The sound of killing shouted back in the hotel building. The sound spread, and the whole town fell into silence. No residents dared to walk out of the house. In this remote town, the people can only live cautiously. The dark will be them. Never can't afford it.
On the third floor of the hotel, Zhang Feng was sitting on the chair in Room 308 with a cold face and a smile at the corner of his mouth. There was a cup of tea on the small round tea table beside him, and the slight water vapor was rising.
Behind him are two sisters, Siqing and Siyu, who are still wearing T-shirts and pleated skirts, but with long leggings, they seem to be ready to fight.
Xue Chen was still in that big purple dress, with his fingers playing with his big wavy hair and beautiful eyes, sweeping towards Zhang Feng one after another.
"Are you relieved Song Chunyu?"
For a while, she asked aloud.
Zhang Feng swept his eyes and smiled indifferently: "The tactical team of the Dark Yemen Zhanzitang is still a complete one. It is enough to let go and eliminate a small school, not to mention, this is the Chunyu team. Among them, the one with the highest combat power!"
Xue Chen raised his eyebrows noncommitantly, and glanced back at the two children sitting in their arms, as well as Ye Qingxuan and Li Jiangying who were guarding the children.
"How much power do you have?" she asked again.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng's mouth showed a wicked smile, and said indifferently: "It is less than 30%, but if you make a full shot, it will be enough to destroy this group!"
More than five years of assassin's career has created his incomparable self-confidence. It is not that he has never encountered a more difficult situation than this time.
"Confidence, I didn't say it!" Xue Chen curled his lips and looked disgusted.
With a slap, Zhang Feng slapped a palm on the table, stood up, and said proudly: "Sister Chen, don't underestimate people, I will deal with them, you help me take good care of the four of them!"
After that, he strode out of the room.
As Xue Chen watched, the smile on his face disappeared quickly, and he stood up and said to the two big, two small and four women who were fucking: "Stay here, don’t go anywhere, I will leave thinking and thinking about rain to protect you. If... If the person who comes in is not me or Zhang Feng, you...better commit suicide!"
After that, I threw an exquisite dagger, less than a palm length, and the blade curved like a claw. It is famous.
Ding's dragon tooth special war dagger.
Staring at the dagger, Ye Qingxuan's pupils shrunk to the size of a needle. She gritted her teeth, and she reached out to grab it, only to get one step ahead of her with the other hand.
It was Li Jiangying. She held the dagger tightly and said to Xue Chen: "Sister Chen, don't worry, I will never live to be humiliated!"
Xue Chen smiled leisurely: "Don't worry, if you are upstairs, Zhang Feng will give up his life and wipe out the enemy. I will test you and I will barely pass."
Shrugging, I didn't know where it came from, took out the same dagger, and threw it to Ye Qingxuan.
"This time I really made you pay attention. Zhang Feng's strength is only 30%. I am afraid that he is not as good as an eighth rank martial artist. I will help him. Be careful!"
Xue Chen's face changed, leaving a glamorous and decisive smile, and turned to leave.
Ye Qingxuan and Li Jiangying each held a dagger, their small faces were stern, obviously nervous, but they carried a determination similar to Xue Chen.
"I want a dagger too!"
Majestic got up from her sex, and actually pulled out a dagger longer than her forearm from under the quilt, and the dagger shone brightly under the light.
"Where did you get the dagger?" Ye Qingxuan asked in surprise.
Majestic squeezed her face, finger Li Jiangying: "Hidden by Ying's mother!"
Li Jiangying blushed and said to Ye Qingxuan: "Sister Ye Zi, on the isolated island, we don't have the power to resist at all. I just want to get something to defend myself, even if I can't hurt the enemy, I can use it to commit suicide."
When these words were said, it showed that she was determined to stay with Zhang Feng and was also prepared to deal with danger.
"You did a good job, but it's better to let Zhang Feng teach you martial arts!" Ye Qingxuan smiled helplessly. This sister, she has accepted it by herself.
The two women looked at each other and nodded.
Seeing this scene, Siqing and Siyu also glanced at each other, and silently took out their weapons from under their skirts. They were exquisite... pistols!
On the stairs, the battle continued, but Song Chunyu had given up on the second floor. At this time, the entire Chunyu team was guarded at the top of the stairs on the third floor, still using the second tactic. Five people stood by in a row, while the rest were waiting for shifts.
At the end of the squad, Dong Xiaodao and the other four were guards of the Security Department. The accusation was protection. This kind of battle is not their strength.
Once arrived
The last moment is when they are desperate.
The shouting and killing continued. Suddenly, a dark figure rushed up from the stairs. He was holding two large axes, as if Li Kui was alive, and swept across with a double axe, breaking the team's first defense.
"Ah..." a scream sounded, and all five people were knocked into the air.
One of them was hit in the abdomen with an axe, and his intestines were scraped out. He fell on the ground and wailed without strength, trying to stuff his intestines back into his stomach.
"Eight rank martial artist, retreat, retreat!"
When Song Chunyu saw this, his face was anxious and ferocious, and he yelled, pushing forward to buy time for the wounded to retreat.
Two team members quickly grabbed the shoulders of the seriously injured companion and dragged him to the rear. The other three wounded members crawled or walked and retreated quickly.
"Bang-bang-bang..." There were a few harsh impacts, and Song Chunyu and the Philippine eighth-rank martial artist handed over.
Song Chunyu is the cultivation base of the pinnacle of the seventh rank, and may break through the eighth rank at any time, but there is still a huge gap between him and the real eighth rank. In a few short strokes, although he blocked the opponent's axe with a short knife, he was helpless. Back and forth again and again, already back into the array.
The defense of the stairs on the third floor is broken!
Very critical, a whistle sounded, Song Chunyu's eyes lit up, and he leaned over and lowered his head without hesitation.
Then, a cold light cut through time and space and appeared above his head.
"what!"
The Filipino warrior who used the double axe suddenly let out a scream, abandoned an axe, and covered his eyes with his hands.
The blood ran down his fingers, and an iron fork used to eat cakes pierced his eyes.
Song Chunyu raised her head fiercely, waving his hand with a knife.
The cold light passed by, and a terrifying wound was cut on the neck of the Philippine eighth rank martial artist, and the blood soared to the top of the corridor, staining the boss.
The dignified eighth rank martial artist was killed by a single knife.
"whole team!"
Song Chunyu gave a loud order, stepped back into the array two steps, and looked back.
He only saw a dark figure quietly walking into a room.
"The sect master has taken action, everyone cheer up and let the sect master see what our sixth team is capable of!" Song Chunyu took a deep breath and shouted loudly.
There was a roar in the corridor, the morale of the team was lifted, and the fighting spirit soared.
(End of this chapter)