Through the gaps in the foliage, Fred saw Dewey, and instead of taking out his pistol, he reached out and pulled out the dagger at his waist.

Yes, guns were the fastest way to deal with the enemy, but Dewey's vital points were all protected by body armor and steel helmets, and Fred couldn't kill him with a single hit.

The Kevlar body armor worn by Dewey is to absorb the kinetic energy of the bullet through the deformation of bulletproof fibers, so as to play the role of cushioning and bulletproof, but it cannot prevent the dagger from cutting, and the second mule is because of Fred's throwing knife.

The most important thing is that in such a situation where the enemy is outnumbered, it is more dangerous to delay a little more.

As soon as Dewey walked directly underneath him, Fred suddenly jumped down from the tree, waved the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it straight into Dewey's vest.

The foliage rattled with his body, but Fred didn't care, and it was intentional for him.

Normally, when people hear an abnormal noise behind them, they will subconsciously turn their heads to check, and well-trained fighters will turn around and shoot at the first time when they are nervous.

But don't forget, turning, aiming, shooting, even in one go, it takes time, and that's enough time for Fred to stab the dagger into the enemy's body.

However, what Fred didn't expect was that Dewey didn't follow the routine, he didn't turn around and shoot, but pounced forward.

Dewey was not as relaxed as he appeared, in fact, he was always on guard against attacks from behind, and he had already planned various plans in his mind.

Hearing the sound of branches and leaves, he knew that Fred had attacked from the front, and he knew that it was useless to turn around and fight back now, so he quickly threw himself forward, which was the most correct way to respond.

As soon as he fell to the ground, his body rolled to the side, and the assault rifle was aimed behind him.

Fred's dagger stabbed into the air, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised by Dewey's reaction, but he didn't mess up.

Seeing Dewey's muzzle pointed at him, his body flashed to the side, and then he also fell to the ground, waving his dagger in his hand and stabbing straight towards Dewey on the ground.

Seeing that Fred had dodged, Dewey did not shoot, but raised his gun to meet the falling dagger, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Fred again while parrying.

Worthy of being in charge of a team of Philip's army, Fred's reaction was extremely fast, his wrist suddenly flipped over, the dagger changed direction, and an arc was cut in the air, from a downward stab to a pick, just picking Dewey's barrel.

He lifted it so hard that Dewey's muzzle lost its direction, and Dewey's bullets flew past him, but none of them hit Fred.

First round, a draw!

Fred was not satisfied with this result, and the dagger slashed down against the barrel of the gun, slashing at Dewey's hand.

Dewey raised his right hand upward, the barrel of the gun separated from the dagger, and his left hand flipped and buckled towards Fred's wrist.

Fred flicked his wrist, and the dagger changed direction again, and if Dewey didn't stop, he would only end up and be beheaded by his dagger.

Dewey could only withdraw his left hand, but the rifle in his right hand followed.

Fred was already using his old moves at the moment, and it was too late to use the dagger to block, but his left hand was pressed under him because of his posture, and he was also unable to disarm Dewey's gun.

However, it does not mean that Fred is helpless because of this, although he cannot spare his hands, but for mercenaries, hands are not the only ones.

Fred kicked a sharp kick right at Dewey's gun.

Dewey only held the gun in one hand, so naturally he couldn't be as strong as his hands, and Fred's kick was extremely forceful

Big, assault rifles come out of their hands.

However, Dewey followed up with a kick that went straight to Fred's lower body. If this kick is kicked, Fred will definitely be broken on the spot, and he will lose his combat effectiveness.

Fred didn't have time to drop his leg anymore, so he immediately turned his leg to the side, spun his body with the strength of the leg turn, and the other leg popped out and crossed the leg with Dewey.

The legs collided, and both of them grinned, and neither of them took advantage.

In the second round, draw again!

This time the leg pair also distanced the two, and they turned over together despite the pain from their legs.

The next moment, the two pulled out their pistols at the same time, turned around at the same time, and pointed their guns at each other, as if they had been comrades in arms for many years.

The two looked at each other, but neither of them fired, because there was only one result of shooting, and that was to lose both, and neither Dewey nor Fred would accept it.

"Good skills." Fred's tone was appreciative, but the force exerted by his fingers on the trigger did not diminish at all, and he was always assured that the bullet could be fired in the next second.

"Each other, each other." Dewey replied with a sneer, also maintaining a high level of nervousness.

"You can call your comrades, as long as they come, I'm dead."

Fred actually gave Dewey an unfavorable proposal, but Dewey did not take it.

