At the same time, the tall, skinny fellow hit a stick above Bond’s heart. Bond bent over in pain and defended another blow, only to receive a blow to the back of his neck that made him bend again, his breath hissing through his teeth. The Dillons’ backyard bar and grill sipping grilling and chilling flag. The skinny man professionally used the side of his hand to chop Bond. There was something quite deadly about his accuracy and effortlessness. Now the assassin had leaned back again and closed his eyes. He is a man who scares others, an evil one. Bond hopes to have a chance to kill him.
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