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Zhang Feng, who rushed out, did not stop killing, and the fruit knives in his hands flew out one after another.
The blade reflected the red light of the flames and flew into the body of the Japanese, spurting out scarlet blood that reflected the firelight.
The wailing sounds that gradually died down as they were surrounded by flames, and the screams of people whose lives were cut off by flying knives were mixed together. At this moment, the house completely turned into purgatory.
Wang Xiaojuan sat on the floor with her back against the wall. Her expression was still miserable. Just the simple action of sitting up from the ground made her face covered with sweat. As she breathed, the knife edges on her body became violent. pain.
She could feel the hot air waves through the door. She didn't know Zhang Feng's situation outside, but she had already made up her mind. As long as the enemy rushed in, she would shoot him!
There are seven bullets in the gun. She will leave six for the enemy and the last bullet for herself. The enemy will get nothing but her scarred body.
She was not sure that she could persevere under the inhuman torture on the ground without revealing the secret in her heart. The only thing she could do was to end her own life. If there was no chance to shoot herself, she would use the poisonous needle in her watch. The neurotoxin would Let yourself lose your life in three seconds. Although the latter is far more painful than shooting yourself, there is no alternative.
boom!
The door was knocked open from the outside. Wang Xiaojuan held the gun pointed at the door with both hands and was about to fire it, but she saw that the person who rushed in was not an enemy but Zhang Feng.
The finger that was originally resting on the trigger relaxed, and he said anxiously: "Don't worry about me, just go away. You must complete this mission no matter what, even...even if I beg you."
She didn't know how such a soft-spoken plea could come out of her own mouth. From ordinary troops to special forces, then becoming a leader in the special forces and finally joining 01, Wang Xiaojuan has never regarded herself as a woman.
She knew that if she regarded herself as a woman, the requirements for herself would be lowered, she would never have a chance to defeat a man, and she would never have a chance to join 01.
So her dictionary is always missing all words related to women, weak
Shy? Her dictionary only contains hard work, iron-bloodedness, and tenacity. As a woman, only a man who is better than a man can gain a firm foothold in the male-dominated army and become the best among them.
Hearing her words, Zhang Feng's lips curled into a smile, but he didn't say a word.
He strode over, put one hand through the crook of her leg, and put the other hand on her back.
With one hand, he hugged Wang Xiaojuan directly.
"You... let me down." Wang Xiaojuan's face was a little blushing, and even her imperfect face looked extremely charming. The voice was softer and weaker than she had ever imagined.
"What you said now doesn't count." Zhang Feng said coldly, walked quickly to the window, flicked his wrist, and stretched out a fruit knife.
Wow. The window was shattered by flying knives.
Although Wang Xiaojuan's body is slender, there is no fat, but strong muscles. Although she looks very slender, she weighs about 120 kilograms. At this moment, she is as light as nothing when she is held in Zhang Feng's arms.
He took two quick trots, ran towards the window and jumped out.
His eyes happened to rest on the black car parked on the street. The window was rolled down, and a man wearing sunglasses looked over with an expressionless face.
The two people's eyes collided. Zhang Feng's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make any sound. He just said secretly in his heart: "Wait and I will find you!"
"#%￥...%." The corner of the man's mouth also raised a sinister smile, and the mustache on his lips seemed to be full of ridicule.
Wang Xiaojuan, who was in her arms, understood Japanese and said softly: "He said he wanted to kill you."
"I don't know how many people have said this. Now I am still alive and well, but the person who said this is already dead." Zhang Feng said coldly and disdainfully.
The man's words were not addressed to Zhang Feng, but to the dozen or so big men next to the car.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, the blades of the samurai swords looked even more cold and severe!
"What should we do?" Wang Xiaojuan asked.
"What should I do? Run away, or else I'll wait here to die?" Zhang Feng asked back, then threw his legs and turned wildly to the side.
Run.
Holding Wang Xiaojuan in his arms, he ran wildly on the road, while groups of Japanese people carrying samurai swords chased after him. Black cars followed unhurriedly behind, and the man's eyes had a playful cat-and-mouse smile.
To him, this man and woman are just playthings in his hands. When he gets tired of playing with them, it's time to kill them. Killing them is no different than squeezing an ant to death.
There were few pedestrians on the street, and those who saw this scene had surprise and fear in their eyes. Those who could make a detour ran away, and those who could not be avoided simply knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, cowering. shrink.
Zhang Feng didn't know how far he ran. He just felt that his two arms were getting heavier and heavier, and the muscles in his arms were even more burning, as if they were about to break at any time.
Her face was covered with tears. Wang Xiaojuan, who was originally light and airy, now lacked the weight of a mountain.
Wang Xiaojuan also heard his increasingly heavy breathing, and said with a determined expression: "Zhang Feng, let me down. If this continues, I will drag you down to death. If you let me down now, you still have a chance to escape!"
"Fuck, you bitch, shut up. Mad, I don't have the strength to argue with you right now." Zhang Feng cursed loudly.
"Put me down!" Wang Xiaojuan kept struggling, trying to break free from Zhang Feng's arms. She knew that even if Zhang Feng could help her escape now, her injuries would not have any major impact on the subsequent actions. Instead, they would continue to be a drag.
"Are you really mentally ill? Marde, I really want to slap you in the face to wake you up!" Zhang Feng couldn't help but cursed.
The pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, and the man driving behind also shouted a series of words with a mocking tone.
Although he didn't understand what he said, Zhang Feng frowned and asked Wang Xiaojuan, "What did he say?"
"He asked you to keep running. He enjoyed this process very much." Wang Xiaojuan knew that her struggle would not make Zhang Feng let go of herself, so she stopped struggling and hooked her hands around Zhang Feng's neck, which could slightly reduce her weight. The burden on his arms was the only thing she could do now.