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seemed to hang sideways in the air for a second as both feet slammed into

Bond’s chest, one after the other.
Bond staggered against the wall; his chest seemed on fire and he had
difficulty breathing.
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for you, eh?’
Bond did not even see the right leg lift and straighten, slamming into his
chest again, knocking the breath from his body. Yet instinct warned him of the
left leg which he was just able to sidestep and grab, giving the foot a quick

wrench. He knew this was mostly luck – against a man like Ding, he was out of
his league.
Ding was indeed up and coming in at him again. A right hand smashed
forward, the arm straight, knuckles like iron grazing Bond’s cheek. ‘Chi-Chi,
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where’s the gun?’ he whispered. But the Chinese was coming in again, putting
the entire weight of his body into a swift curving jump, turning to smash into
Bond sideways.
As he hit the wall, Bond heard Chi-Chi whisper, ‘Here. By me, James.’

Before he could even glance in her direction, Ding was swinging into his Ninja
kicks again, the heels of each foot making contact, one to the shoulder and the
other to the face. They felt like bullet shocks and he reeled against the wall,
just in time to see one foot come up. For the second time, he managed to grasp

the foot and wrench it, first one way, then the other, going with the body and
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then against it.
Ding gave a growl of anger as he slewed over on to the bare concrete floor.
He took a few seconds to get back on his feet and Bond only needed a blink of

time. The pistol he had taken from Rushia was close to where Chi-Chi was
trying to push herself through the wall.
He dived towards it as Ding’s foot came whistling within an inch of his
head. He saw the big Chinese back away, then gather himself for what would

be the final lunge that would send his entire weight and body smashing into
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Bond. Ding seemed to rise in the air and hurtle towards his target as though
propelled by a rocket.
Bond curled into a ball, lifted his right hand and squeezed the trigger twice.

He heard the explosions like grenades in the small room. Ding just kept on
flying towards him, his mouth blood-flecked and open in surprise. He landed
flat against the wall near Chi-Chi. There was a moment when the big Chinese

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