Chapter Twenty-Seven: This Killer Is Not Too Cold

"Also, I didn't lie to you, I'm really your uncle. Otherwise, do you think there will be a person in this world who looks exactly like your uncle and is also named Lin Feng? ”

Lin Feng's words made Chen Qingxiang stunned, she didn't expect Lin Feng to talk to herself so seriously, and talk about this issue.

In fact, this issue has been ignored by the family. Although they were shocked that Lin Feng looked like their uncle, as soon as they contacted Lin Feng's age, they automatically ignored this problem.

There may be people in the world who look exactly like their former uncle, but how can they be exactly the same as their own uncle, and even have the same name.

This kind of coincidence can no longer be described as a coincidence, this is incredible, just like Lin Feng used his fist to hit the bullet back before.

Thinking of this, Chen Qingxiang's brows furrowed fiercely, she was really confused.

"No way, my uncle can't be so young!" Chen Qingxiang shouted at Lin Feng.

A sigh appeared in Lin Feng's eyes, he knew that because of his age and appearance, he would definitely be in trouble after announcing his identity. He didn't look back, and said softly to Chen Qingxiang: "Be careful, don't dwell on this problem first, there is a bigger crisis that has not yet been solved!" ”

"Hide behind me and don't get more than half a meter away from me!"

Although he killed a Xue Shuihua, Lin Feng felt that the biggest crisis was still in the car, in the trunk that had always made his sense of consciousness sense.

"What other crises? Just those two men in black with machetes? Don't be kidding, you haven't knocked down one of these two people with one punch! After experiencing the life-and-death crisis of the bullet incident just now, Chen Qingxiang suddenly felt that her courage had become bigger.

At the very least, she can talk and laugh in front of a corpse, and the nerves of people who have escaped death will always inadvertently become larger.

"Don't move!" Sensing that Chen Qingxiang actually wanted to break free of his hand, Lin Feng was shocked.

"There's someone in the trunk, and he's a master, and he has a gun!"

Hearing this, Chen Qingxiang immediately held Lin Feng's hand tightly with his backhand, he could be called a master by Lin Feng, and he still had a gun in his hand, how awesome this is!

"And another?"

"Still a master?"

"He still has a gun?" Chen Qingxiang's tone trembled a little again, she originally thought that she had come from hell to heaven, but she had fallen into hell again before it was two minutes.

Who can stand this kind of joy and sorrow?

Chen Qingxiang was so anxious that she was about to cry, what kind of thing is this? I am a small college student, is it necessary to use both knives and guns to deal with myself?

"Gun, Lin Feng, go grab the gun!" Seeing that Xue Shuihua's corpse was still holding a gun in his hand, Chen Qingxiang hurriedly shouted.

Lin Feng didn't speak, he glanced coldly at the only two remaining black-clothed people, and frightened the two people to take a step back.

Just kidding, this is a monster who is not even afraid of guns, and he is a fart with two machetes. The two of them glanced at Ah Bing, who fainted on the ground, and suddenly became envious, if only they could faint.

"Hehe, you can actually discover my existence, it seems that your spiritual sense is no worse than your skills!" At this time, a voice actually came out of the trunk of the Volkswagen.

This voice shocked the two men in black inexplicably, although they had just heard Lin Feng say that there were still people in the trunk of their car, but they thought that this was Lin Feng scaring Chen Qingxiang.

Because, as they remember very well, there was no one in the trunk of their car.

But at this moment, there was really a person who walked out of the trunk of their car like a ghost, which of course made them horrified.

Who is it that is going to provoke someone today, first a demon who can block bullets with his hand appears casually, and then a guy who seems to be a ghost appears.

The two black-clothed people wanted to cry without tears, they felt that they were not people inside and outside there, they were not standing or sitting, and they wanted to learn from Ah Bing and fainted, but they felt that this was too fake.

This guy who came out of the trunk really looked like a ghost, a thin face that seemed to be skinny and bones, and he couldn't tell his real age, and a black robe covered his figure.

However, based on this face alone, it can be guessed that this person's body must have been thin to the limit.

"100,000 yuan wants me to deal with a master who is at least B-level, this business is really not cost-effective, but if the mission fails, it will affect my reputation." The black-robed man muttered to himself with a tangled expression, his black robe swaying in the breeze, but Lin Feng could feel that there were at least five guns in this robe.

"Isn't this a cheat,!" The black-robed man's words made Lin Feng and Chen Qingxiang stunned, which was obviously not in line with the consciousness that a master should have.

Because, the tone of the black-robed man's words was full of resentment.

"Poof" Chen Qingxiang couldn't help laughing, she felt that this weirdly dressed guy was still very funny.

"Since this business is so uneconomical, then don't do it well!" After thinking about it, Chen Qingxiang continued: "That's good, if you give up this task, I'll give you 200,000, so that you can still earn!" ”

The black-robed man's pit father broke the previous tense atmosphere, so Chen Qingxiang was also active, she was afraid that Lin Feng would really not be able to beat this black-robed man, and even if he could beat it, it would be better to spend some money to eliminate the disaster.

Lin Feng stared solemnly at this black-robed man, and his intuition told him that this was really a master, because the evil aura on his body was very strong. This means that the person in front of him has killed a lot of people, and he is not the same type as Zhang Tairan's kind of martial arts master.

There is an essential difference between martial arts and homicide!

"That's not good, my reputation is much more valuable than 200,000!" A smile appeared on the bloodless face of the black-robed man, and a trace of strange horror was revealed above the sickly paleness.

Lin Feng took a step forward, and the whole person exuded a momentum like a mountain in an instant, calm and heavy, and invulnerable.

Chen Qingxiang was protected by him, and it was foolproof.

"Hehe, your life is much more valuable than your reputation, don't lose your life for your reputation!" Facing the smile of the black-robed man, Lin Feng, who was giggling in peacetime, was full of coldness. In the face of the enemy, Lin Feng will never show mercy!

Chen Qingxiang is not deeply involved in the world, she will think about talking to the other party, and even fantasize that the other party can let them go. But Lin Feng didn't even think about it, because with a sweep of his divine sense on the other party's body, he could find the rich bloody and evil qi on the other party's body.

This is a guy with a smiling face and a knife, and he is definitely a ruthless character who kills like hemp!

"Yes, my life is much more valuable than my reputation, but unfortunately I have to hang it on my belt all the time." The black-robed man said in a gloomy tone.

"Life is so miserable and miserable!"

"That's what Tamar is...... it! ”

"Holy!"

The black-robed man suddenly scolded, causing Lin Feng's cold face to be a little stunned.