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"Ah!" A scream like a slaughtering pig suddenly sounded on the second floor, followed by the sound of a human body falling to the ground.
Zhang Feng, who was sitting against the kitchen wall, had a cold smile on his lips. It seemed that the fishhook placed on the window sill had worked.
Whether the barb of the fishhook is inserted into the foot or hand and is to be torn off, a piece of flesh will inevitably be torn off.
The enemy approached the second floor, but there was no anxiety on Zhang Feng's face. He knew in his heart that this time was just a prelude, and the real climax was yet to come.
The sound of the lock on the front door on the first floor being broken was heard, and two short men holding samurai swords in both hands walked into the house step by step.
The entire room was in complete darkness, and the door was now open, and the remaining light outside reflected the two of them.
As they walked forward, they felt the feeling of breaking the thin thread under their feet.
The two men lowered their heads subconsciously. At this moment, there was a sound of piercing the sky above their heads. Before they even had time to react, sharp arrows penetrated their necks from top to bottom, nailing their bodies to the floor.
The bell on the second floor rang. Zhang Feng raised his head slightly and looked towards the head of the stairs. The sneer at the corner of his mouth became even colder. The enemy had reached the second floor and wanted to surround him? Don't you think of yourself as a three-year-old child? Or their IQ is just at this level.
The gentle footsteps were getting closer and closer to the stairs. Zhang Feng listened to their footsteps and muttered silently in his heart: "3! 2! 1! Explosion!"
boom!
A violent explosion suddenly sounded, followed by heart-rending screams one after another.
The power of homemade explosives cannot be compared with military TNT or C4, so Zhang Feng mixed inch-long steel nails and iron sand into the explosives.
Explosives were placed on both sides of the stairs. The stairs were narrow and the explosion occurred. The iron nails shot out by the impact of the explosion directly penetrated into the body and penetrated deeply into the flesh.
The iron sand is like a spray gun. It shoots a large area on the skin. Although it is not fatal, it is enough to cause huge damage.
The wooden stairs were directly destroyed in the explosion, and the only connection between the first and second floors was lost. If you want to enter from the second floor to the first floor, you can only jump.
Come down.
Jumping down will inevitably make a noise, which is enough to attract his attention, and Zhang Feng definitely used more than three days to prepare.
Zhang Feng knew that his life was worthless, but it wasn't something that could be taken away by anyone who wanted to. Without paying a sufficient price, not to mention his life, even a single hair of his own hair would be untouchable.
Bang bang bang.
The Japanese men who fell to the ground from the stairs turned into rolling gourds, rolling on the floor with a tearing roar.
Zhang Feng, who was sitting in the kitchen, finally stood up, lowered his body and quietly touched over, picking up the samurai sword they left on the ground.
In the darkness, a cold blade flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, all the Japanese men who were screaming had their mouths shut, and they shut their mouths forever.
The room once again fell into deathly silence, except for the strong smell of blood.
Carrying the samurai sword with blood dripping from the tip, Zhang Feng returned to the kitchen.
From this position, you can see the door of the room where Wang Xiaojuan is located, and you can also clearly see the main entrance, with a very wide field of vision.
As long as you lower your head slightly, you can shrink your body behind the bar, which can be regarded as a terrain where you can advance and retreat.
The enemy's arrival in such a fierce manner will naturally not end in an anticlimactic manner.
After a brief silence, the sound of broken glass suddenly sounded, one after another.
Then there was the sound of people jumping in and landing on the floor, but the first men who jumped in instantly became cannon fodder.
Arrows shot out from strange angles and pierced into their bodies. Those who were lucky enough to be pierced in their limbs could save their lives. Once the knife is pierced into the torso, the internal organs will be injured. If the injury is critical, I am afraid that the Japanese bullshit emperor will not be able to save their lives.
Zhang Feng did not take any action in all this, and all used powerful springs to fire.
The man who jumped in through the window again managed to land on the floor, making a squeaking sound when his feet stepped on the wooden floor.
Zhang Feng also stood up and held the fruit knives he had prepared in his hands.
There are no shoes on your feet, which ensures that the sound made by stepping on the floor is very slight.
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Stick to the wall to ensure that you are always in darkness.
He raised his ears and woke up carefully, pulled out a fruit knife and suddenly threw it into the darkness.
The fruit knife checked the dried flowers on the table, cut off the branches, and shot at a Japanese man who had just walked out of the darkness.
The man felt the murderous aura coming towards him, roared, and suddenly waved the katana in his hand to hit the 'hidden weapon' that was flying towards him.
Uh-huh. The katana slashed across him diagonally, but the fruit knife plunged into his throat in the next step.
Blood gushed out crazily from the wounds in his mouth and neck.
His eyes were full of pain, and the katana in his hand could no longer be held and fell to the floor with a clang, and his knees softened and he knelt down. Then the pain in his eyes turned to deathly gray, the body tilted and fell, and the person was already dead and could no longer die.
Zhang Feng, who shot the fruit knife, did not have any doubts about his accuracy and moved quietly, hiding his body in the darkness again.
Hold your breath and concentrate, quietly waiting for the opportunity.
Originally he was tracked and discovered by the enemy, but he found out that the enemy was in the dark. Now Zhang Feng used the monitor set up nearby to detect the enemy one step ahead, and then turned off the power switch. Using these two seemingly very simple methods, the situation of both parties was reversed.
Although the large number of people in the local area has a home field advantage, Zhang Feng is able to move around in a small space and maximize his own advantages.
Hiding in a dark corner of the room, a Japanese man slowly came over not long after. He searched around with a sly look but did not realize that he was getting closer and closer to Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng held his breath and concentrated, as if he had completely merged into the night. Just when the man turned his back to him, Zhang Feng moved, and the dagger in his hand was inserted directly into his neck from the side.
"Ah—" A tearing scream sounded, but it stopped abruptly as Zhang Feng turned the knife handle.
Blood spurted out from the expanding wound, splattered on Zhang Feng's arm, and fell to the ground in drops.
He did not choose to cover his mouth. Zhang Feng just wanted his screams to tell other people who entered the house that if they wanted to kill him, they should be prepared to be killed by him. The murderer will always be killed. .