275.
After briefly checking the woman's injuries, Zhang Feng shook his head slightly.
He had lost too much blood, his pupils had begun to dilate, and there was no way he could be saved.
"I'm sorry!" Zhang Feng opened his mouth to make a mouth gesture, but no sound came out.
He reached out to cover the woman's eyes and quickly inserted the dagger into the woman's neck.
Twist, pull out, kill with one strike!
I'm sorry because Zhang Feng couldn't save her. What he could do was to reduce the pain she had to go through before she died.
Zhang Feng is not a saint, there is only so much he can do.
Holding the blood-stained dagger, Zhang Feng walked out of the room. This blood debt will naturally be recorded on Kun Sha's head, and he will be properly settled with him.
Isn't it just a way to torture people? Zhang Feng knew a lot, but he wanted to let Kun Sha give it a try.
After walking out of the room, he went straight to the next room.
I searched three rooms in a row, but they were all empty and nothing was found.
There is only one room left on the entire second floor.
Walking to the door, Zhang Feng slowly put his hand on the door handle and turned it slowly.
At this moment, his ears moved slightly and he heard the slightest movement, his face suddenly changed, and his pupils suddenly shrank into needles.
Without any hesitation or pause, the body suddenly rushed to the side.
Almost at the same time, the rifle suddenly roared.
For a moment, the door panel was beaten into a sieve, whizzing bullets hit the wall, and the wall surface spattered and collapsed.
Zhang Feng, who flew sideways to the ground, put his palms on the ground, and his body scraped against the smooth floor for a distance of three to four meters.
Bounced up from the ground, he quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed the muzzle at the door, and stared at it.
The gunfire rang out without warning, and then stopped without warning, changing from restless to terrifying silence again.
It was so quiet that it was as if he could hear his own breathing and heartbeat. Zhang Feng stood in the corridor with his shoulders leaning against the wall, holding his pistol straight and pointing the muzzle at the broken door. He was concentrating on it. As long as someone rushed out of the door, he would be there immediately. Pull the trigger.
His ears listened carefully to even the tiniest sounds. If it weren't for his extremely sharp hearing, he would have been beaten to pieces by the bullets that flew through the door panel just a moment ago.
Holding the pistol in one hand, the other hand reached into his pocket and slid the cell phone into the palm of his hand.
Press and hold your finger on the dial key to make a beep sound.
This is the way to contact the intelligence services in an emergency.
After the intelligence department receives it, it will lock Zhang Feng's location through the GPS positioning system embedded in the mobile phone and respond as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a black figure flew out from the shattered door panel.
Zhang Feng's finger suddenly pulled the trigger, and the bullet roared out of the muzzle.
'Da da da' bullets were shot out continuously from the muzzle of the gun.
After Zhang Feng saw clearly what was flying out, his expression changed drastically and he secretly said something bad.
What rushed out was not a 'person' at all, but a single-person sofa!
"Made!" He cursed secretly in his heart.
The next second, a dark spherical object was thrown out and flew towards Zhang Feng.
"Grass."
Zhang Feng was the first to confirm that what flew out was a genuine grenade!
There was no retreat, the corridor was narrow, and even if you retreated a few meters, you couldn't escape the range covered by grenade shrapnel.
Zhang Feng suddenly rushed forward and threw his body forward, like a goalkeeper on a football field.
He flew out, used the grenade in mid-air with one hand, and then threw it with all his strength towards the other end of the corridor.
"Bang." His body fell flat on the ground. He had no time to feel the pain and held his head decisively.
"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded.
The flying shrapnel swished into the wall, and some even rubbed Zhang Feng's back, sending a chill down his spine.
What followed was a powerful shock wave and concussion and dust from the wall exploding.
"What the hell, you're even crazier than me." He growled lowly, stood up under the cover of smoke and quickly got into the room.
Just when he saw Kunsha standing in front of the window, ready to jump down, he decisively drew out his pistol and was about to shoot.
Kunsha, who had one foot on the window sill, also looked back at Zhang Feng who rushed in. A crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't care about the situation at all. He picked up the rifle in his arms and looked directly at Zhang Feng. pull
trigger.
Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched twice and gave up the plan of shooting. If he had fired at Kunsha in the same way, he would probably both end up dead.
Although there is no lack of courage and madness in our bones to die together, it is not worth it to die with such a guy who is worse than a beast, and now is not the time to die together.
The body dodged, and the sound of gunshots sounded like crazy.
After the gunfire, Kunsha had jumped from the window.
Zhang Feng didn't hesitate at all. He took two steps and didn't step on the window sill at all. Instead, he jumped out.
Kunsha's front feet landed on the grass, and Zhang Feng's back feet landed on the ground. He rolled away from the inertia of the fall, knelt on one knee, raised his pistol, and shouted: "Kunsha, take one more step forward." Don’t blame me for shooting!”
Hearing Zhang Feng's roar, Kun Sha stopped running, turned around slowly, and looked at Zhang Feng with a crazy look on his face.
"Put down the gun!" He said coldly.
The crazy smile on Kunsha's face grew stronger, and he threw the rifle in his hand to the ground, his face full of twisted madness.
There was such a big commotion, and the surrounding residents were also awakened, but no one dared to come forward. They all hid in their own villas and peeked secretly.
It's just that the number of the Tokyo Police Department has been buzzing, and the security guards in the villa area have received the news and rushed here quickly.
Kunsha turned his head left and right, and when he saw security guards coming over, his expression became more and more hysterical.
Zhang Feng also noticed the security guards coming over and frowned, knowing that he could not delay any longer and had to take Kunsha out of the villa area as soon as possible to wait for the intelligence personnel to respond.
When the security guards surrounded him and the police were bound to come, it would not be so easy to take Kunsha away smoothly.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Kun Sha's eyebrows, and he quickly approached him. When he was still three meters away from him, Zhang Feng stared at Kun Sha, and he couldn't help but feel surprised in his heart.
There is nothing wrong with the person in front of him being Kunsha, but how could he be like this? Kunsha has been traversing the chaotic land for half his life. His exact age is unknown, but he must be over fifty.
But Kunsha in front of him looked to be about thirty years old, and his eyes had a faint pink color, which was like the color of blood that has been diluted.