Kavan had a purpose in arresting him, probably to hand him over to a certain person or organization.

It is very likely that it is ia or the mysterious organization behind the "real doomsday game".

The probability is greater in the Persian Gulf, where transportation is more convenient.

Oman?

Bahrain?

Qatar?

Or...Dubai?

Ivanovich quickly analyzed his position, while bending his index finger and sliding his nails across the tiger's mouth.

After a while, a small cut was made at the base of the thumb on one side of the tiger's mouth.

Ivanovic then continued to bend his thumb, making his muscle tissue squirm.

Soon, a soft metal wire thinner than a hair was gradually squeezed out of his wound.

Ivanovich pinched one end of the wire with two movable fingers and pulled the wire out of the wound piece by piece.

It was a metal mass hidden under the skin at the base of his thumb, a full twenty centimeters long.

After pulling out the thing, Ivanovich once again clamped the wire with two movable fingers and began to pull the rope on the saw hand.

The two ends of the metal wire were rough, but the middle part was extremely sharp. The thick rope was quickly cut through, leaving a neat gap.

Ignoring the wounds on his hands that were still bleeding, Ivanovich moved his wrists, sawed off the ropes on his feet again, and finally gained freedom.

Then he took off his shoes, quickly walked to the wall with bare feet, put his ear under the window and listened to the sounds outside.

There were footsteps.

One...two...three...five...

Five people were patrolling outside, and they were talking quietly.

Ivanovich quickly came to the corner where the debris was piled and began to look for usable supplies.

A broken chair leg with a long nail on it.

A piece of wire.

An iron candy box lid.

Broken glass bottle.

Ivanovich quickly made some simple tools, hid them close to his body, and then returned to the iron frame again.

He suddenly kicked the iron frame over, making a loud noise, and lay on the ground, still in a tied position, looking like he was dying.

The loud noise of the iron frame falling to the ground immediately triggered a wave of muffled shouts from outside.

Then I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole from outside. The heavy iron door of the small warehouse was opened, and several heavily armed men wearing black masks walked in.

Seeing Ivanovich lying on the ground, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed again and ran towards him, cursing in their mouths, obviously afraid that Ivanovich would die like this.

All of them reached out to support the iron frame and Ivanovich who fell on the ground, and their hands temporarily left their guns.

The two people in front grabbed the "dying" Ivanovich and tried to lift him up.

The next moment, Ivanovich suddenly opened his eyes, and the iron nailed chair legs and wine bottle stubble hidden under him suddenly swung, one nail penetrated the left eye of the guard on the left, and the other cut the throat of the guard on the right.

The sudden change occurred, and the guards present had no time to react. Ivanovich once again reached out and grabbed the shotgun hung on the chest of the guard on the left, turned the muzzle of the gun, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the third guard was sent flying backwards.

The remaining two guards were further away. Upon seeing this, they immediately grabbed the submachine guns hanging on their chests and started shooting at Ivanovich.

Ivanovich pulled the bodies of the two front men in front of him, and used their body armor and bodies to fire a round of fire. In the blink of an eye, the submachine guns of the last two guards were empty of bullets!

Without waiting for the opponent to change bullets, Ivanovich fired out the last shot, directly hitting a guard in the head.

The last guard roared wildly, pulled out the dagger from his waist and rushed towards Ivanovich.

Ivanovich raised his hand to block, and there was a "dang" sound, and the opponent's dagger was blocked by the iron sheet wrapped around his arm.

He flicked the long wire in his other hand and suddenly wrapped it around the neck of the last guard.

Then he made a mistake in his steps and came to the opponent's back. He grabbed both ends of the wire with both hands and began to pull it down desperately. At the same time, he bent slightly and lifted the guard into the air.

In the end, the guard struggled desperately on Ivanovich's back, trying to pull away the wire from his neck, but it was impossible.

At this time, he is actually fighting against his own weight!

Ivanovich pulled the wire hard with an expressionless face, and at the same time looked towards the door to ensure that other enemies could be spotted immediately.

Soon, the last guard's struggle slowed down, his arms dropped softly, and he made no sound at all.

Ivanovich shook the body on his back a few more times to make sure that the other person was dead, and then put the other person down.

He then walked around the room with bare feet and quickly found weapons, ammunition and other equipment and materials on the guards. He first drank a gulp of water, ate compressed biscuits, and then continued what he was doing.

He put on the clothes and shoes of the guard who was strangled to death, and put on the other person's sunglasses at the same time, and then walked out of the warehouse door holding a pistol.

It's morning.

Outside is a small oasis, sand, and some very dilapidated-looking warehouses.

Not far away is a bay.

On the walls of those warehouses, there are several strange symbols, which are swords piercing the heart.

It looked like random graffiti, but Ivanovich understood that it was a symbol of the Assassins.

Apparently, he was imprisoned in a secret stronghold of the Assassins.

This should be a very remote stronghold, rarely visited by people. It may be the place where the Assassins hold their targets when they kidnap and demand ransom.

Ivanovich narrowed his eyes.

These so-called natural assassins really underestimate him...

Beside the wall were two all-terrain vehicles and a motorcycle.

The keys are on those guards.

At this moment, there was a faint noise in the distance, as if someone was coming.

Without any hesitation, Ivanovich immediately picked up the motorcycle beside the wall, got on it, started it, increased the accelerator to the maximum, and sped away in the opposite direction to the bay.

"Da da da……"

"!"

Bursts of gunfire came from behind, and stray bullets flew past, turning the ground in front of him into dust.

At the same time, there was also the roar of the engine.

Apparently someone discovered him and started hunting him!

Ivanovich couldn't care much at this time and accelerated like crazy, heading southeast.

If his judgment is correct, Dubai is not far away and he will be safe as long as he enters the crowd!

Just after Ivanovic escaped, Kavan, wearing black sunglasses, slowly walked out of one of the dilapidated warehouses. Looking at Ivanovic's fleeing figure, he said slowly:
Chapter completed!