Chapter 23: The Sneak Attacker

  Ignoring the shouting and cursing behind him, Zhao Ziyang caught up with An Qi'er in one breath and walked shoulder to shoulder with him.

  At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the desert town's unique sandstorm was rising, vaguely sprinkling over the two people. There were still several hours before the night curfew, but the streets in the distance were already empty of people, whether they were residents or travelers, no one wanted to stir up any unnecessary trouble.

  "Angel, here." Zhao Ziyang took out a piece of Arabic headscarf and handed it to Angel.

  "It's fine." Angie declined Zhao Ziyang's kindness and took a deep sniff, feeling the dryness mixed with fine sand.

  Arab was put away, Zhao Ziyang followed Angie out of the mercenary camp, standing in front of the gate, looking at the dim streetlights in the distance and the scattered American troops on the streets.

  "What's going on between you and Ling Hu?" Anqi broke the silence between them.

  This sentence made Zhao Ziyang a bit dizzy, what could he have to do with Ling Hu, they were teammates after all. If there was anything special, it was that Ling Hu had insisted on saving him back then, and the relationship between him and Ling Hu was relatively good, and there seemed to be nothing between them.

  "I have nothing to do with Ling Hu." Zhao Ziyang said honestly to An Qi'er: "Oh, right, last time Ling Hu bought me a watch."

  "Does the watch look good?" Angie's voice was cold with a hint of eeriness.

  "It's okay." Zhao Ziyang nodded and smiled on his face.

  The last time Ling Hu ran back to his home in Switzerland, he gave him an expensive Omega watch as a gift. The watch was given with great significance, and accepting the watch meant that Ling Hu had to draw blood from him several more times. Zhao Zi Yang readily accepted it anyway, after all, he was just Ling Hu's little white mouse, and she could always find ways to pester him into giving blood.

  "How long have you been with the sleeper?" Angel continued to ask Zhao Ziyang.

  。

  "More than three months, almost four." Zhao Ziyang blurted out the time.

  Angel turned her head, a pair of clear blue eyes staring at Zhao Ziyang.

  "Perhaps you've been here for a short time, and there are some things in the mercenary world that you're not yet aware of." An Qi'er spoke to Zhao Zi Yang in a rare soft and gentle tone: "Mercenaries don't have romance, nor do they need it. Can you understand?"

  Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard this sentence. He never thought that An Qi'er would say such a thing. Heaven and earth can testify, he and Ling Hu were absolutely clean and pure, without any hint of romantic feelings between them, only a very pure and innocent teammate relationship.

  "Angel, I swear nothing happened between me and Ling Hu, you have to believe me." Zhao Ziyang explained with a smile.

  But he saw a thick distrust in Angel's azure eyes.

  "You don't need to explain anything to me, whatever it is that's going on is your own business, I'm just reminding you as an instructor."

  "I really didn't..." Zhao Ziyang hastily explained to An Qi'er, wanting to make her believe him. His mind quickly filtered through all his teammates, trying to figure out which idiot had randomly blabbed.

  The little lover is absolutely something Angel can't say directly, there must be someone gossiping behind her back.

  "That's your business." Angel gave Zhao Ziyang a deep look, turned around and walked two steps forward, then turned back and said: "Zhao Ziyang, remember this, you are mine..."

  "Watch out!" A loud shout burst from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, he flashed to An Qi'er and hugged her heavily, knocking her to the ground.

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." A burst of breaking wind sound arrived, and in the dim black curtain, several dark and shiny black blades flashed by, shooting straight towards where Angela had just stood.

  Enemy attack, hidden weapon!

  A dark figure emerged from the side and swung a knife at Zhao Ziyang's back as he fell to the ground.

  Anqi'er, who was pinned down by Zhao Ziyang, shot out a cold light from her eyes, and a black light shot out from her right hand, stabbing towards the long knife that was swinging down.

  A loud "clang" sound, two knives collided, and a spark flew out.

  。

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Ziyang immediately rolled over from the ground and drew out the military knife at his waist to pounce on the sneak attacker.

  "Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air rang out, as the opponent's long knife flashed towards Zhao Ziyang like lightning.

  The blade is as white as snow, its sharp edge fully exposed.

  Facing the lightning-fast movements of the sneak attacker, Zhao Ziyang did not retreat but instead charged forward, suddenly dashing towards the opponent's chest and swinging his military knife towards the opponent's neck. He was using a two-lose-all strategy, completely disregarding the possibility of being struck himself, only seeking to deliver a fatal blow.

  At the same time, Angel pulled out a pencil used for drawing and stabbed it at the attacker.

  A faint "hiss" sound, the originally normal pencil suddenly inflated by dozens of centimeters, with the middle lead core transforming into a sharp lead needle, presenting a thick and lustrous blackness under the dim light.

  "Huh?" The ambusher let out a surprised voice, his body violently retreating, dodging Zhao Ziyang and An Qi'er's attacks.

  It was in this astonished voice that Zhao Ziyang and An Qi'er simultaneously heard that it was a woman's voice, immediately determining that the sneak attacker was a woman.

  A burst of breaking wind sounded, and a black board-like object rotated towards Angie.

  Seeing the incoming thing, Angel's eyes were wide with excitement, filled with a desire for battle.

  "Get out!" Angie pushed Zhao Ziyang away, dived forward, stretched out her left hand to pinch a corner of the black shadow, quickly rotated along with it, and controlled the black shadow in her hand.

