The scene after the explosion was extremely tragic. The old concrete floor cracked in large areas, and even rubble broke out. At this time, nearly 30 people who were at the gate were nowhere to be seen.
"People... Where's the people?"
Under the dizziness, Zhang Feng knocked his head hard and tried to restrain the shaking vision. Finally, he saw that a vague shadow moved.
Looking intently again, it was a security guard wearing a black suit, struggling to get up on the ground more than ten meters outside the factory.
"Don't move, I'll save you!"
Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and rushed out of the factory building.
Before he rushed to save someone, he had frozen in shape.
In the open space outside the factory door, there was a fan shape with a radius of about ten meters. There were people falling on the ground everywhere. Some were groaning, some were motionless, and some were coughing up blood...
These people are all guards!
For an instant, Zhang Feng was heartbroken.
He rushed to the nearest guard, quickly picked him up from the place, and called out loudly: "Brother, wake up..."
no respond.
Tanmai... I didn't feel anything.
"Brother... Take a step forward and wait for me to avenge you!"
Zhang Feng gently put down his guards, glanced at his eagle eyes, and suddenly discovered that there were more than 20 guards who were still able to move at this time, but only eight.
"Ah... Come out, I'll come out and die for Lao Tzu!"
Crazy, Zhang Feng grabbed a gravel from the ground, moved his ears a little, turned around and threw the stone out.
A cannonball flew over the scene, and the opposite wall exploded a large amount of smoke and dust. The smoke and dust dissipated. There was a basketball hole on the wall.
Under the fence, a man collapsed to the ground, his face full of horror from the rest of his life, sweat mixed with dust, leaving a strange face.
"Don't go!"
Zhang Feng shouted, and his figure appeared more than ten meters away in a flash, and Ye Feng Jueying's body technique was like a flash under the blessing of anger.
In the next moment, Zhang Feng came to the assassin.
"Surrender... Please let go..."
The killer was so frightened that he was about to surrender.
Before he finished speaking, a big foot covered the light and printed on his face, and then there was a muffled sound.
The scene of the rotten watermelon bursting is not easy to describe too much. Anyway, Zhang Feng used the most cruel method.
, Killed the killer.
The assassin group composed of twelve S-level assassins, except for the escaped Big Jack, so far, there are five people left.
The anger in Zhang Feng's chest did not diminish as a result. He turned around and shouted again: "Who else, come out!"
At the outer door of the factory building, a guard got up, pointed to a small two-story building that had collapsed halfway, and shouted: "Guardian, I saw a killer running in, two!"
In an instant, Zhang Feng's hair was about to stand up, and he fit and threw out, flashing generally, every time the figure appeared, it was ten meters away.
Three seconds, three flashes, he has appeared downstairs in the second floor.
"Zhang Feng, die!"
With no glass windows on the second floor, a black-faced male assassin came out and threw a black iron egg.
Zhang Feng didn't pay any attention to it at all, jumped and passed Tie Dan.
"Boom!" The iron egg exploded, red smoke filled the ground, but Zhang Feng had already rushed into the second floor window.
"Ah..." the scream went on, and then another black ball flew out of the window, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and left a trail of blood.
"People... Heads..."
The guard who reported to Zhang Feng stood there cramped.
He turned around and said to several other guards who could sit up: "I didn't see the sect master carrying a weapon. Was the assassin his head screwed off by the sect master's bare hands?"
The others nodded together, each with a horrified expression.
Sometimes it’s too violent, and you will be frightened.
Before these guards could slow down, another black sphere flew out of the window on the second floor, fell to the ground, and rolled with the previous "sphere".
Then, Zhang Feng appeared in the window, jumped out gently, leaped seven or eight meters, and landed beside the two "spheres".
Both hands were stained red with blood, and the white tunic suit on his body was also spotty. The cold breath spread, and the guards swallowed with fright.
"I ran one, and there are three left. Give me the one with the handle, lest I get caught. These two killers are your fate!"
Zhang Feng fingered two "spheres" on the ground and shouted loudly.
If you come out, you will die. If you don't come out, you will be screwed off. Who can bear such a terrifying threat
S-level killer, everyone has dozens of lives in his hands, it is heart
Hard as iron, but Carlos and the other two assassins who were hiding in the dark were so frightened that they could hardly move, let alone put them to death.
"Door master, behind the wall over there, I really want to see a shadow jumping over!" Another guard stood up strongly and pointed out the direction to Zhang Feng.
Without needing a response, Zhang Feng rushed over.
It is impossible to climb over the wall or anything, just kick it up, and then the whole wall falls.
There was not much smoke and dust rising in the sky, and the heavy rain last night soaked the wall, so Zhang Feng saw two people running wildly at a glance.
"Want to go?"
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth stretched out, and he kicked out with a kick, half of the brick flew out, and then another kick, kicking half of the brick again.
The two halves of slabs, like precision guided missiles, smashed the falling raindrops all the way, and went straight to the two killers.
"Puff..." A killer who was running wild, his head disappeared out of thin air, his body continued to run forward for two steps before he fell to the ground, and turned his head halfway, and then landed a few meters away.
His head didn't fall off, but the back of his neck was cracked, his head was in a weird posture, his face pressed to his chest...
The other killer wasn't much better either. A slight cracking sound spread. He fell to the ground, his head twisted to one side, and the back of his head collapsed completely.
"The master... mighty!"
A guard yelled, witnessing Zhang Feng's strength with his own eyes, and he was as excited as he was doing his own hands.
Then the other active guards began to cheer.
Finally, victory was won.
"One more, Carlos, get out of me!"
Zhang Feng turned around and roared like thunder.
A dozen guards have been lost, and if you don't kill all these assassins, you will never end your hatred.
"Zhang Feng, I am here!"
Carlos' voice came, and Zhang Feng immediately turned his head to look.
At this look, his eyes narrowed slightly.
At the entrance of the factory, Carlos, a bald killer from South America and Pakistan, stood there, holding a dagger in his hand, and lay it across the neck of the man in front of him.
And the man who was kidnapped was surprisingly Ding Xiaoshan.
"Brother Shan..."
When the guards saw this, they lost their voices in exclamation, the joy of victory dissipated, and the atmosphere instantly solidified.
"Zhang Feng, this person is very important to you, let me go, or I will kill him!" Carlos roared with a grin.
(End of this chapter)