"Who?"

A gunman asked, looking back.

He was answered by a glittering sword, which, with a snort, pierced his throat and strangled his shouts of warning in his throat.

Wang Yong's eyes were cold, and before the corpse of the first gunman fell, Xinyue Fox's soft sword was pulled out, and he rushed to the ground, jumping towards the second gunman.

The second gunman only had time to turn around, and before he could see what was happening, he felt a chill in his neck.

A thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

After a while, the gunman clutched his neck and fell crooked among the flowers.

The two gunners near the flowerbed were all dealt with, and the whole process was so bad that it didn't take even three seconds.

It's completely a lion fighting rabbit-style crushing attack.

In the other direction, there were four gunmen, staring intently at the villa, unaware that two of their companions had died behind them.

After Wang Yong finished killing people, he sneaked into the flowers again, as if he had never appeared.

A scar-faced gunman on the side of the villa, with a twitch of his nose, suddenly frowned, and asked, "Did you smell anything?"

The other gunman sniffed vigorously and shook his head, "No." What's wrong?"

"How do I smell blood?"

"The smell of blood? The guns didn't go out, where did the smell of blood come from. You ate too much sashimi at night, didn't you?"

"Perhaps. Scarface muttered to himself.

It's just that he was not at ease and decided to take a look in the direction of the main entrance.

He took two steps and looked around the corner of the house in the direction of the garden.

"Not good!" Scarface didn't see the bodies of the dead gunmen, only to find that the two gunmen were missing.

He was about to shoot a warning shot, but he was a step too slow after all.

A cold voice sounded in his ears: "It's late!"

In the next second, a sword light lit up, piercing the spearman's neck.

Until he died, Scarface couldn't see what the person who killed him looked like.

If there was an afterlife, he would never come to the corner of the house to obscure his view. Because the sword light burst out from the other side of the house.

Wang Yong gently held the scar-faced corpse and fixed it in the corner of the wall. It looks like a mannequin standing in the corner of the wall, looking into the courtyard.

The gunman, who was with Scarface, heard Scarface's cry and asked from afar, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Scarface didn't reply, just looked in the direction of the yard.

The gunman couldn't help but wonder, what kind of illness did Scarface have committed today? One time he said that there was blood, and the other time he looked at the courtyard motionless like a stone man.

"Hey, big brother, did you see any inappropriate images for children?

Reaching out and slapping Scarface on the shoulder, trying to break Scarface's body over.

Scarface's body was broken, along with a sword.

Pierced through Scarface's chest and abdomen, piercing the gunman's heart directly.

The gunman didn't bat his eyes, and the moment before he closed his eyes, he was still wondering, why could the other party still identify his heart so accurately across a person?

"Four. Wang Yong slowly exhaled a breath and pulled out the Xinyue Fox soft sword from the corpses of the two.

As the blade was drawn, a puddle of blood splattered out and spilled onto the ground.

Only on the soft sword of the heart moon fox, the autumn water is like a flood, and there is not a trace of blood.

At this time, the bloody gas in the air was even thicker, and it was impossible to hide it.

Under the four dead gunmen, a pool of blood has flowed into a pool and is still spreading.

Wang Yong must deal with the remaining enemies as soon as possible.

Whoosh, Wang Yong no longer hides his figure, like a ghost escaping into the darkness and killing behind the villa.

There were also two gunmen guarding there to prevent Wang Yong from jumping out of the window and escaping.

This time, Wang Yong didn't wait at all, but as soon as he showed up, he killed the past with lightning speed.

The body changed direction twice in a row on the ground, and a huge force burst out from the legs, like a war horse charge, with an unparalleled momentum in front of the two gunners guarding the rear.

The two gunmen were horrified and hurriedly pulled the trigger, wanting to shoot Wang Yong.

It's too late.

The horror of the master of national art lies in this, within ten steps, the firearm has completely become a toy. No matter how powerful the gunner is, he has no power to fight back in the face of the killing of the master of national arts.

Wang Yong held the sword in his right hand, slashed the head horizontally, and the head flew directly in the air, the head fell to the ground, and a puddle of blood spurted out of his neck.

At the same time, he threw a punch with his left hand, which hit the hand of the other person with the gun, only to hear a click.

The man's arm was broken, but he couldn't pull the trigger.

Wang Yong didn't even look at it, it was just a sword that killed the man.

So far, six of the ten gunmen brought by Zhao Ji have died. The remaining four were all in the villa, unaware of what was going on outside.

Why were the ancient assassins so powerful? Even Sima Qian dedicated a biography to him. In addition to the indomitable courage represented at this moment, there was also the superb stealth killing skills displayed by the Assassins.

Jing Ke nearly killed Qin Shi Huang in the heavily guarded palace of the Qin king, while Zhuan Zhu succeeded in attacking and killing the Wu king, leaving behind a legend of the peak assassin.

Strictly speaking, what Wang Yong used was just a low-level attack and killing technique, and it could not be called an assassination.

Wang Yong has seen a real assassination master, and he really can't prevent it. Even the president of the United States, without absolute and thorough protection, will hate his subordinates.

