over, hooked Jiao Yang's ankle, and pulled back violently.

Jiao Yang fell down unconsciously, and the black Alaskan whaling knife followed him like a shadow, piercing his throat.

With a flick of Jiao Yang's right hand, the trident broke the hemp rope, and at the same time, the whaling knife had reached his neck.

The skin of his neck even trembled from the cold light approaching.

At this time, Jiao Yang was sitting on the ground with a solid wall behind him, and it was almost impossible to dodge again.

With a flick of his left hand, two cold lights on his chest, one on the left and one on the left, pierced directly into Shakov's eyes.

Compared with Jiao Yang, dexterity is not Shakov's characteristic.

He leaned back in embarrassment, barely avoiding the danger of Mitsubishi piercing his body.

Just make two "duh" sounds, and the Mitsubishi stabs at the handle of the escalator at the back.

In order to get out of trouble, Jiao Yang was forced to lose his last weapon for self-defense.

The moment Jiao Yang lay on his back, he yanked the hemp rope, and the person on the other end was pulled out from the exit of the safety passage. To his surprise, the person on the other end of the hemp rope was not Yoshi Adams, but a haggard woman.

"Yujani!"

When Shakov saw it, his face turned pale with fright, and he rushed forward with his injured right hand, ignoring the profusion of blood.

However, Jiao Yang was one step faster than him.

Jiao Yang shook his left hand and took two steps forward. Before the woman's body hit him, he turned his wrist and the hemp rope was wrapped around Yujiani's neck.

Jiao Yang then sent the dagger in his right hand across Yujiani's neck.

"You Chinese bastard!"

Shakov roared angrily: "You actually grab a woman as your shield, let her go!"

"If i remember correctly."

Jiao Yang said coldly: "There was a mounted policeman who tripped over a long rope, and then you wiped his neck. Is it her? You answer me, not as the police thought, there were two murderers, but three PERSON! You didn't just use her car, but like Kevin, she was actually a bait to lure those people over, or put your red flag in their pocket. Didn't she also participate in you actions?!"

Shakov pressed the wound with one hand, quickly tore off a piece of the skirt, wrapped it around his upper arm and said, "You are just making excuses for your cowardice and incompetence!"

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

Yujiani struggled hard, trying to elbow Jiao Yang's abdomen.

Jiao Yang is now under attack from both sides, so he dare not be careless.He reached out and squeezed Yujiani's wrist.

Yujiani almost fainted from the pain, "What did you do to me? You devil!"

"Don't move."

Jiao Yang pressed the black blade to her neck, "Ma'am, you are a suspect now, life and death are at stake, and I am not as gentlemanly and elegant as you imagined."

Jiao Yang looked at Shakov and said, "I know, she is Usses' sister, and I also know that she is your former lover. If you don't want her to die in front of you, bring Kevin, that is, the CBI to exchange !"

Shakov roared angrily: "Don't think about it, let her go quickly, or I will let you go to heaven with that black suit!"

"Yes, but this woman will also be buried with her."

Jiao Yang gently raised the blade upright, and there was a silver arc on the outermost layer of the black blade, which immediately seeped into Yujiani's neck slightly, and blood gushed out continuously.

Jiao Yang suddenly felt the wind whistling above his head, and moved Yujiani to the side with his left hand.

Usses jumped down from the sixth floor, grabbing a long hemp rope, and stabbed Jiao Yang's head with the commander's tactical knife like thunder.