Ye Zifei leaned Zhang Weidong against the corner of the wall carefully, and chuckled: "It's okay." ”

She took off the gun, handed it to Zhang Weidong, and said, "You can use it, right?" ”

Zhang Weidong took the gun, snorted lightly, probably touched the wound, and said weakly: "Be careful!" ”

Ye Zifei said contemptuously: "The scum of the fifth combat power, I will come back when I go." ”

Ye Zifei took out a magazine from his bag, put it on his body, put the mask on his face again, and said, "Let me take you to save the world!" Zhang Weidong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

She took a deep breath and said, "Do you smell it?" ”

"What?"

"The smell of death!"

In the starry night of Shendu, the sky is chaotic, a few stars can not be seen with the naked eye, and the roaring noise of machine construction can be heard in the distance.

Several tall buildings block out the light, and the place is plunged into a dark corner.

Zhao Wenjie held a single-barreled shotgun in his hand, shouting and gathering his subordinates together, with a hideous smile on his face, when he thought of the goods lost today, he felt heartache, and gritted his teeth with more and more hatred for Zhang Weidong.

A woman dressed in black walked out of the building and said in a muffled voice, "No traffic here!" ”

Where did the madman come from in the middle of the night! I don't know if it's too dark to see her appearance at all.

"Kill her!" After Zhao Wenjie finished shouting, he was alert and hid behind a mixer.

Before his men could react, the woman opposite fired first, only to hear two gunshots, and the two men screamed and fell to the ground, wailing incessantly, and a bullet hit the gun in one of them, and at the same time broke several of his fingers; Another bullet directly broke another person's kneecap.

This is what Ye Zifei did on purpose, she wanted to let their screams weaken the opponent's resistance and make them feel fear.

Since you have intervened, it is your life and death, how can there be mercy.

Zhao Wenjie shouted: "Disperse and kill her!" ”

This time, more than a dozen people came, most of them were armed with guns, and they thought they could easily handle it, but they didn't know that there was such an opponent hidden here.

Their people began to shoot back, but after all, they were not professionally trained, and the bullets were flying everywhere, except for being scary, they did not cause any trouble to Ye Zifei at all.

Migrant workers who had slept overnight in these buildings were so frightened that they hugged the quilts and hid in the corners of the walls when they heard the gunshots, watching the shootouts below in horror.

Ye Fei ran quickly, changing positions, observing their position.

Her speed was too fast for the guns in their hands to keep up with her, and the guns rang out like firecrackers, flying in all directions, and the scorching bullets pierced through the night and streaked through the rays of light.

Ye Zifei suddenly raised his hand and shot a shot, the bullet pierced through the head of a gunman, and blood sprayed on the face of his companion, who screamed in fright.

"Shut up!" Zhao Wenjie shouted angrily, where did the woman come from!

As soon as he finished shouting, the men who shouted just now had already been shot and killed, and they also lost their lives.

At this time, the others had already retreated, and Zhao Wenjie shouted: "Give 100,000 for a shot of her, and 1 million for killing her, otherwise even if you go back, Lao Tzu will kill him!" ”

He tried to use money to motivate his men.

"Bang!" A bullet passed through his head, and he stopped screaming, scolding this useless waste in his heart.

He couldn't understand why he was so passive and suppressed everywhere when he was obviously more than her.

How did he understand that in Ye Zifei's eyes, he and his subordinates could only be regarded as hooligans with guns at best, and what they were holding was not a gun in their hands, at most they were thumping toys, how could they be her opponents.

No! It's not even an opponent, it's just a few minor troubles.

The gunfire became more and more sparse, more and more people fell, and the screams continued one after another, adding a terrifying color to the dark night.

Ye Zifei walked out of the darkness, and as soon as a person raised his head, Ye Zifei shot him, and then there was another scream, and he soon lost his breath.

The others hid behind cover, trembling with fear, praying for the woman to leave quickly.

But the sound of her footsteps was getting closer and closer to herself, getting closer and closer, and every step she took made people's hearts beat faster, as if she was no longer facing a person, but the Grim Reaper who harvested life.

Zhao Wenjie didn't dare to shout for a long time, he clung to the shotgun and prayed to the Heavenly God and Buddha, as if this was the only way to disperse the evil spirit.

A person suddenly pounced up from the darkness, hugged Ye Zifei from behind, and shouted in surprise: "I caught her!" ”

Before he finished shouting, Ye Zifei pulled out the military thorn, stabbed him into his throat with a backhand, and turned around and pulled out the military thorn, dodging the blood that spurted out.

The others couldn't stay any longer, screaming and running for their lives, and some finally saw her face, a face that shouldn't have been human, pitch black, like a headless zombie.

Zhao Wenjie rushed out of the mixer, and just ran two steps, a gunshot rang out behind him, and there was a sharp pain in his knee, and he couldn't control it and fell to the ground, he turned his head and shouted: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!" ”

Ye Zifei continued to walk towards him, he crawled forward with his hands prostrate, and there was only despair left in his heart.

Suddenly, Ye Zifei stopped, and from behind the mask, he let out a deep voice: "Next time you won't have such a good life!" ”

With that, she turned and ran towards the building, and the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance......

Ye Zifei ran into the building and found that Zhang Weidong was already in a coma, and he didn't have time to think about anything else, Ye Zifei directly carried him on his back, didn't take the bag, and fled with him on his back.

She can kill those gangsters, but in the face of the police, she doesn't dare to go too far.

Sirens sounded nearby, red and blue police lights flashed everywhere, and Ye Zifei calmly chose a route to escape.

The sound of the round-up was getting farther and farther away from him, and Ye Zifei was thinking about the way out in the future.

Suddenly, a tactical flashlight shone on her face in the distance, and the leaves jumped sideways into the thatch beside the path.

An angry roar came from behind him: "Stop, or I'll shoot!" ”

Damn, it's Dugu Wuji, this kid has taken stimulants, and his voice is so loud, do you think he is Zhang Fei? Cards that don't follow common sense! Ye Zifei cursed in his heart.

After he warned with a gun, he found that the other party ignored him at all, and chased after him, and the other soldiers who were searching for him heard the gunshots and moved in a semi-encircled manner, moving in their direction.

Ye Zifei was surrounded by towering thatch, and she couldn't see the situation in front of her at all, and she was still carrying the unconscious Zhang Weidong behind her, a little panicked, and there was a in front of her, and below was the filthy moat. (To be continued.) )