The night had completely descended over the Cool Villa, and it was getting dark. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The lights of the Cool Villa came on one after another.

There are more guests here today than yesterday, most of them foreigners, and Feng Zilong took a casual look and saw that there were both British, French, Indians and Filipinos.

They are scantily dressed, and at first glance they don't stick to conventions, and most of them are young people who are both unrestrained and enthusiastic. Feng Zilong looked at them, his brows furrowed. For he saw that some of the women were the maids of the villa.

The men around them were dressed in loose clothes, and at a glance they knew that there were weapons hidden in their clothes. Could it be that they are not guests who have come here to visit, but terrorists in makeup?

Bazaar had already swaggered into the room that Feng Zilong had opened last night with Zhao Min. Feng Zilong didn't go in, he followed a man into the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he turned on a faucet.

The water is rattling.

Feng Zilong looked back and walked into the man's compartment.

"Don't move, I'll kill you if I move!" Feng Zilong put a gun on the man's waist, "Say, who are you?"

"We're a tour group, we're all from Bangkok, what are you asking for?"

"I don't do anything, I just want to kill people. ”

Feng Zilong's tone was light, but there was a breathtaking momentum in his ears.

The man shook a little, and the urine retracted. He snorted and said, "If you kill me, aren't you afraid that the police will arrest you?"

"Don't bother to say, what the hell are you doing?"

"I, I ......"

Feng Zilong didn't bother with him, he directly turned him around and let him face him. At the same time, he turned on the water that washed the poop. The water was flowing, and the sound of their voices could not be heard outside.

Feng Zilong put the gun to his chin.

"If you don't tell me, I'll blow you in the head and turn you into a headless ghost. ”

"I don't know you, what do you tell me to say?" the man was still trying to hide from him. Feng Zilong didn't bother with him, and directly reminded him: "Are you Zhang Sangou's person or Kanba's person?"

"I don't know Zhang Sangou, I don't know Kanba, I'm just a tourist......"

"You mom!" Feng Zilong snapped his leg with a shot, "Don't say anything, I'll blow your head up!"

His gun was equipped with a muffler, so the gunshots could not be heard outside.

When the man saw that he had come prepared, he knew that he must have found out something about them, or he would not have asked such an inquiry.

If you don't talk about it, it's just a dead warp.

"What do I want to know?" the man finally gave in.

Feng Zilong put away the gun and said, "Are you Zhang Sangou's person or Kanba's person?"

"No, I'm from Li Kaishan. ”

"Li Kaishan is here?"

"He came yesterday, but he hasn't shown up. ”

"How many people did he bring?"

"More than fifty, all of them are his henchmen. ”

"In those rooms?"

"The entire Qingliang Villa was surrounded by him. The man said with a sad face, "He has set up open posts and secret posts at the corners of the corridors and at the entrances of the corridors, and flies cannot fly in without his special permit." ”

"Who are you, henchman or killer?"

"I'm a killer. ”

"Now I give you two choices, one is to report to him and say that I am coming, and the other is to stay in the hands and not be allowed to leave half a step without my permission. ”

"I choose the latter. ”

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

"Don't be afraid, because this is the rule of the road, and I don't break the rules, so you won't beat me to death. ”

Feng Zilong nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I hope I only keep my promise." And he turned and went out.

Inside, the water was still rattling.

The guy with his broken leg tore off his clothes and bandaged his wounds, and sat on the floor of the toilet, grunting. He hummed not high, nor low, but if people outside wanted to hear it, they had to sharpen their ears.

Feng Zilong walked outside the toilet, looked around, and then flashed into the manager's room on the left.

The manager's room is particularly luxuriously decorated, and you can see that it is a person of status.

Directly facing the door, there is a large desk with a Chinese red flag on it. Obviously, this manager is a Chinese, and the Chinese economic flag is planted only by Chinese.

Behind the executive desk sat a well-dressed man.

Wearing a black suit, he had a smile on his face, and he looked very young and handsome. Feng Zilong only glanced at him, but he had already quickly read out that his age should be between thirty and thirty-five years old, his height was about one meter seven, and he should have some Chinese kung fu, but he was not very powerful, but ordinary people were not his opponents.

He didn't see Feng Zilong floating into the room like a ghost.

He seemed to be wiping something.

- Guns!

A pistol.

A silent pistol.

The average person can't buy this gun.

This kind of gun can generally only be used by bigwig-level characters.

Although Feng Zilong only glanced at it, he had accurately recognized that his gun was an automatic mobile phone, with a short recoil barrel, using a magazine to feed ammunition, the magazine was loaded in the grip, with a capacity of 20 rounds, automatic reloading, and the combat rate of fire could reach more than 100 rounds per minute, which was powerful and could be fired in bursts with a single shot.

Because Feng Zilong's steps were particularly light, the manager who was nesting in the wide and comfortable boss's chair did not notice Feng Zilong. He was still intently wiping his gun.