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With a flash of the guard's hand, the dancer's body exploded out, and the distance of five meters disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Put your hands in your pockets and suddenly pull them out!
Each hand holds an exquisite silver butterfly knife, and the blades are flying and spinning, which is extremely mysterious.
The guard's face changed drastically, and he was about to pull the trigger, but it took him a while and then he did it quickly.
Two cold blades flashed past, and the guard's wrist was cut off at the wrist, and the pistol in his palm fell to the ground.
Blood spurted out from the severed wrist, like water spurting from a burst faucet.
He didn't even have a chance to shout before another blade slashed across his throat.
Blood splashed out, splashed on the dancer's flawless face, and slowly dripped down.
With a pure white face and drops of colorful blood, the dancer becomes more and more charming.
The throat and trachea were cut directly, blood flowed out bubblingly, and the look in his eyes quickly faded into a burst of deathly gray.
Use the corpse's clothes to wipe off the blood on the butterfly knife, and step past the corpse.
He put away the butterfly knife, took out an old-fashioned revolver from his waist and held it in his hand.
Entering the second-floor apartment, the gigolo immediately threw his body to the side, and at the same time, the sound of gunshots completely tore apart the tranquility in the apartment.
With his body still in the air, the gigolo pulled the trigger, the eggshell glass shot out, and the bullet roared out of the barrel of the gun.
With a muffled sound of 'bang', the guard's eyes widened and his body slowly fell to the side.
The moment the dancer's body landed on the ground, he put one hand on the ground and rolled to the back of the sofa.
'Click, click, click.' The bullet landed on the ground, and the marble it hit shattered and splashed. If he had just moved slower, the bullet would not have landed on the ground, but on him.
"idiot."
Hearing the curses of the Japanese Japanese, the dancer's body suddenly rushed out and came face to face with the guard.
The forward momentum continued unabated, and just when the guard's pupils suddenly shrank, the dancer's body suddenly fell backwards, kneeling on the ground, holding the gun in both hands, and pulling the trigger at the same time.
Shooting!
The bullet whizzed past the dancer's scalp, and you could even feel the heat on the bullet.
But the pistol in the guard's hand fell to the ground feebly. He was shot three times in total!
The first shot was in the center of the eyebrow, the second shot was in the throat, and the third shot was in the left chest! Every shot is deadly!
The gigolo stood up slowly, holding the revolver upside down, with smoke still coming from the muzzle.
The originally restless apartment became quiet again, and the gigolo walked slowly on the stairs towards the upper floor.
Just as he reached the stairs, slow music sounded.
A cold light burst out from the gigolo's eyes, he raised his pistol slightly and suddenly appeared from the stairs. He saw a figure sitting on the sofa in the darkness.
The man was holding a red wine glass in his hand and his head was shaking slightly with the music, looking very comfortable.
Feeling slightly surprised, I walked over cautiously.
"Here we come!" The voice was as friendly as if you were waiting for a friend you haven't seen for a long time.
The gigolo pressed his finger on the switch, and the room suddenly lit up.
Sitting on the sofa was none other than Professor Mitsui.
"Did you know I was coming?" the gigolo asked slightly strangely.
Professor Mitsui drank all the red wine in his glass and said happily: "Although I don't know who will come, I know that someone will come to me sooner or later. After twenty years, this day has finally arrived."
The gigolo looked around and saw no sign of anyone else, so he walked over slowly, his gun always pointed at Professor Mitsui.
What made the gigolo feel strange was that there was no trace of panic or excitement on his face. On the contrary, he was extremely calm.
"Don't you have any fear when you do such a thing?"
"Afraid?" Professor Mitsui asked in surprise: "Why am I afraid? I am doing a great thing that can change all mankind. Why should I be afraid?"
The gigolo felt a chill and secretly cursed him as a madman. Putting the muzzle of the gun on his head, he said: "Since you know so well, then cooperate with me honestly!"
"Of course!" Professor Mitsui stretched out his hands obediently.
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The vehicle rushed madly towards the gate of Wuming Manor. When it was still thirty meters away, the two guards standing at the door came over on alert.
While giving a warning, he drew his pistol and pointed it at the approaching car and decisively pulled the trigger.
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Feng lowered his body on the seat, and the bullets smashed against the windshield and penetrated even more.
The car rushed past without slowing down. Just as it was approaching, Zhang Feng suddenly kicked the door open and rushed out.
His body rolled on the ground to lose its inertia, and the bullets continued to fall after his body, leaving cement pits on the ground the size of fingertips.
He stabilized his body slightly, bent his legs slightly downward, and launched a counterattack with terrifying force.
Such an action was beyond the prediction of the two guards. Just when they were caught off guard, Zhang Feng pulled the trigger.
Without wasting even a single bullet, he pulled the trigger twice in succession, killing both guards with one shot between their eyebrows.
'boom'. The car that was racing at full speed slammed into the big iron gate, and the front of the car and the iron gate were twisted and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The next second, the car that could not withstand the impact exploded, and a huge fireball shot into the sky. The violent impact blew the deformed car up one meter high, and the iron door made a tooth-aching creak. The sound was torn off the door frame and flew into the yard.
The huge fireball fell to the ground, and the car wrapped in flames had turned into an empty steel frame.
The most miserable thing is that the ugly man who was stuffed into the trunk by Zhang Feng woke up from the shock of the impact, but the next second he was burned into a dark and invisible corpse by the ferocious explosion and flames.
Seeing his body, Zhang Feng didn't feel the slightest bit of unbearable. Compared to what he had done, such a happy death was simply cheap for him.
Holding a pistol and quickly crossing the line of fire and rushing into the gate, he saw several men in black emerging from the yard, each with a weapon in their hand.
When the two sides met, it was a life-or-death attitude. They didn't answer at all and just opened fire.
The rifle's muzzle spurted out streaks of flames, and the pistol's gunshots were interspersed among them.
"Made, gigolo, if you don't hurry up and get to work, I'll be here today." With a curse, Zhang Feng ran away.
There was no longer any reservation, and the gains from genetic recombination exploded violently.
Bullets kept falling behind him. Zhang Feng did not dare to stop at all. He jumped through the window and jumped in.