Si Hongchu took out a flying knife, glanced at it, and smiled helplessly.

The flying knife is not small, but it is pitifully small, and I don't know how much it will play in the face of the crazy firepower of the AK47.

But the flying knife was already the only killing weapon at the moment, Si Hongchu's temples jumped, and he wanted to stretch out his middle finger at the sniper, but he dispelled this idea.

Since the sniper is here to help him, why don't he just rush in and hide in the tree and shoot cold. However, after all, his origin is unknown, and Si Hongchu can't and doesn't want to provoke him, so as not to turn friends into enemies, so he can only find a way to lead the Fusang people to the predetermined position.

Si Hongchu thought about it a little, leaned out half of his body, and shouted at the Fusang people: "Big brother, don't shoot, someone is looking for you!"

The three Fusang people didn't expect Si Hongchu to say such a sentence, they were all stunned for a moment, and Si Hongchu immediately raised his hands high: "Don't shoot, I'm here to spread the word, don't shoot!"

The three guns were aimed at Si Hongchu at the same time, but Si Hongchu's hand did not retract, but shouted again: "I am passing by, I was caught and passed on a word, it has nothing to do with me!"

After Si Hongchu finished shouting, he stood up tremblingly, how scared he looked at him.

The other party didn't shoot, and it was safe for the time being, Si Hongchu breathed a sigh of relief lightly, and continued to stabilize the three Fusang people: "Someone asked me to pass a note to you......"

Si Hongchu held up a note with a pitifully small flying knife hidden in it.

As he spoke, Si Hongchu walked forward very carefully.

Slowly approaching the predetermined position, Si Hongchu looked at the Fusang man in fear, meaning to hand over the note.

In fact, Si Hongchu was gambling, betting that the three Fusang people didn't recognize him, thinking that he was really forced to deliver the message.

This move is too risky, and at this moment, Si Hongchu is completely exposed to the three guns, and he is simply serving the tiger.

Even the snipers who are constantly watching are not only sweating, but it is too dangerous.

Si Hongchu's expression was still pretending to be scared, his body seemed to be trembling, but his mind was unusually calm, calmly analyzing the situation in front of him.

A Fusang man stood up, observed for a while, and made sure that Si Hongchu had no accomplices, so he slowly approached: "Who asked you to come?"

"I ...... I don't know, I really don't know. ”

Another Fusang man approached, and the muzzle of the black hole was always aimed at Si Hongchu, and the cold air was overwhelming.

As the muzzle of the gun got closer and closer, Si Hongchu's pressure became more and more intense, and he kept calculating the distance of the Fusang people.

"It's coming, it's almost time to get to the designated position...... Si Hongchu exhaled, and couldn't stop praying to the sniper in his heart: "You him."

Mom, don't miss it!"

This sniper not only has an unknown origin, but also doesn't know how to shoot, if he can't hit with one hit, Si Hongchu will be miserable.

In fact, even if he didn't shoot, it would be tantamount to harming Si Hongchu.

The three guys were standing in a position to cover each other, and it seems that they were different from the other Fuso people, and just from the movement of raising their guns and advancing, they showed that they had received strict military training, and it is possible that they were retired from the Self-Defense Forces.

Soon, a Fusang man approached and used an AK47 against Si Hongchu's head, while another Fusang man kept a distance from Si Hongchu and carefully reached over to see what was written on the note.

Now is the best opportunity to shoot, but there is no movement outside the window, Si Hongchu kept shouting: "Shoot, fuck, you shoot!"

The sniper outside the window still didn't react, and Si Hongchu had an idea, pretending to accidentally let go of his hand and drop the note.

Out of a knee-jerk reaction, the Fusang people focused on the note, and Si Hongchu was about to take advantage of this time to make a move, and at the same time, the gunshots outside finally rang out.

AK47, which was against Si Hongchu's head, shook, and the Fusang man shook his body and fell to the ground.

Si Hongchu quickly turned to the back and covered himself with his body, and then the gunfire rang out again, and the second Fusang man was knocked to the ground.

The third Fuso reacted very quickly, spotted a sniper outside, and immediately dodged around a corner. But he didn't avoid Si Hongchu, only to see Si Hongchu raise his hand, and a cold light gently wiped his throat, bringing up a trace of dark red liquid.

At the same time that the Fusang man's body fell to the ground, Si Hongchu had already rushed over and reached out to take the AK47.

With a gun in hand, Si Hongchu was much more confident, but before Si Hongchu could check the gun, there was a sudden gunfire outside, and it sounded like more than one sniper was shooting.

Si Hongchu subconsciously fell to the ground, and there was a "pop" sound around him, all the windows were shattered in an instant, the glass ballast was splashed everywhere, and the walls facing the windows were shot out of black holes.

Fortunately, even under such firepower, Si Hongchu was not injured.

When the gunfire stopped, Si Hongchu stood up, only to realize why the sniper was shooting.

Several Fuso men rushed out of a room, ready to reinforce the three companions who had previously arrived, but by this time they were all killed.

Without exception, they all have blood holes in their heads, blood gushing out, and it seems that the sniper outside the window has quite accurate marksmanship.

