Luke wasn't in a hurry.
If Laybecker couldn't hold on, he would just sneak up on him.
He was very familiar with that.
At that moment, William swung the knife in his hand to block Laybecker's kitchen knife.
Laybecker took half a step back and flicked his wrist to deflect the knife before he pulled it back.
William took half a step back and even raised his left hand to protect the line from his chest to his neck.
Rip!
The cuff of his leather jacket was cut open by the kitchen knife.
William took two more steps back to steady himself and raised the knife in his right hand again. "Laybecker, it's been a long time since we last met. Your skills have deteriorated …"
Laybecker didn't say anything. He simply curled his lip in mockery.
He slowly took half a step forward and swung the kitchen knife to confuse William's eyes.
The next moment, he sped up and took another half step forward. The kitchen knife clanged repeatedly against William's knife.
Their forearms waved in circles, as if they were playing hide-and-seek.
The blades of both sides were like the fangs of a viper, quickly retracting as soon as they made contact, and then collided again.
Luke watched with great interest on the side.
That was the smell! It turned out that a kitchen knife could also be used!
He decided that he would replace all the kitchen knives at home with the model that Laybecker was using after he returned.
Caught up in the fierce battle, the two of them didn't notice the onlookers at all.
A duel between daggers was one of the most dangerous types of cold weapons.
In a duel between professionals, the slightest mistake could result in death.
When the blades in their hands collided, the other hand was still moving slightly.
This was both to confuse the other party and to look for an opportunity.
Once their free left hand caught the other party's wrist, they would have the upper hand.
William was clearly wary of this.
He was only about 1.85 meters tall and wasn't as muscular as Laybecker. If his wrist was caught, he would likely lose in a contest of strength.
The two of them were old acquaintances, and they knew each other's strengths very well.
William knew that Laybecker wasn't just good at daggers, he was also very good at close-range joint techniques.
As long as Laybecker grabbed his wrist, he would probably lose his hand.
Both of them moved very quickly, but the soles of their feet never left the ground, and their strides were quite small.
On the contrary, the upper bodies and arms of the two were crazily changing directions, clanging against each other non-stop.
A sharp glint flashed in Laybecker's eyes.
In the next moment, he abruptly closed the distance between the two of them, putting them in an extremely dangerous position.
At this moment, both of them did not need to fully extend their arms to stab their daggers into each other's bodies.
William slashed horizontally without hesitation.
Laybecker's body suddenly retreated, and a long gash appeared on his chest.
This was not the kind of special effect that happened to cut through clothes like in the movies. His chest instantly turned red.
Luke frowned. That was impossible!
Laybecker's technique was clearly better, and his arms were longer and his movements more nimble. How could he lose?
He had already lifted the gun in his hand.
William's first strike was successful. Almost reflexively, he followed up with a backhand stab.
But Laybecker seemed to have predicted this attack. After dodging most of the damage from William's first attack, he moved sideways at the same time as William's stab.
He extended his slender left hand and grabbed William's right wrist, before he abruptly pushed it out and slashed at William's neck with the kitchen knife in his right hand.
Shocked, William subconsciously raised his left hand to block the attack. He screamed as a small wound appeared on his left hand.
But he wasn't happy at all. His eyes widened in fear.
William instantly knew that he had lost his position!
In any fight, losing one's position was extremely dangerous.
Laybecker had lured William into a heavy pursuit at the cost of being injured, and William had fallen into Laybecker's trap.
At that moment, William's right hand was blocked by Laybecker's left hand, and he couldn't withdraw it to defend himself. However, his left hand subconsciously retreated after being injured.
Both of his hands were out of position to defend, and he couldn't retreat to widen the distance between them or adjust his defensive posture.
Laybecker's attack, on the other hand, seemed fierce, but it actually wasn't very powerful.
After the kitchen knife grazed past William's wrist, it did not stop at all. William nimbly turned his wrist, and the sharp blade popped out from his arm like a venomous fang.
The blade and the arm formed a right angle, fiercely and fiercely stabbing straight down, straight through.
Pu!
There was a dull sound, and only the handle of the knife was left on top of William's head.
William's eyes widened, and his eyeballs rolled back. He knelt down with a thud and pounced forward.
Laybecker adjusted the blood on his chest and mumbled, "See, I'm here."
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. William, who had the upper hand, had turned into a Teletubbies.
This dagger duel was too dangerous! Luke opened his mouth speechlessly, before he lowered his gun and left in boredom.
He mumbled, "Humph! Pretentious prick! Why are you wasting time talking? Just stab him to death. "
That being said, Luke couldn't help but touch the top of his head, which felt cold.
Very soon, he returned to the warehouse.
Grabbing Nash's raised hand and preventing him from pulling the trigger, Luke said in a low voice, "It's me."
Nash, who had been extremely nervous, finally relaxed. "What's the situation up there?"
Adjusting his mood, Luke said in pleasant surprise, "I went to the deck just now. The criminals seem to be running away. I heard someone say that the SEALs are here."
Nash heaved a sigh of relief. "Really? Then we're saved. "
Luke said, "That's right. Where are the SEALs? They're the best people in America, right?"
Nash nodded quickly. "Yes, they're very good."
Luke said, "I'll tell them the good news. Stay on guard. Right, don't shoot randomly. What if they're SEALs? "
Nash nodded awkwardly.
If Luke hadn't reacted quickly, he would've shot Luke.
The young Private Nash was excited and expectant as he stared at the cabin door for any movement.
Luke smiled and returned to the corner where the three women were.
The three women were delighted to see him.
He smiled and repeated what he had said to Nash in a low voice, and the three women were elated too.
There weren't many Americans who didn't know about the SEALs.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Luke was stunned. What was going on?
Why did it sound like … a cannon?
But why was the warship firing?
Luke walked over and asked Nash a few questions to confirm that his intuition was correct.
The sound just now was indeed the warship firing.
But Nash said that it seemed to be an auxiliary cannon, and that the Montana, which was about to be decommissioned, had long since been stripped of its ammunition.
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