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Pulling out the fruit knife in his hand from the enemy's neck inch by inch, the blade rubbed against the bones and made a tooth-sharp sound similar to a rat chewing on wood.
The hot blood from his neck spurted out along with his shrill screams.
Zhang Feng had a cruel sneer on his lips. He wanted all the enemies in the house to clearly hear the screams of their companions.
Destroying someone's heart is far more cruel than killing their life.
The screams attracted all the enemies in the house. The nearest enemy immediately let out a wild beast-like howl and charged towards Zhang Feng with a samurai sword raised in both hands.
"Looking for death? Then I will grant your wish." Zhang Feng's gloomy voice sounded in the room.
The fruit knife he pulled out from his neck was covered in blood, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.
The fruit knife holds two knife flowers in the palm of the hand, and flies out, turning into a cold light.
The body of the man in front and behind him suddenly stiffened, and his eyes in the darkness suddenly stared as if they were about to pop out of his eye sockets, but it was also destined that his eyes would not be able to see the fruit knife inserted between his own eyebrows.
The inertia of forward motion caused him to jump forward after being hit by the knife, and his face fell to the ground. The katana in his hand fell to the floor.
Zhang Feng had already disappeared again amidst his screams.
Two people in a row were killed in the house, and the heart-rending screams seemed to still echo in the enemy's ears. At this moment, it was quiet again, no, it should be said to be deathly quiet.
The atmosphere was so solemn that only the heavy breathing of the enemy could be heard. Even for a while, all the enemies no longer dared to move, for fear that the footsteps would attract the attention of the killer in the darkness and lose their lives.
Zhang Feng did not move to other places, but quietly returned to the kitchen.
He took the wine bottle next to him and clenched it in his hand, raising the corners of his mouth into a sneer.
Now the enemy found his hiding place and came to kill him. If he didn't teach them a profound lesson, then he wouldn't be Zhang Feng.
At the same time, he also knew in his heart that the enemies outside were not official members of the Japanese country. Using such assassination methods to deal with him was not
The people in that club were from Kunsha's faction.
Compared with these two forces, Zhang Feng was more worried about the intervention of the Japanese government. After all, compared with the state's violent machine, these bastards were just dregs.
He waited quietly, not in a hurry. Whoever's patience ran out first would be exposed.
Breathing slowly, making almost no sound. His body was pressed against the wall without moving at all, and his whole body was completely integrated into the dark environment.
"￥%... &&" A man's roar suddenly came from the street outside the door.
Although I don't understand what this bird's chirping means, I can guess what it means from the tone. It is nothing more than telling these people to take action quickly and not to be timid.
The sneer on his face became stronger and stronger. Do it quickly? It's nothing more than letting these people die quickly.
Sure enough, footsteps sounded again in the room, but compared to the arrogance before, the footsteps became very gentle. It seemed that these Japanese people were also a little afraid and no longer dared to attack openly.
Hearing the sound of footsteps in his ears, he locked the position of an enemy and threw out the wine bottle in his hand.
Needless to say, he was very accurate, as the wine bottle turned and hit the enemy.
The Japanese man also heard the sound of breaking through the air, and quickly waved his samurai sword to slash at the wine bottle that was flying towards him.
"ah!"
"Bang!" The samurai sword struck the wine bottle squarely, shattering with a sound, and bursting into a huge flame.
The liquid inside splashed on the Japanese people and instantly turned into a ball of flame.
"Ah!" A shrill scream came from the Japanese man's mouth. The flames grew bigger and bigger. He threw away his katana and rolled on the ground while screaming.
The companion next to him wanted to go over to help, but as soon as he came over, the flames touched his clothes and burned instantly. The Japanese man was so frightened that he quickly took off his clothes, even though his skin was already burned.
The Japanese people rolling on the ground became more and more powerless, and the screams in their mouths became more and more shrill but less powerful.
"Ah...ah!" The screams slowly became hoarse, then the vocal cords broke, and finally fell silent.
The sneer on Zhang Feng's face was not at all due to his misery.
It screams and disappears, and even blooms more intensely. If it were not an enemy, even a stray kitten or puppy could make him feel compassionate. Facing the enemy's screams, his heart would be as hard as a rock.
Being kind to your enemies is cruelty to yourself, and this is not empty talk.
The Molotov cocktail made by Zhang Feng does not use a fuse, but uses cotton soaked in white phosphorus at the mouth of the bottle.
White phosphorus is extremely chemically unstable and can spontaneously ignite even at very low temperatures. With the strong impact of the katana, the white phosphorus burned instantly, igniting the turbid solid-liquid mixture in the bottle.
These mixtures are all highly adherent and flammable substances. They burn instantly when ignited by a white phosphorus open flame and cannot be easily extinguished when attached to the human body.
The corpse fell on the floor and no longer looked like a human body, but a burning fireball.
The sound of 'pop' flames resounded in the air, and at the same time the stench of burning flesh spread everywhere.
The flames even ignited the nearby furniture and began to emit thick smoke. It will not take long for the entire house to completely burn, and then everything will be turned into ashes under the burning flames.
Zhang Feng did not choose to lurk, and stood up slowly, using the light brought by the blazing flames to see clearly the positions of the enemies in the house.
His hand didn't stop, and he threw out the Molotov cocktails one after another.
"Bang bang bang..." The sound of explosions continued, and at the same time huge fireballs were screamed and struggling.
The whole house seemed to have completely turned into a hell on earth, and these enemies who were burned at the stake were destined to suffer the uncontrollable torture of their souls forever and never be reincarnated.
Although Zhang Feng was alone, from the beginning of the battle to the present, he did not let his enemies who were dozens of times more powerful take advantage of him at all, and he took advantage of every opportunity.
It can even be said that everything that happened in the house was what he expected.
With fruit knives clasped in the palms of both hands, he quickly ran out of the kitchen and headed straight for the room where Wang Xiaojuan was.
Now that the flames are burning so fiercely, it won't take long before the entire house will be engulfed in flames. If she is not taken away quickly, I am afraid that with her current injuries, she will be buried in the flames.