  This is a drawing board, a must-have for sketching.

  "Whoosh", Angie, pinching the drawing board, threw it at the attacker and followed with her body rushing towards the attacker at a speed no less than that of the flying drawing board, her right hand's pencil stabbing at the attacker.

  "Hu", the sound of clothes fluttering, a sneak attacker flipped in mid-air to avoid the returned painting board, and stretched out a long knife to slash at An Qi'er's hand holding the pencil.

  The pencil was stabbed by a long knife and chopped heavily, but it wasn't cut off. It was only bent down by gravity as a whole, forming an ellipse.

  When this force pushed the pencil lead to its lowest point, the pencil lead began to rebound strongly.

  。

  Wave!

  A residual shadow tore through the air and shot towards the sneak attacker.

  It seemed that no one had expected the pencil in Angel's hand to be so flexible, and the attacker immediately dodged deeply, while her dodging action was exactly the same as a sparrow turning over.

  "Hiss", the tip of the pencil scratched through the clothes of the sneak attacker.

  As she landed, the attacker stabbed a knife straight at Angel's chest, her action was exactly like traditional Chinese Kung Fu. Moreover, Zhao Zi Yang clearly saw the knife in her hand, it was a traditional martial arts knife, with a wide blade and narrow handle, and there was a red cloth tied to the handle.

  Before Zhao Ziyang could finish his astonishment, a flash of knife light dazzled, and the sneak attacker actually used pure Chinese kung fu, but it was unknown what knife method was being used.

  "Halt!" Zhao Ziyang instinctively called out to stop, the reasons for stopping were firstly because the sneak attacker was a woman, and secondly because the sneak attacker seemed to be Chinese.

  "Women fight, men don't interfere!" A crisp and clear Mandarin phrase came out of the attacker's mouth, forcing Zhao Ziyang to retreat.

  Anqi'er was even more straightforward, directly taking off her own coat and throwing it at Zhao Ziyang, wearing a tight-fitting vest to charge towards the sneak attacker.

  Holding An Qi'er's jacket, Zhao Zi Yang was stunned and a bit foolishly unsure of whether to help or not.

  With a soft whoosh, Angel pulled out a thin silk thread from her waistband and threw away the pencil in her hand, wrapping it around the martial arts knife that was slashing towards her.

  One circle, two circles...

  Anqi'er used her feet as the axis, and with a flash of lightning, she wrapped the martial arts knife tightly with silk threads, and then immediately retreated violently.

  A white light rose up, and the silk thread suddenly burst into flames. At the same time, the dagger in the attacker's hand broke into segments.

  The sneak attacker threw the half-tipped knife heavily to the ground, and with both hands, he pulled out a pair of large brushes from his waist. No, not large brushes, but a pair of steel-made judge's pens.

  In an instant, the thief's short blade techniques of "chuan", "dian", "tiao", "ci" and "chuai" were all used on Angel, with movements as swift as a cloud flowing in the water, creating a beautiful feeling after witnessing it.

  。

  Angel, who was attacked in such a way, could only step back one by one, but no matter how she retreated, she couldn't shake off the pair of judge's pens in the sneak attacker's hands, and the situation was extremely precarious.

  "Halt!" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly, fearing that An Qi'er would get hurt. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large-caliber Desert Eagle pistol, pointing it at the sneak attacker.

  A dark shadow flashed over, and the attacker flipped the judge's pen with one hand, a copper coin shooting towards Zhao Ziyang's pistol.

  With a "crack", Zhao Ziyang, who had just pulled out his pistol, was hit by the coin and his wrist went numb, causing the Desert Eagle to drop to the ground.

  It was another hidden weapon, and Zhao Ziyang's heart was greatly shocked. He couldn't think of how the person in front of him could still possess such a high level of proficiency in hidden weapons.

  In a flash, Angel was forced to retreat more than ten steps. Due to dodging the opponent's relentless attacks, her breathing became particularly urgent, and her full chest heaved rapidly, but her left hand remained behind her waist, as if brewing a powerful strike.

  "Hmm, little girl, not bad figure, shall we have some fun?" The sneak attacker who had cornered Angel made a teasing sound, and a pair of judge's pens pointed at Angel's twin peaks.

  Angela, who had been bullied so much, was furious. A pair of blue eyes revealed a murderous aura. Her left hand, which had been placed on her back waist, suddenly stretched out, with four pieces of modeling clay clutched between her fingers. With a slight force on her wrist, the modeling clay flew towards the sneak attacker.

  Seeing the incoming rubber mud, the sneak attacker was shocked and immediately retreated hastily.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Four loud explosions sounded, the thrown rubber mud exploded, blasting the sneak attacker into a very sorry state.

  Angel, with her quick reflexes, immediately rushed forward and grabbed the attacker's right wrist, forcing them to drop the judge's pen. She then wrapped herself around the opponent, using her legs to kick high into the air, wrapping her feet around the opponent's neck, and using her waist strength to throw the opponent to the ground. With both hands, she bent back the opponent's arms, and with her legs, she firmly restrained the opponent.

  This is a typical judo move, only Zhao Ziyang has never seen anyone as elegant and free-spirited as An Qi'er.

  Just as Angel was about to gain complete control, her pupils suddenly contracted into pinholes: the attacker flashed a smile at her, revealing several black conical projectiles.