118 Night Battles (1)

Rainy night.

The mountain wind was howling, the torrential rain covered a qiē, and the surroundings were pitch black, except for the faint light from the small stone house in the valley and the two high platforms in front of it. It seems that even on such a rainy day, the other party has arranged a sentry post just in case.

Bang.

Bang.

The explosions resounded one after another, and in the face of the lightning one after another, it was really not easy for Lin Qingyang and the short knife to hide their tracks. But the difference of the master is only reflected in this environment, the two of them drove left flash, as fast as a rabbit, with the help of the surrounding grass and trees, while dodging the detection from the high platform, while quickly touching into the valley, the bean-like rainstorm hit their faces, and the two were unaware.

Swish.

A light sound, the short knife in the hand more than the handle of the 56 type three-edged military thorn, this kind of iron guy seems to be outdated, but the short knife is especially loved, a southern Xinjiang operation, he also won the title of the king of military thorns, this seemingly ordinary military thorn in China is famous, known as the 'bloodletting king', three narrow blood grooves, enough to make people shocking.

This is an extremely dangerous weapon.

Only a master can control it.

It is said that relevant experts have judged this weapon, this iron guy, no matter in any part of the human body, only needs to stab 8 centimeters deep to take people's lives! The military spur held by the short knife looks very ancient, and the handle of the military spur is engraved with four strong and powerful characters: Defend the family and defend the country!

Right.

Defend the country!

Lin Qingyang told the short knife the identity of the group of people in front of him, for this kind of person, the short knife has no good feelings, in the consciousness of the soldiers, this kind of guy who dares to offend so much on the mainland, there is no essential difference between those invaders, and the short knife will not have the slightest sense of guilt to kill their group of drug lords.

"With a gun?"

Moving forward, Lin Qingyang asked.

"You have a gun?"

The short knife rushed in front of Lin Qingyang.

Sou.

Lin Qingyang took out a Black Star pistol and threw it at the short knife in the air, "Snatched it from a few bastards!" ”

Take the short knife and put it away. Dealing with the group of outlaws in front of him, he is full of experience, and he will not talk about any fallacies such as refusing to use guns in order to restore the peak, guns are such things, but they can save lives at critical times, besides, in those days, guns were also an inseparable part of his life!

Thundered.

Another explosion thunderbolt struck directly on a big tree in the back mountain, and the flickering fire suddenly penetrated from the forest in the back mountain.

Front.

500 meters and 1,000 meters in front of the stone house, two high platforms were set up, and on each high platform, there were two violent elements armed with AK47s to stand guard. On the high platform of one of them, a blue-eyed, curly-haired white man spat fiercely and scolded the accomplice next to him**!

The Nanyang native next to him was also dissatisfied.

Looking at the group of people in the back room, who were full of wine and meat, the two of them felt that it was such a thing to stand guard here, on this rainy day, who would come to engage in a sneak attack so blindly, even if there were, they had to ask the AK in their hands if they agreed!

Click.

There was a sudden soft sound from under the high stage.

Nanyang people were startled, quickly ran to the edge of the high platform and looked down, and then said again,-, the string in my head has been so tight lately that there is not even a ghost underneath! It is estimated that it must be the sound of this storm, turning back, but immediately after, this person's face suddenly changed, and in front of him, there was a middle-aged man with a beard and scum, with a cold face, holding a military thorn in his hand, aimed at his heart!

Type 56 stab!

The Nanyang people obviously knew the power of this 'bloodletting king', and they were drenched in cold sweat on their foreheads, and their legs and stomachs trembled, and they were about to fall.

Damn!

What bad luck!

It's a day in the heavy rain, and this person is still ghostly!

The short knife didn't wait for him to be verbose, flipped the military stab, and knocked the other party unconscious at once, on the other side, Lin Qingyang also knocked the white man off the high platform with one punch, and before he landed, the guy was already completely fainted, and he didn't have time to scream.

The short knife pointed to another high platform five hundred meters away, "Next target!" ”

Lin Qingyang nodded, "We can compare who kills more people." ”

After saying this, he put his heels on the ground a little, the whole person snorted, a swoop, to the bottom of the high platform, a few steps in a row, a few breaths, only a hundred meters away from the other high platform, followed by the short knife looked at the corner of the mouth twitched, he, this kid is so young, how did he do it!

That's a lot of speed!

But unfortunately.

God is very unhelpful.

Click.

Just when Lin Qingyang was about to jump onto the high platform, a bright lightning suddenly brightened, and on the high platform, a guy looked around boredly, and with this lightning, he happened to be opposite to Lin Qingyang!

"Holy!"

"Someone!"

The man on the high platform beckoned his partner, and the two of them immediately became vigilant, quickly removed the AK rifle on his shoulder, and was about to shoot at Lin Qingyang below, but just as his fingers were about to press down, two sneering sounds with a strong sound of breaking the air suddenly loud, Lin Qingyang shook his hand and flew out two stones, hitting the wrists of the two, and with a hula, the rifle fell to the ground.

Silk ~~~

Silk ~~~

The wrist hurt so badly that the two of them lifted their hands to see that the place where they were hit by the stone was already swollen, and the palm of his hand could not move, and the whole hand was completely unconscious. Can a stone make a person like this? Thinking about the two of them makes me feel horrified.

Shouting people.

Yes, they can still call people.

Ignoring the pain, the two guys looked at each other and were about to shout, but as soon as their mouths opened, there were two more 'snort' sounds, and two stones, which generally flew into their mouths, paused, and the two of them pounced, and then fell to the ground silently.

The area of the wooden and stone house is not small.

It is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower.

Ground floor.

Most of the people of the Nanyang Assassination Group stayed here, it was pouring rain outside, the lights in the house were dim and swaying, dozens of people gathered together, talking and laughing there presumptuously, of course, there were also many Nanyang people, whites, and blacks who were angry and scolded for the bad environment, the water and soil, and the police bastards of Huaxia......

"Damn, have you heard, the six people who were sent to assassinate Lin Qingyang yesterday were all killed?"

"How is that possible?"

"How could it be, I heard that they were inexplicably served by a group of policemen in a hotel!"

"Paralyzed, it's bad luck!"

"It's all that-day-brat!"

"What about that Xia Lixing, he should have been killed, I saw from some information that this guy doesn't know kung fu at all, let alone a few people, even if one of us comes out, he can kill him several times!"

"Dog-, kill the hair, our people haven't found this Xia Lixing at all, I-grass is really enough to carry it!"

"It is rumored that the police of Huaxia Kingdom have great powers, you say, we won't be planted here, right?"

"How is that possible?"

", the government-government-army of Nanyang hasn't been beaten into dogs when they meet us, what can the people of Huaxia do, come and destroy one by one!"

"Yes!"

"Fuck them!"

Everyone talked non-stop, some foreign guys couldn't understand these dialects, gathered in a corner, their faces were ugly, and they were scolding non-stop with their mouths, and the room was going to be chaotic and messy, at this moment, there was a banging knock at the door, and the sound was very urgent!

"!"

A blue-eyed blond European man cursed, popped a dagger in his hand, and walked towards the door step by step.