Twenty-eight men in black climbed over the wall in the dark night. The sound of the rain drowned out the sound of their footsteps, but these were no longer important to the wind, for the night, though dark, could not block his view; Although the sound of rain was numerous, it could not disturb his hearing. Lu Feng already knew about the arrival of the man in black, but the man in black didn't know that Lu Feng was no longer in the room.

Under the constant gestures of the leader, the men in black divided into several groups, acted according to the pre-planned plan, and each entered its predetermined position. Although there were many of them, they barely made a sound or hesitated to act, and it was obvious that they were well-trained. But none of them expected that around them, Lu Feng was swimming quietly like a ghost.

On the four large trees near the courtyard wall, the four men in black each climbed to the top at great speed, and then set their sniper rifles on the appropriate branches, and aimed at the room where Lu Feng lived through the night vision sight. The man in black on the tree on the far left was engrossed in aiming, and suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and without even making a sound, he would never wake up again.

The road wind behind the man in black grabbed the sniper rifle in one hand, carried the lifeless man in black in the other, hung the sniper rifle on the branches, stuffed the man in black between the branches, and then floated towards another tree like a ghost. Between the two trees, there were almost five or six meters, and Lu Feng did not take the practice of going down to the tree first and then climbing to the other tree, but kicked the first tree his toes, and his body floated towards the second tree like a big bird.

When Lu Feng's body floated behind the second tree and the man in black, the thorn in his hand gently pierced into the trunk, and with the help of this thorn, Lu Feng stabilized his body, and then stretched out his other hand and grabbed a branch. Although this kind of action seems simple, it requires a high grasp of the timing, and the angle of choice is also very strict, and it is almost possible to expose yourself or have nothing to grab after you reach the second tree, so that you can slide down.

After Lu Feng's left hand grabbed the branch, his body swayed slightly, and he reached the back of the man in black, and his right hand stabbed out like lightning, cutting his throat with a knife. Before the limp body of the man in black and the sniper rifle in his hand fell, Lu Feng grabbed the rifle with his left hand, grabbed the collar of the man in black with his right hand, stuck the body of the man in black between the branches, hung the sniper rifle again, and then kicked his feet and floated towards the third tree.

If this is the case, on the four trees, that is, in half a minute, the snipers of the four men in black have all been cut by the road wind in silence, and they can no longer play the slightest role. Lu Feng, who was on the fourth tree, looked at the situation in the yard, sneered, and floated towards another place. The night is black, and death is also black, and the road wind in the dark night is the embodiment of death, and it is time to harvest the lives of others!

At the corner of the corridor on the first floor, two men in black were waiting here with submachine guns, and the task of these two people was to pass by here when they escaped if the others couldn't kill Lu Feng and Lin Miaoke, and kill them last. Although the two of them knew that under the siege of so many people, even if Lu Feng had great skills, it would be impossible for him to escape from the room and pass through here, but since their leader had arranged them here, they were still ready to fight at any time.

The two men in black were each hiding on one side of the corridor, they listened intently to the movement in the corridor, the submachine gun in their hands had been turned on, their fingers were also on the trigger, as long as any stranger walked in the corridor, they would shoot mercilessly. However, when they were engrossed in staring at the entrance of the stairway, they didn't notice that there was already a ghostly person beside them, and although the sword light could not be seen in the darkness, one of them's throat had been cut in an instant. Before his gun fell to the ground, the throat of another man in black beside him had been cut with a knife.

How many times does it take to practice to be able to cut the throat with a single knife and to be extremely skillful and accurate, never to use a second knife or to deviate from any deviation, and to kill without even a single moan or exclamation without the opponent noticing? This method is really terrifying to the extreme, fortunately, the dead are already dead, and they will no longer feel afraid, otherwise if they see such a fast knife cut to their throat, they will definitely be scared to death if they are not cut to death!

At the entrance of the corridor on the second floor, near the railing, a man in black was holding a submachine gun, listening intently to the movement of the third floor, and the corridor on the third floor was quiet, and it was estimated that his accomplice had found the room where he wanted to assassinate the target and was about to break in. If this is the case, it would be superfluous for him to guard here, he was thinking this, when suddenly and silently stretched out a hand outside the railing, and on that hand, a military thorn darker than the night quickly crossed an arc, and the man's throat had been cut! One hand grabbed his gun, the other grabbed his body, and put his body on the ground, which was still alive but no longer there, and he didn't make a sound the whole time.

On the third floor of the corridor opposite the second floor, six gunners lined up, each with a miniature submachine gun in his arms. The six gunners were only three meters apart, and they mounted their submachine guns on the railing, half-crouching and aiming at the door of the room where Lu Feng was originally located. As soon as the signal was given, all the people shot at the opposite side together, and six submachine guns fired at the door of a room at the same time, and the dense fire network even the Da Luo Immortal could not survive.

At this moment, no one noticed that on the roof of the third floor, a figure was moving ghostly, his steps were lighter than a cat, and his speed was faster than a cat, and in an instant, he was above the rightmost sought-after one. I saw him hook the eaves of the roof with his toes, and his body slowly hung down like a snake, and when he was still half a meter above the gunman's head, the military thorn in his right hand suddenly crossed an arc, and the gunman's neck was cut off.

At the same moment, his other hand stretched out very quickly, and one grabbed the submachine gun that the gunman was about to get out of his hand, and with a force on his toes, one fell backwards, and his body bounced back to the roof of the building like a spring. As for the gunman whose neck had been cut, because he was already half-kneeling there, when his body was leaning down the railing, there was hardly any sound in the rain, and it did not attract the attention of another sought-after man three meters away from him.