When a black sedan drove by, Li Hong flashed out from behind a big tree. He stared at the villa, hidden among a circle of neatly manicured hedges, and looked at the bright light on the second floor, and looked at it for a long time.

A pair of young men and women walked towards him in a whisper, and they looked at him in confusion, and when they saw Li Hong smile back with their faint smile, they turned their heads again and whispered to each other, completely caught in the world of the two.

Once upon a time, he and Cuihua were like this couple, wandering, strolling, and whispering in the deep paths. They know that what they say is meaningless, but they want to talk, and they are willing to listen. He remembers that in the first three months of their relationship, every day was from morning to day. If it weren't for the strict school rules, they might have continued to talk until the next morning.

Li Hong cut off his memories of the past, walked through the complex hedges, and came to the edge of the corridor of the villa.

A man in black in a crisp suit and sunglasses was walking back and forth in the hallway, and when he saw a stranger suddenly break in, he wanted to yell him and leave.

With a gentlemanly smile, Li Hong took out his white gloves from his pocket and put them on, while walking towards the man in black.

The man in black thought that the other party was a resident or a tourist who had just moved in, and he didn't know who lived in the villa. He felt the need to remind him that this place was not a random place to come and go. If it weren't for his smiling face, the man in black would have yelled and blasted him out.

The man in black lowered his voice and scolded, "Idlers are not allowed to enter here, don't leave quickly!" He thought that his vicious appearance would scare off the stranger, but he was wrong. Li Hong put on his white gloves and reached for his pocket again.

The man in black couldn't help but be a little puzzled, thinking to himself what he was doing here, wearing white gloves to attend the banquet?

When the two got closer, Li Hong finally took out his thing from his pocket: a glittering knife.

The smile on Li Hong's face had disappeared, and before he took out the knife, he stabbed it into the chest of the man in black, and then covered the other party's mouth.

The man in black's eyes widened instantly. He tried to shout, but he couldn't make any sound, only a faint gurgling sound in his throat. He wanted to cover the wound and prevent more blood from flowing out, but he had more than enough strength to lift his arm up, no matter how hard he tried.

The man in black slowly fell.

There are no pedestrians around, only the unknown insects chirping among the hedges and grass, which makes the villa under the night sky even quieter.

Li Hong slowly wiped the blood from the blade until the blade returned to an incomparably bright state. Instead of throwing away the blood-stained white cloth casually, he walked through the hall on the first floor of the villa and threw it into the trash can around the corner.

He folded the knife back into the groove and slowly tucked it into his pocket, then pulled out a pitch-black pistol from the other pocket. The muzzle of the pistol is loaded with *, which looks a little darker than the barrel of the gun.

In the corridor on the second floor, there were five or six black-clothed people patrolling back and forth, with headsets stuffed in their ears, walkie-talkies in their hands, and very serious faces.

A man in black noticed a person walking up the stairs, he thought it was the person the young master wanted to see, but he didn't expect that it was a murderer. In Pingle City, Honggang, who has the courage to break into Wang Dashao's villa? Besides, the people who come are smiling, and they feel a little bit like Wang Dashao's uncle. The man in black guessed that the person who came must be the new little brother. In the future, you don't have to clean up the troubles yourself, and you can leave them to the newcomers to do. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile and walked towards the visitor, ready to get close to him and enhance some feelings.

Li Hong smiled and raised his gun, aimed at the head of the man in black and pulled the trigger. A faint flash of fire erupted from the muzzle of the pistol, and a bloody hole appeared in the forehead of the man in black in an instant. The man in black smiled and fell to his knees, then lay completely face down on the ground.

The rest of the men in black heard the sound, and the first thing they did was to stretch out their hands into their arms.

Li Hong's smile remained unchanged, he pulled the trigger one after another, and the black muzzle spewed out a faint blue flame, and the people in black fell down one after another.

Li Hong slowly walked in a pool of blood, and shot the fallen man in black in the head one after another.

Soon, the magazines ran out of ammunition. Li Hong slowly and skillfully pushed out the pistol magazine, and out of nowhere he found another magazine, slowly but skillfully pushed it into the pistol.

The night was getting darker, so the light at the end of the corridor on the second floor was so bright.

After finishing the refill, Li Hong came to room 209 at the end and pushed the door in.

There were two people standing in the room. Wang Xiaoye was dressed in colorful clothes and quietly looked at Li Hong at the door. A middle-aged man with a two-inch flat head with a Chinese character face, very short, with his head only a little above the other party's shoulder, stood next to Wang Xiaoye, and was also quietly looking at him.