"There's no need for this, it's enough for you and me alone, but you can call a few more people, if there are other people in the Philip Army."

Dewey was not arrogant, and Fred was not kind, but to call someone else, he had to press the communicator.

Now in the situation of the two, if anyone is distracted, who will be the first to die.

Seeing that his trick was discovered, Fred laughed dryly and said, "It looks like you're confident, why don't we have a real battle between men?" ”

"What is a battle between real men?" Dewey asked.

"I don't even know this, it seems that you are really a rookie," Fred sneered, and then continued, "The real battle between men naturally depends on our own strength, without the help of any external force. ”

Although Dewey's appearance could not be seen clearly in the dark, it could be heard from the voice that he should not be very old.

Fred knew that the other members of the Hidden Dragons could arrive at any time, and he didn't want to delay it too long, so he thought of this solution.

He believed that the young hidden dragon in front of him would definitely accept his proposal, because the confrontation between pure forces had an irresistible temptation for the young man.

Fred is more convinced that with his level of martial arts, this young boy is definitely not able to shoulder, as long as he agrees, he will definitely be able to kill him in the shortest possible time.

He threw the dagger to the ground and said, "As a sign of sincerity, I will drop the dagger first, and then we will put the gun down together." How about it, dare not? ”

As he expected, Dewey really agreed: "Sounds good, then let's have a real battle between men." ”

"Very well, I'll count one, two, three, let's get the magazine out together." Fred said.

"Yes."

"One, two, three!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them pressed the magazine release button at the same time, and the magazine fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Very well, then let's turn off the insurance." Fred said.

Although the magazine was withdrawn, but

There was still a bullet in the chamber, and Dewey and Fred turned off the safety of their pistols at the same time, and now their guns were useless.

"Here, put the gun on the ground, and this time you count." Fred said.

"No problem," Dewey chuckled softly, "......"

The two of them were counting Dewey's counts, bending down at the same time, lowering their pistols to the ground, and when he counted to three, he released his hands at the same time.

"Hehe, let's start then, let's have a real battle between men."

Fred clasped his hands in front of his chest, his footsteps jumped gently, hooked his fingers at Dewey, and said, "Come on, I'll send you to the emperor." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward, a swift straight punch slamming into Dewey's face.

Dewey flashed to the side, parrying with his left hand and striking Fred in the left rib with his right hand.

Fred's punch seemed to be swift, but it was actually a false move, the punch went out quickly, and the retraction was faster, and the body did not stop the momentum because of this punch.

He blocked down with his left hand, blocking Dewey's punch, and his right hand struck again, this time with an uppercut.

Dewey's left arm quickly went down, followed by a whip leg from his right leg.

Both of them are masters of martial arts, you and I fought together, and each attacked more than a dozen moves, and no one took advantage.

Although he had already estimated the combat effectiveness of the hidden dragon, Fred did not expect that Dewey would be so good that he could compete with him.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He originally wanted to get rid of Dewey as soon as possible, but he didn't expect to delay it longer, and if he delayed any longer, I was afraid that others would be attracted to him.

"No, we have to deal with him quickly."

Fred took a few steps back with Dewey, and suddenly reached out and touched his lower back, pulling out another pistol.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

But the bullet didn't hit Dewey, and Fred fell to the ground.

It turned out that Fred's movements did not escape Dewey's eyes, and as soon as he raised the gun, Dewey's body fell backwards violently, but the momentum of his body did not stop, and he shoveled towards Fred.

Fred hurriedly twisted the pistol, but Dewey swept over and kicked him in the wrist, and the pistol came out of his hand.

The same scene was played again, but the difference was that it was Dewey who was kicked the gun again, and this time it was Fred.

But unlike this time, Dewey had the wind this time, and his two legs pressed down on Fred's legs and right hand.

Fred swung his only free left fist and slammed it towards Dewey's leg, trying to break away from Dewey's suppression.

But at this moment, Dewey slammed his lower back, sat up, clasped his fists together, and slammed Fred's left rib hard.

The left rib was one of the key points, and Fred swung it out again in order to break free of his left fist, which just exposed the left rib and was smashed by Dewey.

Click!

Fred heard a small sound on his left side, followed by a sharp pain.

Although he has undergone professional anti-strike training, his eyes are still black in pain, and his left hand has lost its power.

Dewey succeeded in one move, and showed no mercy, raising his hand again to slash down with his palm, but this time the target was Fred's left neck.

Fred was plunged into darkness.