Spy Mage System

Chapter 279 - 279 A Dangerous Tussle

279 A Dangerous Tussle

“So… how are you guys,” the blue t-shirt person greeted. I nodded slowly. “Good.”

He nodded, which now it blinked to the second floor. And right then and there, he lunged at me with full force. The amount of commotion that was shaking in this elevator was the complete opposite a few seconds ago, and it was nowhere near normal.

“Hey!” Brie shouted, which she went after the other person, while I had to deal with this one. I hit against the wall of the elevator, feeling the ground shake under me, and walls teeter behind me.

His body was firmly pressed against my chest as my back slowly began to bleed into the silver railing. Then, in desperation, I defended myself with a right fist to the jaw, and as I tried to recover from the unexpected strike, he stumbled. However, without warning, he lunged at me and drove his fist into my stomach. Once more, I was jammed against the wall and my head was rocking forward as a consequence of the severe force of the impact.

Panic swept through my mind as I searched the area for any sign of escape. But, I just had one option, so I slammed my fist against his back again and again in an effort to break his hold on me.

I did not, however, get the desired outcome. As you could anticipate, given the circumstances, it was worse.

The man shifted his body and reached between my legs with his left arm. He gripped my shoulder firmly with his right. Then he lifted me up before slamming me to the ground.

The elevator lights suddenly went out. Brie glanced around and saw that the warning lights were everywhere. She muttered, “Oh, no.”

I quickly glanced up to see the TSA agent, who gave me a second glance. He appeared uncertain, as did I. But I kicked him in the chest right away, catching him off guard, and pushed him back and off my chest.

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As I finally got to my feet, I got up and held onto the silver rail.

But he suddenly lurched towards me from the corner and delivered a punch. I seized it and carried it to the side, then struck him in the stomach with several jabs.

He stumbled into the bottom right corner of the elevator, as far as I could tell from the lights that occasionally gleamed, after I let go of my grip on him and struck his jaw with a hard, sharp blow.

However, he wasn’t finished at this point. This fight was still continuing.

I threw a brief left punch that was caught by the assassin as swiftly as a snake bite, forcing me to use the alternative fist. However, the other one also failed in its mission.

Both of us fell to the ground, rolled, and eventually came to our knees as a result of the force he forced into me—or at least the man to his knees, which prevented me from moving as his fists struck across my face. Left, right, left, right, left, right, both areas where a ferocious fist was constantly met.

However, I shoved him off with my limited strength at his chest, causing him to stumble onto his feet once more, but not into the wall this time—not as if that was ever a good thing. He immediately hopped onto the silver rail, circling the elevator after I got to my feet as quickly as I could, and fired a sloppy curve, wobbling as I did so.

I sighed, “Come on.” He bounced, flipped, and ended up on the ground as I plunged myself toward his ankles, which was not a good idea.

I hit the ceiling at a dangerous speed as the elevator abruptly sank, sending us into the air. “Connor!” Brie yelled.

As the elevator continued to descend, her voice ripped in and out, giving the impression that it was echoing through a fan.

My head smacked the floor, and my brain rocked against my skull as the elevator stalled.

My entire face was stung by the pain: every bone in my face, including my shoulder and jawbone and cheekbone, felt like burning wood.

I shuffled to my feet and saw a blurred wand laid out in front of me. I quickly reached for it and felt the stick’s long, thin form. However, I was joined by a second hand, which could only mean one thing: He was still alive.

I pulled it quickly toward me, but the assassin had a stronger grip and pulled me instead with the wand. I dug my foot into the ground, raising us both to our feet, which somehow that even occurred.

After that, he lifted me over his back and onto the ground in a matter of seconds, producing a clunking sound that mirrored through the dim walls.

But I had the wand, since I took it right out of his hands.

“Brie!” As I slowly rose to my feet, I yelled. “Are you okay?”

“You better hope so!” she said in a low, thin voice.

I swung the wand as hard as I could now that I had it, finally hoping to put an end to this disaster. However, the acceleration of the wand stopped suddenly. Slowly, I turned around, which I noticed the man holding the wand tightly as I looked up.

Come on!

Before I slammed him against the wall, I drew him towards me with his hands still on the wand. I drove a right punch across his face, but his hands were still on the wand.

Okay, next plan.

In an effort to remove the weapon from his hand, I dragged him from the wall on the bottom left to the one on the top right, right next to Brie’s opponent. I attempted to pull it back, but he did the same, resulting in an imbalanced force that caused the wand to shift left and right like a steering wheel.

“Give it to me!” Before hitting the other TSA agent in the head with my swing, I grunted, and the other agent fell to the ground with a thud, leaving me as the only assailant.

Shocked, he loosened his grip a bit on the wand, which I used to my advantage—kicking him in the chest, to which he bounced back from the wall down to the floor.

Now it was time to end this, as I carried the wand through the fingers of my hand and readied for the final blow. But all of a sudden, I felt an arm wrap around my neck and suddenly tighten.

Who was choking me?! I tried my best to look beside me, seeing the nose peering out into my view.

I thought the other agent was knocked out already, or maybe asleep.

I struggled against him, as my opponent dismissed the wand from my hand, spinning it through his fingers, as if he was mocking me.

“Bye-bye,” the agent sneered, which I never heard his voice, and now wish I didn’t. He braced for the final blow.

Suddenly, the doors of the elevator cracked ajar, with a pole digging through the doors. “Huh…” I muttered. All of a sudden, the doors opened up entirely, with Hans standing there with a pole in his hand.

“I thought so,” he muttered. The assassins looked at him with confusion, then resulted in him being a threat—which, to be honest—I wouldn’t blame them. He had this pole in his hand and said, “thought so.”

Suddenly, Hans shot both of them with this small gun that I could only assume to be a tranquilizer. They slumped down to the ground, unconscious. Shock was the only thing present in my brain.

“How—how…” I muttered, scratching my head, trying to process everything that happened, which was not easy.

“Remember, I’m a junior agent. Let’s get out of here before more come.”

“But didn’t you pay for our room?”

“Well, I guess that was a waste,” he stated, snapping his fingers harshly. I had no choice but to adhere to his will as we ran out of the elevator and took a corner by the nearby window.

“Okay, I’ll open this and we’ll get to my taxi alright?” he asked. “I’ll return it back, then we’ll see what to do next. First question, why are they chasing after you?!”

Brie sighed. “Those are some thugs that I used to deal with, until I stopped a few weeks ago, and now—I guess they finally decided to take action. So my mom told me to get to California, where my uncle is and to stay there until it’s safe.”

“Why did you deal with them?”

“It’s a long story. You know, personal stuff.”

He slowly nodded, then opened the window. I looked at Brie, quite impressed. “I know, I know,” she muttered, which almost wanted me to just take it back.

We crept through the open space and ended up on the ledge.

Hopefully no one was watching.

“Okay, is there a ladder by any chance?” I asked, starting to become frantic. You already know I have had a fear of heights ever since that attack on that one FBI base when we were dealing with Dr. Mord. I—legit—leaped from the window, and into the helicopter.

Granted, it was cool, but scary.

Hans took a glimpse over the corner, leading to the side of the building, before he glanced back at me with a quick nod.

“Alright, let’s go,” Brie said, gesturing to him as if she was saying “Shoo” to him.

We continued to travel along the ledge before we reached the beloved ladder, which was a very long one, from this ledge to the ground.

“Okay, stay quiet,” he said, but his words immediately backfired, once I felt my foot slip on a tiny slope.