In fact, it's not easy to kill Wade, but it's not difficult to just restrain or trap him.
After Wade got the Immortal, he was bound and imprisoned by Francis for a few days, and finally found an opportunity to blow up the laboratory to escape.
Francis' laboratory was at most a small underground workshop. Although the alloy and leather restraints were strong, they weren't high-end, but Wade could only rely on schemes to escape.
The people in front of him were obviously more professional and better equipped.
Wade didn't think he would have a chance to escape if he was taken to a tighter prison by these people, and Vanessa would fall into their hands.
At that time, he would be afraid of hurting her, but the other party could do whatever they wanted.
Thinking of this, Wade sped up his movements, and the originally rough technique became rough, directly widening the wound, reaching in with three fingers and turning them around.
Under this frenzied technique, seven or eight bullets were quickly pulled out of his body, and the anesthetic that had been continuously injected was reduced by half.
Although he was still in a state of severe paralysis, there was no rapid increase in strength.
Just then, Wade suddenly patted Vanessa, who was helping him treat his wound, and gestured for her to move away a little.
Vanessa knew that she was purely a burden next to him, so she decisively ran to the kitchen to hide.
As soon as she stepped in, the door behind her burst open.
A hole was broken in the door, which was hastily held up by a chair and a coat rack. Then a hand quickly reached in through the hole and tried to push away the chair and coat rack stuck in the door.
His left hand was still pulling bullets out of the wound in his stomach. Wade's gaze fell on the pile of silver knives beside him, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
He came out to watch a concert with his wife tonight. He didn't bring any weapons with him, and he had to protect Vanessa when he escaped, so he didn't even have a chance to find a weapon.
Now … I'm going to kill someone and give you a knife. Thank you so much, my wife, so considerate!
Thinking of this, he grabbed a knife with his free right hand.
Whoosh!
"Ah!"
With a scream, the knife shot out of the broken hole in the door, sinking to the hilt in the shoulder of the man who reached out.
This unlucky man had originally bullied Wade because he was under anesthetic and couldn't fight back, but now his arm was useless.
"Oh yeah, I'm going against my mother!" Wade looked happy, as if he had reached his peak. He pulled out another bullet with his left hand and threw it away. At the same time, he did not forget to pick up a table knife with his right hand.
The person who was shot in the shoulder screamed and retreated. The hole revealed a bit of light.
Then the light suddenly began to change, and without hesitation, Wade threw the knife again.
Puchi!
Outside the door, a soldier with his back against the door was shot dead. He moved to the entrance of the cave and was about to raise his gun to fire when the handle of a table knife appeared next to his nose.
Bang! Thump!
The man's helmet hit the wall, and he didn't even have the chance to scream before he fell to the ground.
The faces of the combatants outside the door remained the same.
Among the people they captured, there were many such vicious and troublesome opponents. It was not uncommon for teammates to die.
The captain, who was hiding by the door, made two hand gestures and backed away. Two of the team members moved forward and hid by the door. They gave a simple signal with their eyes. One of them did not move his body. He simply raised his submachine gun to the entrance of the cave and fired wildly.
"Fako!" Wade said, "You sons of the beach, come in and fight if you have the guts. Aiya …"
He looked down helplessly at his left hand.
Little Left had just taken out another bullet, but he was hit by a bullet. Then there was another bullet hole next to the wound where the bullet had just been taken out!
With this sweep, he had hit another two yuan in a row. His luck tonight was definitely off the charts.
Even more unlucky was that Little Left had hurt his finger, and his action of pulling the bullet was greatly affected.
Wade could only switch to his upper right, but after his lower left was injured, the accuracy of his throwing knives had dropped significantly. The combatants outside took turns to fire with "stretching their hands". Neither of them was hit by a knife, but the knife tip sticking out of the door looked a little scary.
In fact, in addition to attracting Wade's attention, a pinhole camera peeked through the crack in the door.
By the time they confirmed Wade's location, his chances of being shot would increase significantly.
"Catch." A low cry rang out from Wade's side, and a round shadow flew over.
Wade looked over and felt his vision go black.
Duang！
He fell.
Vanessa, who had just thrown the "weapon" in the kitchen, was also stunned. "You … why did you catch it with your face? I thought you'd use your hands. "
Fortunately, someone's talent for resistance was top-notch. In less than two seconds, he got up and sat against the wall.
He reached out and picked up the "weapon" that had just hit him in the face. Wade looked at Vanessa with a puzzled expression. "Why did you throw this?"
Vanessa made a gesture in front of her chest. "To block bullets."
Wade: "… Honey, this is just a frying pan, not a bulletproof panel … Well, that's right. Throw me a few more."
As he spoke, he stretched out the frying pan a meter in front of his chest and abdomen.
It suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't afraid of shrapnel wounds, but of the continued release of anesthetic from the bullet in his body.
So this frying pan didn't need to be as protective as a bulletproof panel. He just needed to destroy the integrity of the bullet.
After a few clangs, Wade was overjoyed.
It worked! Although there were a few more holes in the frying pan, it definitely wouldn't block for long. At least it would allow him to dig out a few more bullets.
In any case, his left hand wasn't good at throwing knives, so he could use the frying pan to defend.
But the pinhole probe outside had already reached in, and the captain discovered Wade's "frying pan armor" and decisively gave the order.
The team member at the door pulled out the safety pin and flicked off the safety buckle. He waited for two seconds before throwing the stun grenade into the hole.
Wade was just rejoicing when he saw a familiar canister-like gadget fly in.
Normally, he would have just rushed up and sent it flying back the way it came. But now, not only was he sitting on the ground, but he was also half paralyzed.
Without hesitation, he waved his left hand, and the frying pan flew out to meet the round jar in midair.
The round can was not as heavy as the frying pan, and the contact between the two was very coincidental. When it was sent flying by the frying pan, it circled around the side of the frying pan, completing a strange U-shaped turn, and drilled out of the hole.
The soldiers outside were waiting for a loud noise when they suddenly saw a small black shadow jump out of the hole, hit the wall opposite the door with a clang, and then bounced to the ground.
Everyone subconsciously looked over and exclaimed in unison.
“WTF？”
"F * ck!"
“shxt！”
Countless curses with different words rang out in the same tone.
But at the same time as the curses came out, the stun grenade exploded with a bang, releasing a strong white light accompanied by an explosive sound.
The goggles of these soldiers had an automatic filter function to protect their eyes.
However, the intense explosion that echoed in the narrow passageway was too powerful.
Everyone was in a daze for a few seconds. Then, they felt dizzy and nauseous. It was extremely uncomfortable.
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