bestfiction Chapter 140: Tacit Cooperation
Chapter 140: Tacit Cooperation
The man's eyes revealed a cold blue color, his black hair was slightly curly, and there was a casual and frivolous look in his eyes.
His attire formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding environment. The black suit was obviously high-end custom-made. Every inch of fabric and every stitch revealed refinement and nobility, which was out of tune with the guards in khaki uniforms on the ground.
Xia Qingluo observed the man.
Is he the head of security? Or a director of the Colosseum?
Cohen stared at Zhang Jing, a playful smile on his face, "You are the first person who can break into our Colosseum alone with a knife."
"Would you like to join us? We can offer you any salary you want."
As he spoke, Cohen's gaze quickly turned to Xia Qingluo, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, showing some interest.
At this time, Xia Qingluo was wearing Zhang Jing's black shirt. Although it covered a lot of her upper body, it still couldn't cover her pair of dazzlingly white legs.
That little face is absolutely stunningly beautiful, and every line of her facial features looks like a masterpiece created by the hand of God.
She is indeed a beauty with a perfect figure and a perfect face.
No wonder this man had such great motivation to come all the way here to save her.
When a hero saves a beauty, beauty is what matters. If she weren’t a beauty, what would be worth saving?
Cohen added another condition, "If you agree, I can also let the girl behind you go."
Zhang Jing's words were concise and to the point: "Get lost!"
Cohen did not hesitate. Since Zhang Jing was not going to join, he would not waste any more words.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three gunshots echoed in the corridor.
Cohen didn't hesitate and fired three shots at Zhang Jing's head.
Zhang Jing could dodge the bullets, but he knew Xia Qingluo was behind him and he couldn't hide.
At that moment, sparks flew.
Three sounds of metal colliding with metal rang out in the air. The dagger in Zhang Jing's hand was like a flash of lightning, accurately cutting off the flying bullet.
Xia Qingluo stood behind and watched in amazement, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
Is it possible for humans to do what Zhang Jing did?
She once heard a saying: At seven steps away, a gun is faster than a knife; at seven steps away, a gun is both fast and accurate.
In the past, Xia Qingluo believed this statement without a doubt, but now, she suspected that the person who said this might have never seen a real martial arts master.
Zhang Jing's knife is obviously faster than a bullet!
In an instant, Zhang Jing burst out with astonishing speed, got close to Cohen, chopped at his neck with the dagger in his right hand, and stabbed at his chest with the dagger in his left hand. Each move was fatal.
Cohen was neither hurried nor slow, but instead smiled.
He tilted his head calmly and easily avoided the dagger's blow.
Then Cohen raised his arm and accurately blocked the dagger that was stabbing into his chest with his elbow.
Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned around to counterattack again.
"boom!"
Another gunshot was heard, and the bullet grazed Zhang Jing's arm. A blood mark instantly appeared on his cold white skin, but the wound was very shallow, just like a sharp cut.
However, if Zhang Jing had not dodged quickly, the bullet would have hit his heart.
At this time, there were chaotic and hurried footsteps behind me, and someone was chasing after me.
Xia Qingluo quickly turned around and saw a group of khaki guards rushing towards him. This time, they were no longer holding weapons like electric batons, but pistols!
Zhang Jing caught a glimpse of the crowd behind him and his breathing tightened, worried that Xia Qingluo would not be able to cope with it.
Xia Qingluo thought so too.
But the body has already taken action.
She rushed towards the guards at an extremely fast speed, brandishing the eight-sided Han sword in her hand with fierce momentum.
Gunshots rang out and bullets whizzed through the air, but every move was just right to avoid the bullet's trajectory.
In such a narrow space, the guards' guns did not exert their due power. Instead, they became hesitant for fear of accidentally hurting their companions.
Xia Qingluo took advantage of this, quickly moving between enemies and launching close-range attacks.
Zhang Jing knew that time was running out and the battle had to be resolved quickly.
His moves were deadly. The dagger severely injured Cohen's shoulder and knee. He knocked Cohen to the ground and pinned down his limbs.
Zhang Jing was holding a dagger, ready to rip Cohen open, but he caught a glimpse of a shotgun in front of him out of the corner of his eye.
Zhang Jing's eyes flashed, and he threw the dagger in his hand without hesitation. The dagger flew like an arrow from a bow, shooting towards the man's arm.
The ornate chandelier on the ceiling was struck and began to shake.
Zhang Jing quickly turned around and shouted, "Xia Qingluo! Up there!"
Xia Qingluo was concentrating on dealing with the guards on the ground and didn't notice anything unusual about the ceiling.
After Zhang Jing's reminder, Xia Qingluo looked up at the ceiling and saw gorgeous crystals falling down at an extremely fast speed.
Xia Qingluo's pupils suddenly shrank. The speed was too fast and she had no time to dodge. It was as if the god of death's scythe was already hanging over her head.
At the last moment when she was about to be hit, she was suddenly knocked down by a warm and solid embrace.
Zhang Jing pounced on Xia Qingluo before he had time to think.
"boom!"
The huge crystal chandelier crashed down on Zhang Jing's back, making a deafening sound.
Glass shards flew everywhere, raging in the air like hail.
Zhang Jing gritted his teeth tightly. His arms softened due to the excessive pressure and he finally fell on Xia Qingluo.
Xia Qingluo placed her palm on Zhang Jing's back and immediately felt the hot and wet blood. Her heart instantly rose to her throat.
The bright red blood flowed down Zhang Jing's back and spread on the carpet, which was shocking to see.
Xia Qingluo's little face instantly lost its color. Her eyes were filled with panic and worry. Her voice trembled as she called Zhang Jing's name over and over again.
"Zhang Jing!"
"Zhang Jing!"
"Zhang Jing!"
Zhang Jing almost lost consciousness due to the severe pain, but when he heard Xia Qingluo's voice, he barely opened his heavy eyelids.
Zhang Jing supported himself on the blood-stained carpet with trembling hands, and staggered to raise his upper body.
His head seemed to have been hit as well, with blood flowing down like a red curtain slowly descending, blocking his vision.
But he saw Xia Qingluo's face clearly at this moment.
Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her bright eyes were filled with tiny spots of light. She looked very worried and anxious.
Zhang Jing didn't know why, but he felt a little distressed when he saw her like this.
Maybe he had a heart attack?
Zhang Jingqiang endured the pain and forced a smile, which was filled with endless tenderness and comfort.
"I'm fine... just a broken rib..."
However, as soon as he finished saying this, Zhang Jing spat out a mouthful of blood.