At that moment, another security guard came to his senses and hurriedly drew his gun, firing at Andrew. Who cared whether he knew kung fu or not? Could it possibly be stronger than a gun?
Unfortunately, Andrew had anticipated this. The moment the guard drew his weapon, Andrew flung the parts in his hand at the guard's face, striking him right in the eyes. The guard screamed and staggered backward.
Andrew lunged forward and tackled the guard to the ground. Then his fists rapidly pounded from top to bottom, then from bottom to top. The guard soon followed the first guard's example and passed out.
"Andrew, didn't you say you didn't know kung fu?"
Derek looked at Andrew resentfully. This guy had claimed they were friends, yet he had actually lied to him.
"You're not a beautiful woman, so why would I tell you I know kung fu?"
Andrew looked thoroughly disgusted. He searched the guard and found a gun and some keys. However, he did not immediately unlock their handcuffs. Instead, he took out a syringe and drew a tube of blood from each of them.
"What are you doing?"
Melanie asked warily. Although she had a favorable impression of Andrew—after all, he had saved her, and he was handsome and good at kung fu—no matter how much she liked him, he could not just draw her blood. If he had kissed her directly, though, she could have accepted that.
"You've been infected with a virus. I'm drawing some blood to study it."
Andrew said. Derek stared at him in astonishment. "Andrew, you're a programmer, not a scientist. What are you researching?"
"Actually, I'm a hidden scientist."
Andrew smiled, unlocked their handcuffs, and said, "Derek, let me tell you something good. At a time like this, killing people isn't