Alsim could have imagined what this madman had just done to himself.
No matter how unexpected it was, no matter how unexpected it was, anyone could have guessed what was being punched into the neck with his own hands at this time. It definitely couldn't have been some kind of sugar water or iced black tea.
The transparent colorless liquid in the syringe is definitely inseparable from the bastard's current excitement and crazy eyes.
Alsim does not regret what he said about "not stopping his opponent just now." It is true that this bastard is extremely cruel and has no bottom line. The only outcome left for him is death. This is true.
But Alsim, who had his own difficulties in his heart, understood very clearly that if he could kill this bastard with his own hands, it would undoubtedly be the best explanation for him.
Any enemy can use a gun to solve the battle, but only him.
Only for this guy, Alsim desperately hoped to get the bastard's head alive and finish it with his own hands. The old and new grudges would be settled with interest, and killing him with a bullet would only be an advantage.
The blood flowing down the trouser legs continued to drip. The thing injected into the body obviously did not have the function of stopping bleeding.
But there is no doubt that Alsim is convinced that this madman is completely different from his previous state.
The blood circulation accelerated due to the fierce fighting, and the thing injected into the neck was carried throughout the body in a short period of time.
The "drug effect speed" visible to the naked eye almost erased all the pain, cut off the pain nerves, the bloodshot eyes in the eyes became more densely covered, and the mouth was opened wide with a hysterical expression, like a hungry animal that had just been released from the cage.
He was breathing heavily like a ferocious beast.
"Drink-ha-drink-ah-"
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Alsim, who was putting on a posture, knew that the final moment was approaching. He had seen with his own eyes how crazy the ordinary SS soldiers downstairs were after taking drugs. He knew with his mind what the bastard in front of him would become next.
What will become.
"Are you ready? I'm coming!"
!!!
Click——
The legs soaked in blood were like cannonballs fired by propellant, running wildly at a speed far exceeding that of the previous encounter.
From top to bottom, the heavy knife slashing diagonally upward from left to right became more powerful and heavier. Even though Alsim had already set up his posture, he was steadily parrying with the blade against the blade. The powerful impact accompanied by the violent burst of sparks was still
Let Alsim retreat continuously.
"asshole!"
"What's wrong!? Show your true ability! Now it's really a matter of life and death!"
Bang——
He slashed with a backhand and was barely able to block and parry. The straight-line surge in strength was very obvious, as if he were on a rocket. Alsim, who was still not at a disadvantage, finally understood what this meant after these two short exchanges.
what's going on.
What was in the syringe was not a "superhuman drug", nor was it a strengthening potion that could tap potential and raise the upper limit.
Heisenberg now feels almost exactly the same as when he first fought against him. At that time, he was full of energy and energy, and there was no bleeding or injury in his body. However, the thing he had just penetrated into his body only made him instantly
I've regained this state, that's all.
The price is his life, a life that is burning away at an accelerated rate.
Things that essentially have no hemostatic effect can neither repair injuries nor stop bleeding. More intense close combat will only accelerate blood circulation and tear the wound, causing further accelerated blood loss.
Click——
Snap——
The blades continued to collide violently, sputtering out dazzling and hot sparks.
The movements of attack and defense never stopped, and he was constantly following each move and every movement of his opponent. Alsim already knew what he should do.
In the Siberian forest very far away from Berlin, Alsim, who carried a hunting gun and a hunting knife at his waist, received a "hunting truth" from his father since he was a boy.
"The more ferocious the beast, the less likely it is to fight head-on with it. Don't always expect to kill it instantly with one fatal blow."
"Injure it, make it bleed, and make it move as hard as you can. The more ferocious and crazy the beast is, the faster it will die. Use your brain to make a plan to your advantage. Beasts are hysterical lunatics but you are not. The best for hunting.
The weapon is not the knife or gun in your hand, but your brain."
Pfft——
The sound of the blade cutting into my thigh filled my ears.
