Feng Qianyang walked quickly through the woods with the sound of the wind, his feet on the branches of the trees without making a sound, and his body drew arcs between the trees. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time of the evening, there is no one walking around the campus, and it is time to practice leg exercises. When Master was alive, he often let Feng Qianyang move and leap between the trees, not to make a sound, not to borrow strength from the ground, and to insist on a pillar of incense for a long time with his own strength. This is the assassin's life-saving trick, more important than the killing move, so Feng Qianyang learned very hard under the master's teaching, three years of cultivation can catch up with the master's pace, and the next few years will be more sophisticated, the master admits that Feng Qianyang is very talented in the art of maneuvering, and he can ride the wind to a height of three zhang in one jump.

Since coming down the mountain, Feng Qianyang has rarely performed this skill, firstly, because it is too terrifying and does not want to attract attention, and secondly, he has not yet encountered a life-threatening danger, so there is no need to escape. Feng Qianyang found out that there was no one on the hillside tonight, so he practiced kung fu in the woods without fear. Suddenly, there was a whistling sound in the woods, as if the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings, the pine waves were bursting, and the waves were undulating.

By the time the raindrops fell, Feng Qianyang had already risen from the wind and headed straight towards the dormitory.

Needless to say, when I returned to the dormitory, I saw the same scene, Liu Sen and Deng Qiang were not surprised by Feng Qianyang's late return to old fritters, and they didn't bother to ask him what he was doing, Feng Qianyang was lying on the bed thinking with the sound of keyboards and snoring, and after going down the mountain for nearly a year, he didn't know what kind of changes he had at all.

After the roommate fell asleep, Feng Qianyang got up and got dressed, took his mobile phone and went out.

As usual, he dodged the cameras all over the campus, no one could pay attention to the ghostly wind Qianyang, the night was his best disguise, the sound of heavy rain overshadowed his steps, and tonight was a rare opportunity to assassinate.

This mission is to assassinate a real estate developer boss on charges of forcing suicide, and the photo shows a fat head with big ears and a huge gold chain around his neck, and his face is full of flesh, giving people the first impression that it is not a good stubble. Feng Qianyang really likes to take on this kind of task that can see the good guys and bad guys from the photos, saving him the inner struggle. He didn't necessarily hesitate when he started, but he didn't want to have emotional fluctuations in his heart, which was undoubtedly a hurdle for his cultivation.

According to Master, the Assassins' final destination was either to be killed by other Assassins, or to die alone and end their miserable lives. From the moment you set foot on this road, your fate has been closely linked to the filmmaker, the organization is your home, no matter what kind of task you receive, you must do your best to complete it, until you fight for your life. Assassins are an asset to the Shadowman Organization, and they can bring immense benefits, especially in times of unstable and unpopular relationships.

The Royal Hotel, a place with a bad name, is full of all kinds of luxury cars parked at the door, as well as bewitching women of all colors, and Yingge Yan is endless. Security at the door is tight, and it's almost impossible to punch in with the lights on. Feng Qianyang walked around the periphery of the hotel and found more than a dozen monitoring probes, and also found a few dead ends, just how to break through from here. There is not much time left, and before dawn, I have to send the real estate boss to the west.

Feng Qianyang crouched in the half-human-tall bushes, adjusting his breathing, and he needed to climb from the corner to the third floor within two seconds of the monitoring probe swinging to the other side. He counted one, two, three silently in his heart, and his figure suddenly exploded, jumping upwards suddenly, and with a string of ghosts, it gently landed on the balcony on the third floor. Fortunately, I had practiced the art of maneuvering in the woods for a long time before I came, and it came in handy.

The real estate boss's room is in the presidential suite on the top floor, Feng Qianyang checked the floor plan of this hotel in the bedroom, if you go directly up from the elevator, you will definitely be found, and the elevator space is narrow and not conducive to escape. The staircase is also monitored and guarded by security guards, which is like an iron bucket. The old man had only moved here for the past two days, and had not been out of the house since, presumably because he had received the news that someone had taken his dog's life, and had taken refuge here.

Feng Qianyang didn't care how many waves of killers had taken action before, he didn't have to think about it to know that all of them had missed, and he must not make any mistakes in this operation, and he didn't want to lose the prestige of his master and his old man. He closed his eyes and let the tears stop, since he came down the mountain, Feng Qianyang felt that he was no longer an assassin, and the heart of Gu Jing Bubo before, now let his emotions explode uncontrollably. Countless ancestors have proved that if the assassin has feelings, then death is not far away.

He looked at his watch, and it was half past two in the morning, which happened to be the time when people were most sleepy.

You can't go upstairs from the inside, you can only climb up from the outside. The twentieth floor is nothing to Feng Qianyang, as long as there is a place outside the wall, he can easily jump up, the only thing to pay attention to is to avoid some bright rooms.

Feng Qianyang climbed out of the wall, grabbed the drain pipe with both hands, and pedaled on the wall to carry the technique of moving, like a gecko swimming on the wall, and suddenly reached the window on the twenty-eighth floor.

He hid his figure under the windowsill, and heard a voice inside, a very rude voice.

"Damn, I'm not used to living here! There is no woman, Lao Tzu is uncomfortable for a moment! "After that, he dropped things there.

