The rate of fire of the micro-charge was extremely high. Within two or three seconds, everyone had fired all the bullets. However, at this time, the four people were still holding on to the triggers in their hands, and they could only hear the sound of the firing pin constantly passing through the barrel of the gun. Come on, at this time, there are hundreds of bullet warheads in front of Zhang Heng. These bullets seem to be embedded in the air and can no longer produce any lethality!
"Are you done?" Zhang Heng's signature sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He gently raised his hand, held a bullet in front of his eyes and looked at it for a while. At the same time, those bullets seemed to have finally absorbed the gravity of the earth. Tick-tock fell to the ground, leaving only the horrified eyes of the four men!
"Nobuna!"
As if the sky was falling, the leader of the four seemed to have received an indescribable impact on his worldview. He threw away the firearm in his hand, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and rushed towards Zhang Heng with the will to die!
But before he could take two steps forward, Zhang Heng suddenly looked in his direction with a sharp look on his face. Immediately, the expressions of the four of them suddenly changed. The next second, their heads exploded out of thin air like watermelons falling from a tall building. Come!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four streaks of blood mist spurted out like fountains, spreading out like four streaks of blood mist. At this moment, the young man in the ninth round who was rescued by Zhang Heng finally showed a horrified look. He looked at everything dullly, He slowly took a step or two forward, but his feet seemed to have lost their strength and he fell to his knees directly. All that remained in his eyes and in his mind was the moment when the four people's heads exploded, which could not be dissipated for a long time. …
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the cold current carried the blood mist in the air and filled the streets. Then it completely merged into the sky, leaving only the sound of sirens slowly approaching in the distance, showing the desolation of early winter.
At some point, Zhang Heng disappeared...
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Jingzhou, Fengtai District, Yanxi Huafu Villa.
An old man with white hair and beard was sitting in his bedroom, constantly stroking a photo frame in his hand, which he wiped until it was spotless.
The old man was already very old and was a little afraid of the cold. There was no light in the room, only the dim fire in the fireplace flickered. Like many old antiques, he doesn't particularly like things like floor heating and air conditioning in reality. In comparison, he prefers ancient equipment like fireplaces, which allow him to recall the memories of his youth.
A fire burned in the fireplace, warming the bedroom. Through the flickering light of the fire, one could faintly see that there was a photo of a young man on the photo frame in the old man's hand.
This young man looks a little innocent, with a arrogant light shining in his eyes. However, the only flaw in this photo is the color of the photo.
This photo is black and white.
At this moment, the old man seemed to be immersed in memories. His face with wrinkles and age spots showed a peaceful smile, but it was replaced by grief in an instant.
I don’t know how long it took, but the old man finally came back to his senses from his memories. He stood up a little stooped, and hung the photo frame on the wall next to him with his trembling hands. If there was a second person in the room at this time, , you can see that this wall is covered with photos of this young man from childhood to adulthood.
This young man is called Xu Haoyu.
Looking at the photos in front of him, the old man's somewhat cloudy eyes gradually revealed a glimmer of light. He suddenly lowered his head and whispered in a voice that only he could hear...
"Yu'er, I believe grandpa will be able to avenge you soon..."
After saying this, the old man seemed a little tired and lay back on the ancient huanghuali wood chair, and then slowly closed his eyes.
However, just when he closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap, a dull voice suddenly came from the room. The voice was slightly hoarse, which was very inconsistent with the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere in the room.
"The older generation is recalling their children and grandchildren. It is truly a touching scene..."
Hearing this, the old man's eyes rolled, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking towards the source of the sound with a look of surprise, only to see someone standing there in the shadow of the room.
No, no, there is indeed someone standing there!
A flash of shock and anger flashed in the old man's eyes, but he was suppressed in an instant. He held the armrests of the chair with both hands, trying to straighten his body, and then said solemnly, "I don't know if you have a distinguished guest coming here.
"A distinguished guest?"
In the shadows, the voice seemed to be sneering, but no matter how the old man looked, with his old and dim eyes, he could only see a figure, and nothing else could be seen.
"Oh, I have lived long enough. For me, even the Tenth Palace Yama comes to my door and is also an honored guest." The old man nodded, with a calm look on his face, without the slightest fear. "I have never been afraid in my life. Who?"
"I believe it." Faintly, the figure seemed to sigh, "But I am very curious, if you knew that not only you, but also your family would be annihilated today, would you still be able to remain calm? "
"What did you say?" The old man suddenly shrank. He looked at the black shadow in front of him carefully, as if he wanted to confirm something. After a long time, he sighed, "I probably know who you are."
"You were probably sent by Zhang Heng, right?" The old man chuckled, "Other than him, I don't think anyone has the courage to say such a thing in front of me... But it's a pity. He may have encountered something unexpected at this time.”
"If you really think so, you are totally wrong." After hearing this, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. An ordinary-looking young man walked to the area where the firelight could shine. Only then did the old man see that in front of him The young man seems to have a sinister aura, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, his eyes are bright, but there seems to be as deep as the night, able to reflect everything in the world...
Those are a pair of eyes that can absorb a person's soul.
"Zhang Heng!"
At this time, the old man's face finally turned ugly. His whole body trembled suddenly, and his peaceful face suddenly revealed a hint of indescribable ferocity, "You're not dead yet?"
Zhang Heng did not answer, but walked to the old man's side with his hands behind his back. He took his time to appreciate the photos of Xu Haoyu on the wall as if he were tasting them. After a long time, he sighed in a low voice, "Old man, you should have received the photos I received last year." Did you send me the New Year’s gift?”
Hearing this, the old man's body trembled again, and his hands trembled even more violently. His dry fingers tightly clasped the handle of the huanghuali wood recliner, almost squeezing his fingers completely in! At the same time, traces of blood slowly spread out from between the nails...