"Bolan, Mack - Stony Man 36 - Stranglehold" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bolan Mack)orado night. Then the sound of footsteps behind
him--almost inaudible--registered suddenly in his brain. He resisted the urge to immediately whirl; he could tell by the sound that the feet were still too far away for their owner to be a threat. And they might be a diversion for something ahead. Squinting under the streetlights, Buchanan scanned the night as he walked on. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. Finally he glanced over his shoulder. As he turned, he saw a flash of movement in the doorway to his side. He turned back toward the dark figure with the grace and speed that had earned him his nickname. The Davis derringer leaped into his hand. His thumb found the hammer, but before he could cock the sin- gle-action weapon a fist slammed into his sternum. Air shot up from Buchanan's lungs and out his mouth. He pushed out hard with his belly, trying to correct the vacuum that had been created in his chest, fist jabbed out, striking what felt like a jaw. He heard a crunch and then a grunt, but his punch slowed his attacker for only a moment. The shadowy form drove another fist into Buchanan's abdomen, and he bent double. Gasping for air, Buchanan fished into the trench coat for the knife as a second shadowy figure joined the first. Buchanan lashed out at the dark form with a front snap kick that caught the second man in the shin. He heard another grunt, but the shadow kept coming. An arm wrapped around Buchanan's neck. He flipped his wrist to open the knife but something--a hand, arm, shoulder--got in the way and stopped the blade halfway out of the handle. The knife snapped back closed. Another fist struck Buchanan's ribs. A moment later, the blade was pried from his fingers like the derringer had been. Buchanan heard the footsteps again. Running now, they were close. As he continued to gasp for air, a shoulder struck him squarely in the back and then he, the two men in front of him and whoever had |
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