From the time I moved to the time I climbed to the roof, the whole process took no more than five seconds.

Ma Wenchao and the four of them were all martial arts masters, and they climbed one step behind me and climbed on the roof together, and Blood Dance was the last to climb up, looking at us with a shocked look in their eyes.

You must know that she is one of the three ace killers of the Tomahawk Organization, so naturally she has nothing to say, but Wang Feng's team is actually better than her!

I leaned down on the roof and gestured to them not to act rashly. Then I hooked my toes into the eaves of the house, and came an upside-down gold hook, which had just been hung next to a window.

Inside the window seems to be a large room, which looks like a study, with calligraphy and paintings from China hanging on the wall, and several large bookcases next to it. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and a dark-skinned young man in a plaid shirt is flipping through a book.

He seemed to be so engrossed in his gaze that he didn't even notice a man suddenly hanging from the window.

I stared at the window, tapped the window glass with my fingers a few times, and then my feet hooked the eaves with force, and my body folded and disappeared in front of the window.

The movement in front of the window caught the young man's attention, and he glanced towards the window, but saw nothing. He frowned a little puzzled, put the book on the desk, walked quickly to the window, opened the glass and poked his head out to look down.

"Look for death!"

I was waiting for this opportunity, and with a slam kick on the eaves with both feet, the whole person fell from the sky and threw the young man to the ground.

Shocked, he immediately reached for the pistol at his waist.

How could I give him a chance to pull out his gun, kick him in the wrist and kick the pistol straight away. He opened his mouth to shout, but my right arm jerked out and grabbed him by the throat with lightning speed.

I used 20% of my strength, and the young man couldn't bear it anymore, his face was congested and red, his eyes were thugs, and his limbs were flapping indiscriminately.

I stared at him fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "If you dare to make a little noise, I will immediately break your neck!"

I spoke Chinese, and I don't know if this guy can understand it, but he nodded knowingly.

I let go of my arm slightly, and then Lu Wu and the others all rolled down the window and jumped into the house.

Suddenly seeing so many people with black masks jumping into the house, the young man's face changed again. When did the well-guarded manor touch so many people?

Brush Brush Brush!

Before they could stand firmly, Lu Wujiangli and Blood Dance took out their pistols from their waists, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the young man's head.

Ma Wenchao and Tian Yunfei were one behind the other, pointing knives at the young man's chest and back of the heart.

Being forced by so many knives and guns, the young man's face suddenly turned pale, his calves trembled again, and he said, "Each ...... Brothers, don't kill me, I'll give you money, a lot of money! You don't want money, I'll give you gold, just ask you not to kill me!"

"What did he say?" I looked at Blooddance.

All five shook their heads, indicating that they did not understand Indonesian.

"Little, do you speak English?" I asked, holding him by the throat.

"II!" the young man nodded.

"That's it, Blooddance, this man is up to you, ask for something useful from his mouth. I said to Blooddance Nunu.

She nodded.

I let the young man go by the throat and sat down on the couch opposite. It was pouring rain outside, and it was pouring down, and the normal sound of conversation could not be heard outside. Even if you shout, you will be suppressed by the sound of the rain, and the people below may not be able to hear it.

Of course, if this young man were to scream to death, I would have broken his neck before he could make a sound!

"Who are you, what are you doing in the manor?" Blooddance asked.

The young man's eyes flickered twice, and he said, "I'm a gardener on the estate, and I'm in charge of pruning the flowers and plants here. ”

When Blood Dance translated his words to me, I slapped the young man in the face: "Damn, are you a three-year-old child?

"Tell the truth!" Blood Dance was cold, his body exuded a fierce murderous aura, and the gun in his hand was pressed against the young man's head.

Under our coercion, the young man could only be recruited, and his identity surprised us, it turned out that he was the owner of this manor, that is, Sohar's nephew Mahmud!

"How do you prove your identity?" Blooddance asked again.

The young man took out a card from his pocket and said slightly: "This ...... This is my ID card, and the documents stored on the table also have my files, you can take a look. ”

We looked at the ID card and then the file on the table, took a photo and sent it to Guan Peng for identification, confirming that this person was Mahmood.

"Is Jones here for you?" Blooddance asked again.

"You...... Are you here to find Jones?" Young Man Ma was taken aback, and then immediately said, "You are from the South Thousand Gate of Huaxia?!"

"Not bad!" I nodded.

Mahmoud was very spineless, and actually said: "I have no grievances and no enmity with you Nanqianmen, and it is all Jones to blame." Big brother, just spare my life, and I can hand Jones over to you. ”

When Blood Dance translated his words to us, our five brothers were shocked, this guy is so soft-boned, he sold Jones directly?

"You're too spineless, you're still Sohar's nephew!" Blooddance had a suspicious expression.

"Jones has some relationship with my uncle, and I don't have any friendship with him. He has come to me for refuge, but he has brought disaster upon me, and I will naturally hand him over. Mahmoud said as a matter of course.

Hum!

I smiled coldly, the natives are such virtuous, lazy and selfish, and will do whatever it takes for their own benefit. It is precisely because of this disposition in their bones that the locals reject the Chinese, believing that the Chinese have robbed them of their resources, so they will pick up the butcher's knife again and again......

"You call Jones and say you have something to discuss with him. I squinted slightly and said to Mahmoud, "Don't play tricks! There are a lot of your guards down there, but I promise to break your head before they rush up!"

Mahmoud immediately nodded and said, "Big brothers, as long as you don't kill me, I will unconditionally cooperate with your orders!"

Subsequently, Mahmoud called Jones and asked him to come over and say that there was something to discuss.

He really didn't play tricks, he communicated with Jones in English, and Blood Dance could understand it.

……

Two minutes later, Mahmoud sat down at his desk, and the room looked unusual, even the rain on the floor had been cleaned.

However, this study has a hidden murderous purpose. All six of us hid in the house and set up an ambush.

Tian Yunfei was small and hid under Mahmoud's desk, holding a knife against his lower abdomen to prevent him from playing tricks.

Lu Wu and Ma Wenchao took knives and hid in the two bookcases next to the door, I hid in the bookcase next to the desk, Blood Dance hid in the mezzanine of the ceiling, and Jiang Li climbed to the roof again, guarding the window.

The six of us, front and back, left and right, in all directions, completely blocked all of Jones's retreats. As long as he jinru this room, he will never be able to get out.

Even if he is the number one killer on the dark web, he is caught off guard and faces the siege of our five top masters plus the ace killer of Blood Dance, there is nothing he can do!

Time, minute by minute, the rain outside was falling, I held the Chiyou Tianyue knife tightly, and my heart was very calm.

Mahmoud sat at his desk, looking down at the books, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Ten minutes passed, and my ears moved, and I was keenly aware of the movement coming from the staircase.

Knock knock!

It was the sound of feet on the stairs, someone going upstairs!

"There are three of them!" I pricked up my ears and said to myself.

The sound of going upstairs was getting closer and closer, and it had appeared at the door, and I could clearly see a middle-aged man with pale skin, pockmarked spots, triangular eyes, and a military uniform.

This middle-aged man has a Western face, and his whole body inadvertently exudes a cold aura.

Behind him also stood two blonde men with blue eyes, two of them were tall and burly, like two small towers, with fierce breaths.

I stared, clenched the knife in my hand, and said secretly in my heart:

"Jones is here!"