Wu Feng rushed towards a twenty-story building five hundred meters away, and the sniper lurked on the top floor of the building.

Because it was broad daylight, in order not to scare the people around him, Wu Feng did not raise the speed to the limit, but just controlled the speed of ordinary people a little higher, so as not to attract the attention of the people around him.

Wu Feng specifically picks out the sections of the road with obstacles, and the purpose of this is to make these obstacles obstruct the sniper's line of sight. Although the idea is good, it is a bit miscalculated, or Wu Feng underestimated the sniper's ability, because in the distance he was sneaking into, the sniper fired a total of six shots at him, each shot was grazed by his body, and the farthest was not more than half a meter away, which shows how strong the sniper's ability is, and he is definitely a master of making guns.

bang

Another slight sound exploded beside Wu Feng.

This was the last shot, and after this shot, the sniper did not shoot again, not because he had no more bullets, but because Wu Feng had already reached the high-rise building, and he had no chance to aim.

When Wu Feng entered the building, he saw that there were three passages to the roof, one staircase and two elevators. Wu Feng chose the stairs without hesitation. The twentieth floor of the stairs is prohibitive for ordinary people, but it is only a small meaning for Wu Feng, a master of qi training, if he performs light skills, it will not take long to reach the top of the building, and the most important thing is that Wu Feng has no scruples in the stairs, and there will definitely be no one on the twenty-story stairs, so even if he performs light skills, he will not be discovered.

It only took half a minute for Wu Feng to climb to the top of the building. Push open the door at the top of the building. I saw a short and thin young man walking towards the door with a black suitcase in his hand.

Seeing Wu Feng push the door away, the man's face was obviously shocked, as if he didn't expect Wu Feng to come upstairs so quickly.

"You're going to kill me?" Wu Feng asked coldly in the face of the young man's stunned gaze.

When Wu Feng asked him like this, the consternation in the young man's eyes disappeared instantly, and he turned to look at Wu Feng with a look of indifference, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Suddenly, his right hand quickly touched his chest, and Wu Feng knew that he was going to draw a gun. He had been on guard for a long time and threw it at the young man. A flash of silver light hit the young man's right wrist, and the young man screamed in pain, and the gun he had just drawn fell to the ground.

But he's also tough, after a brief scream. The left hand quickly pulled a dagger from his waist. stabbed towards Wu Feng's chest. Trying to make a last stand. How could Wu Feng give him a chance, raise his foot and kick the opponent's left wrist accurately, with a bang. The dagger was kicked to the ground.

In just two rounds, the young man's hands temporarily lost their mobility, a trace of frustration flashed in the young man's eyes, and as soon as his eyes broke, Wu Feng had already stepped forward, and he used a small grappling hand, and hit the young man's chest three times in a row, accompanied by a large mouthful of blood spurting out, and the young man flew directly out five meters away.

Severely injured the other party, Wu Feng's heart relaxed slightly, looked at the young man who was still spurting blood, and said coldly: "Who sent you?"

The young man stared at Wu Feng deadly, as if he wanted to eat Wu Feng alive.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

After speaking, Wu Feng suddenly found that the blood spurting out of the young man's mouth was no longer bright red, but mixed with a little black, Wu Feng secretly screamed that it was not good, this was a sign of taking poison. He reached out and grabbed the young man's mouth, but it was too late, and the young man rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and died.

Looking at the young man who had turned into a corpse, Wu Feng was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to be so stubborn, he would rather die than say who sent it, this ruthlessness also made Wu Feng secretly frightened.

After a long time, Wu Feng finally came back to his senses and sighed deeply, as for why he sighed, even he didn't know what the reason was, maybe it was because he felt sorry for not being able to know the black hand behind the scenes, maybe it was because he sighed for the ruthlessness of the young man.

Wu Feng stood up and was about to leave, when an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, if he used the soul dementorship of the Spiritual Secret Technique, could he find out who was behind the scenes?

As soon as this idea came out, Wu Feng was a little moved, originally Wu Feng was shy away from the vicious secret art of soul dementorship, because it was too immoral, and the caster had great sequelae, but now that the young man was dead, this biggest scruple was gone. I just don't know that spiritualism doesn't work for the dead.

It should work, if someone has been dead for a long time, it will definitely be useless, but he has just died, so he should be able to take something out of his mind.

"How do you know if you don't try. Wu Feng said secretly, becoming more and more determined in his heart.

Stretched out his hands and gently stroked the top of the young man's head, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, this was the first time he had performed this kind of secret technique, and he was also a little apprehensive in his heart, not knowing what the effect would be.

Wu Feng followed the secret mantra and transmitted his spiritual power through his palm to the young man's mind. Suddenly, Wu Feng's mind became blank, this situation only lasted for less than ten seconds, and then a large amount of picture information mixed with sound came into Wu Feng's mind, this information was very fragmented and very vague, Wu Feng only felt that so much information suddenly poured out in his mind, which made him overwhelmed for a while, and his mind was even more powerful.

Wu Feng was forced to withdraw his hand by the pain, and the swelling pain in his mind disappeared in an instant, and at this time Wu Feng found that his whole body was actually wet with sweat.

"What a domineering secret technique. Wu Feng muttered with palpitations, no wonder he was able to absorb other people's memories so domineeringly, and he unconsciously became jealous of this soul dementorship in his heart.

Wu Feng carefully recalled the fragmentary memories that poured in just now, those pictures were originally very vague, most of them evaporated in his mind like water vapor, and only a very small picture and sound were captured by Wu Feng's memories.

"Killer, Night Stalker, Twelve. Wu Feng muttered, his face becoming more and more solemn.

These are what Wu Feng recalled from those messages, the killer is the identity of the young man, the twelfth is his code name, and the night owl is the name of the organization he works for, in addition, the most impressive thing is that it is an old man, what is the relationship between the old man and the young man, Wu Feng does not know, but knows that the old man is wearing a very strange red robe.

"I didn't expect him to be a killer, no wonder his marksmanship is so good, but who sent him to kill me, and who is that old man in a strange robe. Wu Feng thought about it, and his eyes became more and more confused.

Sirens sounded in the distance, and the police arrived.

Wu Feng was taken to the police station, and in the police station, Wu Feng saw Xia Chunyi, and her face was much better.

"Ah Feng, are you injured?" Xia Chunyi looked at Wu Feng's injured arm and asked with concern.

"It's just a skin trauma, it's not a big deal. Wu Feng said.

Although that shot hit Wu Feng's arm, it only rubbed it and didn't hurt the bones inside, so it was fine. (To be continued......)