The moment he turned, I got up with a body of blood, let out a beastly roar, swooped down and strangled him from behind, and threw him to the ground like a thug fighting, my legs clamping his waist around him, and he struggled desperately but to no avail.

I've been beaten all the time, just to store my stamina and deliver the final blow, don't look at this guy as a killer, but he has too little battlefield experience, and in the face of a desperate person, only killing him can be considered truly safe.

"Remember, never turn your back on your enemies." I whispered in his ear.

"Ahh He howled and struggled desperately, his legs kept kicking, his face was flushed, and he was about to die, but I couldn't kill him, or Shiebel would be stabbed again, and just as he was about to be strangled, I relaxed my strength, let him take a breath, and then quickly exerted my strength to make sure he didn't break free.

Five minutes were up, I let go of my arm and lay on the ground with a thud, hehe, I looked at my hand with a miserable laugh, and saved another finger.

But I don't have the strength to fight anymore, the counterattack just now has exhausted all my strength, this time it's really not good, I don't know if I can withstand the last person's five-minute violent beating, as long as I survive five minutes without dying, I won, at most one more finger will be broken.

"How's that Assassin, do you think my game is exciting right now?" Frans asked, crouching down in front of me and patting me on the face.

"Exciting, I've never felt so good." I replied weakly, desperately squeezing out a little smile, in fact, this pain did not matter, compared to the prisoner of war training, it was just that the excessive bleeding made me lose the ability to resist, but it was impossible to make me succumb.

"Don't think you can survive the last five minutes, I'll kill you at the last second, and then let my group of men take that woman to death in turn, imagine that picture, don't you think my idea is great?"

Frans's words made my heart chill, if this was the case, it would be better to die with Shiebel before, I thought he would kill me in the last game, but I still wanted to gamble, this gamble with low odds was still lost.

But the result was too miserable, and I struggled to look up at Shibbel, who was hazy with tears but not as desperate as I was, and just smiled at me, as if to comfort me and say that everything would pass.

The last guy walked over, and he still had a knife in his hand, and it looked like he wanted to kill me and end the game, and I was naïve enough to wait for someone to come and beat me, and I wanted to survive five minutes, which was a bit silly in retrospect.

With a faint smile, I closed my eyes, anyway, I didn't plan to get out alive, but it was a bit of a pity that I couldn't save Shibbel, who would have thought that I would meet a madman, and people with a little brain would not dare to touch Shibbel, the flame of revenge from Sicily will soon burn to New York, I'm afraid that without Caesar's action, the Colombo family will not be left behind.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he came to a stop beside me, and I could even feel his blade slowly raised, and death was finally on me.

It was a terrible feeling to wait, and after half a ring, the guy's knife never fell, and I tried to open my eyes, only to find the guy standing there straight, his eyes wide open, his eyes bulging out, his mouth wide open, and his face hideous but motionless.

A moment later, the body fell to the ground with a bang, and it died straight.

"Who? What people, get out of here! A group of people on the side raised their guns to look around, but there was not even a ghost shadow.

"Don't worry about so much, kill them first!" Frans yelled as he ducked behind the bodyguard.

As soon as the words fell, a group of people pointed their guns at us, and were just about to shoot, only to hear several screams in a row around, four or five people flew out and smashed down a piece, and then a flash shock bomb exploded in the middle of the crowd, with a loud bang, the intense white light was instantly released, and there was a scream around, everyone was shocked to the ground, blind in both eyes, deaf in both ears, dizzy for a while, and their heads buzzed.

At this moment, I felt someone pick me up, I don't know who it is, I don't know what I'm going to do, it's better than death anyway.

By the time I recovered from the effects of the flashbang, I was already lying in the car, and I slowly opened my eyes to see a face full of concern.

"Am I alive?" I asked a very idiotic question.

"I wish you were dead, and there wouldn't be so much trouble when you die." It wasn't the face that I saw, but another familiar voice, so familiar that I knew who she was with a snort.

"It's good to hear you again!" I smiled bitterly.

"What a disgrace to Caesar for your virtue!" Pandora reprimanded me expressionlessly.

"Then why are you still saving me?" My voice grew weaker and weaker.

"It's not me who saved you, so I'm less sentimental." Pandora said lightly.

"That'......" I said halfway through when I felt a sweetness in my throat and a mouthful of blood came back.

"Don't say it, please don't say it, his blood is running dry." Holding my head, Shiebel pleaded with Pandora, "Hurry up, he's dying." ”

"Don't worry, this little injury won't kill him." Pandora said this, but unconsciously sped up.

As I lay on Hibel's lap, I faintly heard a man's voice, I didn't hear what he said, I just felt that the voice had been through vicissitudes and déjà vu, and then I slowly lost consciousness and didn't know anything.

When I woke up, it was in a luxurious room, with a lot of gauze wrapped around my body, and there were drips hanging next to it, and the lights were on in the room, and it was late at night outside.

Shiebel fell asleep on the edge of the bed, there was no one else in the room, I don't know where Pandora had gone, and the man I knew so well, I couldn't remember who the voice was.

I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but as soon as I sat up, Shibel woke up, she looked up at me, and suddenly showed a look of surprise, and said, "You're finally awake, are you okay?" Is there anything wrong with it? ”

"Aside from the urgency to urinate, it feels pretty good!" I habitually clenched my fists, but I felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing.

When I raised my hand to look at it, I suddenly remembered that I was missing a finger, and I was stunned for a moment when I looked at the severed finger, and when Shibel saw my expression, he lowered his head with a gloomy face and whispered: "I'm sorry!" ”

"Huh?" I didn't pay attention for a moment and asked, "What did you say?" ”

"It's all my fault that I caused you to lose a finger!" Shiebel's heart was full of self-reproach and guilt.

"You say this, what a big deal, and it doesn't affect me to shoot, don't take it to heart." I smiled and put on a nonchalant expression.

"But......" Sheebel was about to speak, but was interrupted by a wave of his hand.

"It's nothing, if you don't help me to the bathroom, I'm going to wet the bed."

Shibel snorted out laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said coquettishly: "It's all like this, it's not serious yet." After saying that, he got up and helped me out of bed, took the hanging needle next to me, and carried me into the bathroom.

(End of chapter)