Wow——
The sound of the hunting knife tearing through muscles and tense arms echoed in my ears.
An unprecedented madness, and a moment of calmness.
Under the influence of the powerful madness, the beast-like Heisenberg almost lost his mind and waved the powerful and heavy knife in his hand with all his strength, with deadly moves. Any knife that could hit the vital point would be fatal.
It can cut flesh and bones and kill any enemy on the spot, even the "Slavic Superman" is no exception.
Alsim, who always remained calm and rational, dodged and parried the heavy and deadly blade with one move after another, and launched a counterattack amidst the block and rebound.
If you can hit, you will hit, if you don't hit, you will retreat, never linger and never be greedy for the knife.
There have been more than a dozen rounds where the blades collided, but there has never been a single active attack.
Concentrating all his attention, spirit and strength on the anti-flash counterattack, Alsim, who had reached this point in the battle, still held the hunting knife tightly with full concentration, and the mist-like cold blade was already soaked with blood.
"come!!!"
"You can't kill me! I'm the same kind! Now I understand everything! I'm here just to take your life! You will definitely die!"
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There is no need to respond to the dying person.
Until the blade once again cut through the biceps on his arm, he was keenly aware that his opponent's movements were visibly slowing down. Alsim, knowing that the time had come, seized the opportunity, and fell with the knife, followed by a
Kick hard on the side of the foot.
The broken body, which was covered with wounds all over the body and had been in a frenzied attack, could not withstand it. The lower abdomen, which had lost the protection of the bulletproof steel plate, was kicked hard by this solid kick. On the spot, the blood-soaked body was driven towards
Then it flew out.
"Pfft——"
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Looking at the bastard who was kicked several meters away by him and rolled to the ground again, but still thinking about forcing his body to stand up again, Alsim, who was holding a knife in his hand, had nothing to say and became even colder.
When it reached its extreme, there was no need to say anything and he took the bloody blade in his hand and walked forward.
"You're finally going to take action and it's over like this?"
The final end is only a few steps away, and it seems that everything will end here and come to an end.
But the lunatic, who was bleeding from open wounds all over his body, was still not ready to give up even after reaching this point.
Grasping the final distance, he suddenly unleashed his sweeping kick, knocking over the pile of wooden boards leaning against the wall with one blow.
One could guess that a perverted demon with such madness would have no reason to give up and wait for death at least until he was fatally injured. Alsim, who had quick reactions and movements, flew to dodge in the blink of an eye, leaned back to evade and raised the gun in his hand.
With the hunting knife, he swatted away the pile of wooden planks coming towards him, preparing to block another onslaught that was expected to come.
Even though Alsim saw every move of his opponent and guessed every move as if he were facing an open book, he was the only one who did not expect the next scene.
That sokka thing actually fucking ran away! When the board fell down to restrain him, he jumped up like a frightened rabbit and ran away.
"Damn it Sokka!"
He pulled out the sawed-off spray gun from his waist, raised his hand and immediately pulled the trigger, but in the end he was a little too late.
The powerful Magnum rifle bullet shattered the wall at the corner of the corridor with one blow, and debris flew everywhere, but it failed to catch up with the drugged madman's desperate running footsteps, leaving behind a series of running footsteps like a typewriter.
Echoing Corridor.
At this point, Alsim, who had no reason to give up, said nothing, picked up the short spray and hunting knife in his hands, and started chasing with dual weapons.
The narrow corridors with twists and turns made Alsim, who was following his footsteps, want to scold him. Who knows what the hell your German designer was planning to build this broken building into like a maze? Fortunately, the ground floor
The continuous dripping of blood on the body and the sound of footsteps in front did not make it lose track of the target.
Alsim, who was running wildly like he was chasing seriously injured prey in the forest when he was young, swore that he would kill this bastard with his own hands today and not stop until death.
He ran all the way until he didn't know how many turns he had passed and how many seconds had passed when a voice that Alsim was very familiar with suddenly came from the top of his head.