However, when Si Hongchu looked up and looked outside, he couldn't find the shadow of the sniper.

They disappeared, as mysterious as they came, leaving no trace behind.

Si Hongchu searched every room, but found no shadow of Zhou Yuhang anywhere, so he returned downstairs.

After fighting hard, Huang Soul and Purple Pupil have annihilated most of the Fusang people, and a few others have escaped.

However, just like Si Hongchu, they didn't find Zhou Yuhang either.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Huang Soul took a long breath: "We can't run around like headless flies, we should analyze it carefully......"

"That's right. Zitong nodded worriedly: "If the hostages are still useful, I don't think the Fusang people will be killed." I am now afraid that after our attack, the Fuso people have transferred the hostages. ”

Si Hongchu said thoughtfully: "We searched floor by floor, although the architectural pattern here is complicated, there is only one staircase. If the Fuso people transfer the hostages, we will definitely find out. ”

Huang Soul immediately asked, "What if there is a basement where the hostages are kept?"

Si Hongchu shook his head: "I specially checked when I came in, and there is no basement." ”

Huang Soul said again: "What if the basement is very hidden?"

"This ......" Thinking of this possibility, Si Hongchu's heart immediately tightened: "Then the Fusang people will quietly transfer Zhou Yuhang, and the people may no longer be here." ”

"Don't worry. Huang Soul found that there was a Fusang man who was not breathing, walked over, and asked coldly, "Are you holding a person here, a young man?"

The Fusang people looked at Huang Soul with resentment, and said a series of Fusang words in their mouths.

Huang Soul pouted: "I don't understand Fusang dialect, use Chinese." ”

The Fuso people smiled sadly, still speaking Fusang dialect.

Yellow Soul sighed: "Can anyone tell me what the hell is he talking about?"

"I know a little bit about Fusang...... Purple Pupil looked at the Fusang man and said with a smile: "I don't fully understand, but I'm still sure that he is scolding us." ”

"Okay. Huang Soul nodded helplessly, and suddenly flicked the soft sword, only to see that the soft sword stretched into a steel whip, which was extended five times, and the brush was wrapped around the leg of this Fusang man.

"Stand back, don't spill blood. Zitong pulled Si Hongchu, and the two of them took a few steps back together.

Yellow Soul withdrew his hand back, and the sword whip swirled and slid off the Fuso man's lap, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

When the sword whip returned to the Yellow Soul, all the feet of the Fusang people were flesh and blood, and then the entire legs of the Fusang people were cut into white bones.

The people of Fusang couldn't stop screaming, this was the most terrible cry Si Hongchu had ever heard in his life.

This cry alone is terrifying enough, and it is simply torture to listen to it.

Huang Soul was expressionless: "Can you say it now?"

The Fuso people rolled around on the ground, still muttering Fusang words in their mouths, but they were no longer swearing, but pleading.

"I heard that you Fuso people are not afraid of death, and regard death as an ascension to heaven. And you don't care about the pain, so you invented a very painful way to die - seppuku. Huang Soul looked at the Fusang people, not touched by this pain in the slightest, and just said lightly: "But I promise that you will be ten thousand times more painful than seppuku!"

As soon as the words fell, the yellow soul flicked the sword whip again, wrapping around the other leg of the Fusang man.

Purple Pupil pouted and said a little disappointed: "What if he doesn't understand Chinese?"

"Then even if he is unlucky. Huang Soul smiled slightly, and was about to tear off the sword whip.

"Wait...... Wait......" The Fuso man suddenly shouted in a very standard Chinese, "I said...... I'll say ......"

"Say it. Huang Soul nodded with satisfaction, and said to Zitong: "I let an arrogant Fusang person, immediately learn to speak Chinese, and become very polite, it seems that I am really suitable to be a teacher......

"I'm ......" Si Hongchu heard this, but he broke out in a cold sweat: "It's really unlucky to have such a teacher on the stall......"

"There is a ...... The young man ...... "Fuso people stumbled under great pain: "Locked up on the rooftop...... Secret Room ......"

Huang Soul raised his eyebrows: "Rooftop Secret Room?"

"Top ...... End of the hallway...... There is a secret door, and the wall is the same color......" The Fuso man was about to say more, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Huang Soul put away the sword whip and waved his hand: "Go to the top floor immediately!"

Before the three of them could take a step, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps downstairs.

"What's going on?" Si Hongchu leaned on the window and looked out, almost disillusioned.

The cars came back, and a large number of Fuso people rushed down and were pouring into the Japanese cuisine.

Purple pupils looked at the yellow soul: "What should I do?"

"Since we're all here, since we've decided to help......" Huang Soul smiled nonchalantly: "Then we have to do it to the end!"

"I thought so too. Zitong also smiled, not caring about the upcoming battle at all: "Anyway, we haven't killed a person for a long time, why don't we compare and see who kills more!"

"No problem. Huang Soul nodded, and then instructed Si Hongchu: "You go to the top floor to save the hostages immediately, and Teacher Zi and I will block the Fusang people!"

Si Hongchu was a little uneasy: "Can it work?"