Five minutes ago, Andrew escaped from the outer wall of the hospital in embarrassment. He rushed out before landing, fell twice in a row, got up, crossed the road, and rushed into an alley.
Afterwards, Dong Xiaodao and the two dark night gate disciples came out of the wall, locked onto Andrew's back, and chased them madly.
This scene was clearly seen by a group of people on the bus outside the hospital gate.
"Andrew failed and didn't lead away Zhang Feng, the damn S-level killer, it's not reliable at all!" Zhou Yaowu, who was playing with an iron gall, sneered with disdain.
Others play with iron guts as a pair, but he only has one in his hand.
No one dared to question. The other five people in the car all knew Zhou Yaowu's hobbies, and the iron gall in his hand was not something for practicing fingers, it was a real weapon.
The iron gall is passing by, flying sand and stone, known as: flying sand gall!
How powerful is Zhou Yaowu's "flying sand gall", which is not a small outsider. It is said that when Zhou Yaowu walked the rivers and lakes to hone martial arts, he was very good at using migratory locust stones as hidden weapons, and he was very famous.
Later, he fought with others and lost in hidden weapon kung fu. Since then, he retired from the world and returned to the Zhou family. Outsiders did not know that he used the Zhou family's financial resources to specially make iron gall for himself as a hidden weapon.
At this time, Zhou Yaowu despised Andrew, but others did not dare to interrupt, for fear of incurring jealousy and causing trouble to his upper body. You know, Zhou Yaowu's careful eye is well-known among the four giants in Tang Capital.
"Lao Zhou, should we do it?"
A Zhou family martial artist asked, he was also an eighth rank, and was familiar with Zhou Yaowu, otherwise he would not dare to speak.
Zhou Yaowu's cold eyes seemed to be able to stare at the hospital building through the car curtains.
For a long time, he grinned a few times: "The time when a person is most relaxed is when he has the lowest vigilance. He has just experienced an assassination. At the beginning, he must be tense. It will take a few minutes before he relaxes. At this time, This is our chance!"
"Old Zhou, are you planning to kill Zhang Feng directly?" the companion asked in surprise.
It should be noted that the strength of Zhang Feng was learned from the four families, especially the dozens of martial artists raised by the Su family were completely destroyed, which shocked the four families deeply, and caused them to dare not directly attack Zhang Feng.
, Have to make a bunch of conspiracies.
Zhou Yaowu didn’t think so. He glanced coldly at the five people in the car, and said, “We have three 8-rank masters and three 7-ranks. With such power, Zhang Feng is only at 8-rank no matter how powerful he is. Can Nezha's three-headed six-armed fail
Even if he becomes Nezha, six of us with twelve hands can't beat him? "
The tone was full of arrogance and disdain. On the one hand, he was very confident. After all, he was an eight-rank martial artist. Among the martial artists, he was a first-class master. On the other hand, what he said was the truth.
"But..." The Zhou family warrior still hesitated.
Zhou Yaohui waved his hand to interrupt him, stood up and said fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense, the time is up, we should take action. If there are no other warriors around Zhang Feng, we will kill him directly. Carry out the original plan, lead him away, and attack his wife and mother-in-law!"
The six masters in the car immediately put on their masks, and each checked their weapons, including long swords, long knives, iron hooks, shields, short spears, short spears, and even a warrior. They held two weapons. nunchucks.
"set off!"
Zhou Yaowu gave an order, and the six people quickly got out of the car, crossed the road, climbed over the fence, and sneaked in through an open window on the first floor of the hospital building.
In less than a minute, they followed the stairwell to the tenth floor, followed the corridor, and carefully approached the ward where Qin Hongyi was.
There is no one in the hallway. A cleaner is cleaning the remaining blood in the hallway. The work is about to end. He is cleaning the mop in the bucket.
Zhou Yaowu probed this scene at the corner of the corridor, turned his head and nodded to the others, then rushed out with his body skills like a shadow, without any light sound.
The cleaner was unprepared and was cut on the back of his neck with a hand knife. As soon as his neck was tilted, his head pressed against his shoulder.
With one blow, the cervical spine was interrupted!
It can be seen that Zhou Yaowu's brutality was a painful killer to a stranger without threat.
Zhou Yaowu grabbed the cleaner by the back of his neck, slowly placed him on the ground, and winked at his companions, and the six people slowly approached the door of the ward.
They move well and cooperate with each other well, it's obvious
, This is not the first assassination business.
When he arrived at the door, Zhou Yaowu hated the cautious action, and made sure that there was no one else to guard Zhang Feng, so he completely abandoned his low profile.
"Zhang Feng, take my life!"
The moment the thunderous roar sounded, he kicked the door of the room, and amid a loud noise, the door fell down and made a loud noise again.
What Zhou Yaowu expected was that Zhang Feng hurriedly responded with a panic on his face. However, the fact is that there is no one in the ward as far as he can see, and the patients who should have been lying down are gone.
"Ok?"
Others looked at it, and Qi Qi made a surprised voice.
"Run?" a companion whispered.
"Fart, how can Zhang Feng be so smart?"
Zhou Yaowu broke out on the spot, and he was furious and about to rush into the ward.
At this moment, a calm figure came out from behind the wall, as if shopping with his girlfriend, very leisurely, he raised his head and revealed an indifferent face.
"There are a lot of people, so, I already know who is instigating you."
With a disdainful opening, Zhang Feng's eyes were extremely cold, just like the eyes of the dead.
Repeated attacks completely angered the killing gods in the world.
"Are you Zhang Feng?"
Zhou Yaowu stared at Zhang Feng with eyes like a dead fish. He couldn't see his face under the mask, but from the look in his eyes, he was very angry.
After all, using a violent way to frighten the enemy will be great if you succeed, but if you fail, you will be embarrassed, like a clown.
"There is no need to introduce yourself, anyway, you are all going to die." Zhang Feng said indifferently, peeking at his waist, with a soft sword in his hand.
With a flick of the sword, the soft sword stretched straight, and let out a vague dragon chant, which made the fighting spirit continue to rise.
Seeing this, Zhou Yaowu narrowed his eyes, raised the long knife in his hand, pointed directly at Zhang Feng, and his fighting spirit also soared.
As a martial artist of the eighth rank, he immediately felt Zhang Feng's fighting spirit. He admitted that he underestimated Zhang Feng.
"You are the person with the strongest fighting spirit among the warriors I have ever met. It's a pity that you met me, and today is your death date!" Zhou Yaowu shouted in a deep voice.
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth raised, "That's because you have little knowledge!"
Zhou Yaowu was furious, and he had never been so underestimated after he had been walking in the arena for many years. He immediately shouted and swung his knife at Zhang Feng.
(End of this chapter)