"Mr. Lai, for your safety, we can't let anyone in, please understand, these are extraordinary times。。。。。。" A man said.

"Enough! Lao Tzu doesn't want to hear this, you are all rice buckets, and last time I hurt Lao Tzu lost an ear! What is the use of Lao Tzu raising you? As he spoke, he began to curse his mother, and the others never spoke again.

Feng Qianyang couldn't be sure how many people there were, he had only one goal this time, and he didn't want to harvest the lives of others. The Assassin doesn't need to kill indiscriminately, he just needs to achieve his goal, he needs to find a way to lure the others away. In this way, it is convenient to start, and there is no need to kill indiscriminately, and the bodyguards also use people's money to eliminate disasters for others. Feng Qianyang didn't even realize why his heart had become so soft, as if he had forgotten his identity as an assassin.

The room was quiet, and if it continued like this, the mission would fail. Feng Qianyang leaned against the exterior wall to the bathroom window, turned in, landed silently, through the frosted glass, you can see that there is a figure outside walking towards this side, Feng Qianyang jumped up, hung on the water heater, curled up to watch the bodyguard below take off his pants. Suddenly he floated down behind the man, reached out to cover his mouth, and poked a finger into the cervical vertebrae, and the bodyguard slid down like a mess of mud. Feng Qianyang quickly caught him and hid him in the corner next to the toilet.

"Why did Brother Wang go to the toilet for so long, and he hasn't come out yet, so he won't have hemorrhoids again, right?" A voice rang out.

"You have a lot of nosy things, and people are in the way of going to the toilet?" Another voice lectured him.

And then it was a little frighteningly quiet.

At least two bodyguards need to be put down, Feng Qianyang thought to himself, maybe there are more people, and it is not a way to wait like this.

He opened the bathroom door softly, the space outside is indeed very large, the presidential suite is different, how many people may not be able to afford to live in their lives, but these black-hearted real estate developers with fat brains can sing here every day. Long Qianyang suddenly understood a little bit about the so-called bloodless society in Master's mouth, maybe the terrible thing was here.

There were four rooms in the suite, and he stood close to the base of the wall of the hallway leading to the living room, listening carefully to the sound of breathing around him. One breathed loudly, accompanied by snoring one after another, and the listening direction should be on the sofa in the living room, and it seemed that Mr. Lai had fallen asleep; There are two people who breathe steadily and long, and they seem to be practitioners, and they can easily determine the direction of the two people; The other, which was intermittent and unpredictable, was relatively far away from him, and its position seemed to change all the time, suggesting that the person was constantly moving, but there was no sound of footsteps.

Feng Qianyang is sure of his ability to listen to voices and distinguish positions, he has never made a mistake for so many years, and it seems that he has met a master tonight. That master should be outside the door, let's solve the two inside first.

He deliberately pushed out the bathroom door and made a sound, "Look, I'll just say that Brother Wang is fine, it's just a little longer to go to the toilet, what's the fuss, maybe he's playing with his mobile phone." A bodyguard whispered, for fear of waking up the fat pig sleeping on the sofa.

They found that they hadn't seen Brother Wang come over for most of the day, and they were suddenly a little strange, from the bathroom to the living room was only a dozen meters away, and they could crawl over, but there was no movement at all.

"Brother Wang?"

"Brother Wang, where are you?"

Feng Qianyang heard that the two people were moving in this direction, and listening to the footsteps should not be on alert. He thought to himself that this would be easy, and his body pressed against the ceiling of the hallway like a gust of wind.

When the two of them approached the door of the bathroom, Feng Qianyang's figure appeared behind them, and before they could react, they were poked unconscious.

Such bodyguards can deal with ordinary killers, but they are completely powerless to parry real assassins. This is why the masters of the sect have urged the Assassins not to move around the world, lest they cause a commotion and burn themselves. The strategy of a corner of the peace has allowed the Filmmaker Organization to survive for thousands of years, and they have been cultivating in the snowy mountains without fighting with the world, and the world has gradually forgotten the existence of this organization.

Feng Qianyang walked to the living room silently, avoiding being noticed by the master outside the door, and his steps were all to force the strength of his feet to cushion the pressure, making him feel like he was stepping on a cloud, only feeling that the wind was blowing on the soles of his feet. This kung fu was taught to him by his master for seven years, and he was able to silently get close to his target to carry out assassinations while carrying out missions. As far as he knew, there were only two people in the organization who knew how to do this kind of kung fu. After Master left, he is the only one who can use it now. He had never performed it in front of his peers, so no one else knew about it, and only thought that he was a waste apprentice adopted by the old man in the back mountain, and he would only perform the task of a junior apprentice.

He approached his target on the couch, and the shrill snoring made him feel like a fat pig lying on it, disgusting.

The energy spilled down his fingers, forming an invisible blade that slashed quickly through the target's throat.

There was no blood, no screams, just the sound of snoring that slowly faded away.

Feng Qianyang walked to the bathroom window, there was a loud "bang", the thick door was forcibly broken open by external forces, and a thin man in a Tang costume rushed in, but he was still a step late, and all he saw was a black shadow falling through the window. Dark shadows tossed and turned around the exterior walls of the hotel, and in a moment they disappeared into the pre-dawn night.

The dawn came as scheduled, but some people never had the chance to see it again.