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Chang Yin swept over his head like a black panther, creating a gust of wind as he landed, scattering the pebbles on the ground.
Gagarin rolled on the spot, quickly got up, and gripped the dagger tightly in his right hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
He assumed a defensive stance, watching Chang Yin warily, his body slightly leaning forward, ready to attack at any moment. Chang Yin's legs were slightly apart, his knees slightly bent, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at the dagger in Gagarin's hand, radiating a dangerous aura.
Gagarin was the first to strike. With a low shout, he held his dagger and thrust it in an arc toward Chang Yin's throat. The speed was so fast that only a cold glint remained in the air.
Chang Yin's eyes sharpened, and his body floated backward as lightly as a willow catkin, his toes barely touching the ground as he skillfully avoided the fatal blow. Before Gagarin could finish his attack, Chang Yin's right leg swept out like lightning, creating a whistling sound.
Gagarin hastily raised his arm to block, and with a muffled thud, the huge impact caused his arm to go numb instantly. He was kicked backward and crashed into a wooden crate next to him.
The wooden crate, unable to withstand the impact, shattered with a crash, sending splinters flying. Gagarin, however, had no time to catch his breath as Chang Yin pounced on him like a shadow, his right palm like a knife, slashing down towards Gagarin's neck.
Gagarin jerked his head to the side, and Chang Yin's hand grazed his cheek, sending a stinging pain through him. He seized the opportunity to knee Chang Yin in the stomach, but Chang Yin dodged, simultaneously grabbing Gagarin's calf and yanking him hard. Gagarin lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
Before he could even struggle to get up, Chang Yin had already bent down, grabbed his shoulders like iron clamps, and twisted them forcefully.
With a sharp "crack," his arm, which he had repositioned during his escape, dislocated again. The intense pain made him tremble all over, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. He endured the excruciating pain, gripped the dagger in his other hand, and stabbed it towards Chang Yin's waist.
Chang Yin's eyes were cold. He leaned back slightly and easily dodged the attack. At the same time, he clenched his left fist and slammed it hard into Gagarin's face.
Gagarin's nose immediately started bleeding profusely, his head buzzed, and his vision blurred. Chang Yin followed up with a knee strike, which landed solidly on Gagarin's chest. Gagarin felt a suffocating sensation, a sweet taste in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Gagarin rolled on the ground, trying to create distance, wildly swinging his dagger, leaving streaks of cold light in his hand.
Chang Yin moved nimbly, relentlessly pursuing Gagarin like a possessed ghost. Every dodge was perfectly timed, and he would occasionally strike with punches and kicks at opportune moments. Suddenly, Chang Yin seized an opening in Gagarin's defenses, flashed to his side, grabbed his wrist holding the dagger, and twisted it forcefully.
With a clatter, the dagger fell to the ground. Before Gagarin could react, Chang Yin had already grabbed his neck with his arm and lifted him up.
Gagarin's face flushed red, and he desperately scratched at Chang Yin's arm with both hands, kicking his legs wildly in the air. Chang Yin remained unmoved, tightening his grip on Chang Yin's arm, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Gagarin's movements gradually weakened, and his eyes began to glaze over. Chang Yin swung his arm, slamming him heavily to the ground.
Gagarin lay on the ground, coughing violently, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with despair and fear. Chang Yinju looked down at him, his spiritual energy beginning to gather, forming a ball of dark blue light in his hand, and slowly walked towards Gagarin.
This man must die. Chang Yin wanted to shut him up in the most bizarre way possible, but the fight attracted the attention of the American soldiers who had just been chasing Gagarin, and they had already run over.
With both sides within sight, Chang Yin couldn't make a move. The leading American soldier stopped in his tracks. "Oh my god, I want to know why this is happening?"
Before Chang Yin could speak, Gagarin was already yelling in his defense, "Sir, he's a spy! He must be a spy sent by another country. I just saw him in the control center."
Chang Yin stood still. He didn't know if Gagarin had seen him in the control center, but this Gagarin was confirmed to be a Russian spy.
Chang Yin spoke calmly, “Sir, my comrades and I were passing by the control center when I went to relieve myself. On my way back, I heard someone shouting, ‘Who are you chasing?’ Just then, this person was sneaking towards us, so I went to intercept him. But as soon as he saw me, he immediately stabbed me with a dagger. I had no choice but to fight back.”
Gagarin stared wide-eyed. "God, he's talking nonsense. That's not true at all. Please believe me."
Behind the officer were several men who had seen Gagarin in the control center. They immediately stepped forward and restrained Gagarin. The officer looked at Chang Yin and Gagarin and said, "Gentlemen, you are each giving your own version of events. I think I need to search you to see if you really brought anything dangerous out of the control center."
Chang Yin nonchalantly stretched out his arms, his meaning clear: "Feel free to search me." The officer gave a wink to the two American soldiers behind him, who immediately stepped forward to search him. Gagarin's eyes were filled with excitement; there must be something there. He had really seen the man inside through the crack in the door. He couldn't have come out empty-handed.
If we can find information on him, he still has a chance to escape.
However, the two American soldiers searched Chang Yin from head to toe, but found nothing.
Gagarin stared wide-eyed at the scene, muttering in disbelief, "No, this is impossible, how could this be?"
The officer had already sent people to search Gagarin, but Gagarin did not stop them. He had not yet sneaked in, so naturally they would not find anything.
But just as he was thinking this, he felt a tap on his lower back, and he felt something hard inside his clothes. Gagarin tried to back away, wanting to stop the two American soldiers from continuing to search him.
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