Li Hong shot at Wang Xiaoye, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a faint blue flame again.

I saw the figure in the room flickering, and the middle-aged man with the face of the prince was already in front of Wang Xiaoye. The bullet went into his chest, leaving a wound in the middle-aged man's chest, and a beating heart could be seen through the hole.

Although the middle-aged man's extremely fast speed is astonishing, since he has been shot, there is no threat. As long as the middle-aged person slowly falls, the person's face will be revealed. He'd shoot all the remaining bullets into that disgusting face.

But the middle-aged man did not fall. He bared his teeth, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and smiled at Li Hong. The wound on his chest where the heart was visible suddenly healed slowly, and circles of raw muscle slowly grew around the round wound, and soon filled the bloody hole caused by the pistol.

The middle-aged man said, "Do you want to shoot a few more shots?" He posed as an invite, apparently hoping that Li Hong would shoot him next.

Li Hong said: "As you wish." He raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it in the middle-aged man's eyes. With a dull gunshot, a bullet pierced through the middle-aged man's left eye, pierced the back of his head, grazed Wang Xiaoye's shoulder, smashed the back window glass on the wall, and flew into the dark night. The bullet left a black hole in the middle-aged man's skull, and you could look out the back window into the dark night through the black hole in his left eye.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "The response is good, and the accuracy is also good." Do you still have bullets in your pistol?

Wang Xiaoye felt a burning sensation in his shoulder, and he could feel a wet liquid flowing out. He frowned and said, "Uncle Liu, stop playing, kill this person quickly." ”

The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't be in such a hurry, I still want to play a little longer." With me, you won't touch a single hair. ”

Wang Xiaoye said: "But that bullet almost hit me!"

The middle-aged man said embarrassedly, "Really, I'm sorry, I was too careless." ”

As they spoke, the black hole on the middle-aged man's eye socket was slowly shrinking, and skin that was no different from the surrounding area was quickly growing, and it didn't take long for his black eyes to grow from the inside out.

Li Hong looked at this scene and felt both magical and bitter. How could there be a superman in the world! Even if there were, why did he stay by Wang Xiaoye's side? No, there is no superman in the world, and even if there were, God would not let him stand by the side of the wicked.

Li Hong raised the gun again and fired five bullets at the middle-aged man's head, smashing the middle-aged man's face into a sieve.

Wang Xiaoye learned his lesson and was already lying on the ground. Bullets whizzed past him.

The rear window, which was already covered with cobweb-like cracks, suddenly burst open, and debris flew everywhere, like a rain of broken glass.

Although the middle-aged man's face was thin, not a drop of blood fell to the ground. Although Li Hong could see the other party's white *, he didn't see the white * splashing on the wall. The raw flesh squirmed, the blood flowed, and the * tumbled, gradually recombining the sparse face of the middle-aged man into a face that was as good as ever.

It turns out that there is really a superman in the world, and it turns out that God will also let Superman stand on the side of the wicked. He knew that his target was behind the middle-aged man who couldn't be killed, and although he was close, he couldn't kill the other party.

"And the bullets, come on! It's a great impact. The middle-aged man said with a slight excitement.

Wang Xiaoye lay on the ground and didn't say a word, just breathing nervously. He was afraid that his position would be revealed as soon as he spoke, and although his uncle was in the way, it was better to keep his mouth shut just to be on the safe side. He didn't care who killed him, because there were many people who wanted to kill him. As many of his men as there were, there were as many people who wanted to kill him, but very few actually dared to do so, because most of them did not have the courage to kill. There are few people who dare to kill him, but they are all vigilant, and the bones of the uncle and nephew who have long been aware of it are gone, so there are fewer and fewer people who dare to kill him, since last year, he originally thought that no one dared to kill him, until today, a stranger suddenly broke in.

Although the attack came suddenly, Wang Xiaoye was not afraid. Because of his uncle here, no one in the world can kill him.

The shock in Li Hong's eyes slowly subsided, and then a look of regret was revealed. When his eyes returned to clarity, there was no trace of regret, replaced by an indifferent determination.

He still had a bullet in his pistol. It is not only for Wang Xiaoye, but also for himself. If the five bullets in succession just now killed the middle-aged man in front of him, the last bullet would naturally be shot into Wang Xiaoye's brain.

Apparently the "if" did not hold.

Li Hong reversed the pistol, shoved the muzzle into his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

A stream of blood shot out from the back of his head, mixed with a white substance sprayed on the wall behind him, painting the white wall into a poignant plum blossom.