As the saying goes, "There are only a thousand days to be a thief, and there is no thousand days to prevent a thief", which is the truth. If you want to deal with this kind of assassin, you can only kill it first. Otherwise, sooner or later, he will find a vacancy.

"It's your turn. Wang Yong glanced at the second floor of the villa and entered the villa with his sword.

On the second floor, Zhao Jiwu stood at the door, waiting for Wang Yong to get dressed and open the door.

It's just that he waits left and right, and he can't wait for Wang Yong.

A look of impatience flashed on Zhao Ji's face, and he suddenly said sharply: "Wang Yong, I advise you not to play tricks! This villa has been surrounded by me tightly, and even a fly doesn't want to fly out." If you know each other, quickly open the door and hand over the USB flash drive, otherwise I will kill Zhao Li's mother and daughter now!"

As he spoke, Zhao Ji glanced at a gunman.

The gunman received the order and turned around and walked to the room where Zhao Li's mother and daughter were.

With a bang, the gunman kicked the door of Zhao Li's mother and daughter's room open, pointed the barrel of the gun into the dark room, and turned on the light with the other hand.

It's just that when the lights came on, he changed color.

"Oh no, boss! Zhao Li's mother and daughter are not in the room!"

"What?" Zhao Ji's expression changed when he heard this.

"Kick the door!" Zhao Ji ordered.

Then the door of Wang Yong's room was also kicked open, and at the same time as the door panel flew out, a mobile phone fell from the door frame.

Zhao Ji picked up the phone, looked at the screen, and just stayed on the call interface, showing that he had made a call two minutes ago.

"Damn!" Zhao Ji angrily smashed the phone.

He understood that he had been fooled.

It was Wang Yong who was talking to him just now, yes, but it was not Wang Yong in the room, but Wang Yong on the phone.

Wang Yong deliberately put a phone in the house, not only deceived him, but also deceived him about killing Zhao Li's parents!

"Boss, there's no one in there either!" a gunman checked and reported.

"I know that there is no one! I still need you to say, hurry up and chase them, they will definitely not be able to escape!" Zhao Ji said hatefully.

The remaining four gunmen stumbled downstairs and were about to chase them out of the door.

Just walked to the living room, and saw a figure suddenly appear from behind the sofa, a purple streamer shining in the darkness in his hand.

In the next second, the gunman who walked the fastest fell to the ground clutching his neck.

The other three gunmen hurriedly opened fire with their guns, instantly smashing the sofa into a sieve.

But strangely, there was no blood flowing out from the back of the sofa, and it didn't seem to have hit.

"How is that possible?" the three gunmen glanced at each other, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

It stands to reason that the sofas have been punched out of the holes like fishnets, and the people hiding behind them have no luck.

But why is there no sound of a human being shot?

"Be careful to disperse!" a gunslinger reminded.

The other two quickly shifted their figures, cautiously scanning their surroundings.

They looked through the entire living room, but there was no sign of the enemy.

Is it all hallucination?

But in fact, the corpse of his companion was lying on the floor! How could it be a hallucination?

Just when the three of them were puzzled, they saw another sword light rising under the coffee table.

With a swing of the sword, the two gunmen closest to the coffee table subconsciously retreated.

Sure enough, their brilliant consciousness saved them. This sword light didn't kill anyone.

The two gunmen congratulated themselves on their god-like reaction, but then let out an earth-shattering wail.

Their wrists were actually severed by the sword light!

Four hands, all in unison.

Because the blade was so fast and sharp, they didn't even feel pain for a while, they only felt that their wrists were cold, and their wrists were out of their bodies.

When the hand is gone, the gun will naturally fall.

The last gunman witnessed this scene and panicked, and the horror in his eyes was obvious.

He used to think that "with a gun in hand, I have it in the world", and he didn't take those warriors who were still playing cold weapons in his eyes at all.

Now he knew how terrible such people were.

It's not something you can resist with a few guns!

Da-da-da-da!

The last gunman fired wildly, enveloping the coffee table in the direction and shattering all the furniture in that position in an instant.

Soon, a shuttle of bullets was fired, and the gunner hurriedly changed the magazine.

But the sword light was faster than he could change the magazine, and a sword light appeared, killing him.

Wang Yong walked out of a corner, like a grim reaper in the night, his eyes exuding cold killing intent.

With two poofs, Wang Yong also solved the two gunners with broken arms.

Now, only Zhao Ji is left alone.

Zhao Ji stood on the stairs on the second floor, neither down nor up, and the whole person was already scared silly.

He has been messing around in South Korea for so many years, and he has dealt with the South Korean military, but he has never seen this kind of scene.

Is this still human? It's clearly a humanoid mecha made specifically for killing!

There is only one word for all the actions - fast. It's so fast that the enemy can't react, and the battle is over.

Needless to say, the gunmen outside had already died under this man's sword.

"You...... Who is it?" asked Zhao Ji with a trembling voice.

In the dark environment, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly. Even he did, let alone the dead gunslingers.

I'm afraid that even if those people die and want to turn into ghosts for revenge, they won't be able to find someone to ask for their lives.

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