Late at night, an abandoned factory in the wilderness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Discarded wooden crates, dumped shelves, piercing gunfire and sudden flashes of fire from the muzzles......

In the quiet of the night, screams resounded continuously, echoing in the terrible whimpering north wind, like a magnificent music composed of blood and death.

Gangsters with more than 50 people and weapons with powerful firepower, whether they are cautious or fearless of death, as long as they rise slightly, they will inevitably be killed one by one.

On the other side, it's just one person.

Zhang Yang squatted down, leaning against the one-person-high iron box, and took a deep breath.

In less than twenty seconds, he had already watched three "companions" die under the other party's guns, and the black uncle, who was standing next to him two seconds ago and roaring, was also shot in the head with his foul language in the last second.

Looking at the disgusting red and white stained on his trouser legs, Zhang Yang closed his eyes and cursed fiercely in his heart.

It's a perfect press for a pair of fifty.

Zhang Yang followed the iron box and quickly moved to another location.

The gunfire gradually subsided, and the remaining dozen or so people no longer had the courage to shoot and tried their best to hide themselves, but the nightmare did not end there.

The other party was like a ghost, and after not being suppressed by firepower, he wandered around the field more and more unscrupulously.

No matter how you hide the sneak attack, or cooperate with the attack, it's like child's play for him. The occasional gunshot or scream is that he spreads the wings of death and reaps life wantonly.

The wind gradually blew away the clouds, revealing a cold full moon, like a miserable white and ghostly smiling face.

Zhang Yang held his breath.

The gentle sound of the wind blowing the corners of his clothes drilled into his ears, and he silently estimated the distance.

Suddenly, the dagger in his hand swept a cold light in the moonlight, and without a sound, he rushed out like a ghost, a ghost!

Dodge, the cold light almost brushing his skin and skimming his throat, the corners of his mouth still smiling with disdain and awe.

Brush brush brush. The shadow of the knife that cut through the air pulled out a faint trajectory, and in the three near-perfect arcs, the man's footsteps in the darkness were still relaxed and freehand, as if he was dancing with Zhang Yang thousands of times. Avoid the knife light in the millimeter.

Zhang Yang's swift footsteps were like appendages, and the two of them were not affected at all on the uneven mud ground full of steel pipes, and their bodies suddenly exchanged, and a cold red practice reflected a faint light and shadow in the pupils, and the figures of the two were still.

A trail of blood ran down the blade. Slowly dripping from the tip of the knife.

As the blood line on Zhang Yang's neck became thicker, the entire space slowly collapsed.

……

The pain was followed by endless darkness.

No thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts.

Zhang Yang finally opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, and subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, and then exhaled deeply.

With this comparison, he thought that the last training that asked him to disassemble the guns a thousand times was too interesting.

"Kosuke!" He looked at the light screen in the center and shouted angrily, "Can't you change me to a weak opponent?" What's the point of dying like this! ”

"Train your instincts to maximize your potential between life and death." Kosuke couldn't feel his collapse at all. As always, he narrated plainly, "You didn't completely hide your aura and killing intent just now, and the timing you chose was ......"

Next, it is Xiao Suke who accurately analyzes and summarizes his last simulation training, and while teaching Zhang Yang, she will also arrange the next targeted training according to these shortcomings.

In three days, this training has been experienced nearly ten times, both in the wilderness and by the sea. There are dense forests and factories, but no matter how the terrain changes, the opponent is as strong as ever. Zhang Yang is naturally as dead as ever......

Anyway, in such a "cycle and death" training, Zhang Yang didn't feel that he had made any progress, and he had no clue about Xiaosuke's so-called intuition.

After some summarization, Zhang Yang sat down in front of the computer and began to face the next training session that Xiao Zhu had prepared for him - to capture the top server.

……

The autumn wind lifts the corner of the curtain. The warm yellow sunlight cast light and shadow on the ground, and gradually was covered by shadows.

Zhang Yang, who had enough sleep, opened his eyes and looked at the door with a bright look, and sure enough, the next moment the door rang.

"Lazy pig get up!"

Zhang Yang jumped out of bed and opened the door, Su Yiqing, who was wearing pink pajamas, had her hair a little disheveled, squinted slightly and patted her little mouth - hopelessly cute.

Zhang Yang quickly nodded on her forehead.

"Let's brush our teeth!" Su Yiqing lightly kicked him on the calf with her bare feet, and scolded with a smile, "I hate it!" ”

Zhang Yang smiled and turned around to fold the quilt, turned his head and shouted at Su Yiqing, who walked back to his room: "Where did I put the toothpaste I bought last time, my toothpaste seems to be gone......"

"It's in the living room, you look for it."

"Oh."

folded the quilt, opened the curtains, and opened the computer with his hand, but there was still no result, and it seemed that he had lost the trace of the bandit leader again.

Hearing the movement in the living room, Zhang Yang quickly closed the computer, and a tube of toothpaste came in from the door: "......"

……

"The fire is a little smaller...... Zhang Yang stretched out his hand, looked at Su Yiqing, who was blocking the spatula as a shield in front of him, and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, let's do it ...... me"

"Don't!" Su Yiqing hid the spatula behind him, and resolutely defended his right to fry poached eggs with his teeth and claws, "You go to watch TV, don't affect me, go ......"

Zhang Yang raised his hands and was helplessly pushed out by her, and suddenly his nose moved, and his face changed: "Jiao Jiao......"

"What's wrong, what's wrong, ah-"

……

"It's all your fault, I obviously fried it well yesterday...... It's all you who affect my performance......" Su Yiqing took the spoon and carefully picked the poached egg that Zhang Yang fried for her, looked at the somewhat charred scrambled egg on Zhang Yang's plate, and said angrily.

"Yesterday, I obviously helped ......" Zhang Yang lowered his head and whispered in protest, but he still swept away the scrambled egg brush, "It's also delicious." ”

"It's strange to believe you!" Su Yiqing watched him gulp milk, and suddenly gave him a cute look.

After breakfast, Zhang Yang took Su Yiqing out to buy a bicycle, today is the last day of the holiday, classes will start tomorrow, although the apartment is not far from the school, but it will be much easier to have a bicycle.

As for buying a car directly, although the money is no problem, first, it is too high-profile, and secondly, Zhang Yang has not yet taken the driver's license, so there is no need for this.

When they arrived at the bicycle shop, under Su Yiqing's repeated insistence that "riding calves will become thicker", the two finally bought only one.

Back at the apartment, the courier was waiting at the door.

The last piece of accessories that Zhang Yang bought was finally delivered. (To be continued.) )