Chapter 635 - 659: Clash of Experts
The entertainment room wasn’t large, about sixty to seventy square meters, with two tables, two sets of sofas, and a small liquor cabinet. However, there was nobody inside. Once John Brown entered, he hid behind one of the tables and immediately fired two shots towards the doorway.
A shadow flickered at the door, and the woman in black came rushing in against the door frame. John Brown’s two shots aimed at the center of the doorway completely missed.
This woman was indeed bold, with an accurate sense of judgment, but she was facing James Brown. James was not only skilled in martial arts, but his gunmanship was also top-notch. Although those two shots missed, he quickly raised his hand, aiming the gun at the airborne woman and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
A person in midair ordinarily would not be able to change direction, but as this woman crossed the doorway, her foot tapped the frame and she suddenly flew straight to the side. Her reflexes were beyond words, seemingly beyond human capability.
While in the air, the woman wasn’t just dodging. Both of her hands swung repeatedly, and several throwing knives shimmered with cold light as they flew towards John Brown’s exposed head and arm.
John initially intended to continue shooting along the woman’s trajectory, but as her hand moved up, he realized that if he continued to fire, he’d be hit by her throwing knives first. Thus, he quickly judged the situation, sharply dropping his body to evade the knives, leaving him unable to attack as the woman landed on the ground.
Subsequently, the two engaged in a breathtaking fight within the small entertainment room. Bullets and knives flew, but neither of them could land a hit on the other.
James fired another shot but still missed the woman. The woman, no longer concealing her figure, started walking directly towards James.
"An MP5 submachine gun, with only thirty bullets; you’ve already fired thirty shots. You have no bullets left," she said casually as she approached, with a strong sense of confidence.
James stood up, casually tossed aside the submachine gun, grinned at the woman, and said, "I didn’t expect you to be skilled with knives and know so much about guns, even keeping count of how many times I fired."
The woman snorted coldly, "Now that you’re out of bullets, I still have countless throwing knives. You’re dead."
The smile on James’s face remained bright, "Earlier you said that if I dodged your five throwing knives, I would be your man. I think I just dodged thirty-five of them."