The escort vehicle is enclosed, and the sound insulation is also excellent, and the rear cannot be seen or heard in the front cab. Moreover, the old man shot extremely fast, and the four agents in the carriage had all had their throats cut by him before they could speak, and there was no chance to warn the others.

Blood flowed down his throat, and in an instant, the closed carriage was filled with a strong smell of blood. If you were an ordinary person, I was afraid that if you smell this smell, you will have to vomit out the overnight meal, but the old man didn't feel anything wrong at all, held the soft sword in his hand, and sat down quietly.

The door of the escort car was locked from the outside, and he could only wait for the car to move when it reached its destination. Now, all he can do is close his eyes and save up his strength, and by the way, he silently calculates the direction and distance of the car in his heart, and when he arrives at the place, it is time for him to kill.

Yan Murong was wanted, he was arrested on the back foot, obviously, someone wanted him to stay in the mountains for the rest of his life, it was best to die there, but he disappointed them, and after more than thirty years, he still came back.

Thirty years ago, he was a famous doctor of the generation in Yanjing, and because of that "Green Capsule Sutra", his family was ruined, and he lived in the mountains for 30 years. Thirty years later, those people died back then, the old ones were old, he came back, he didn't want to rely on Yan Murong to help him avenge, he had to do it himself. As for what he said to Yan Murong about going down the mountain to retire, Yan Murong didn't even believe in punctuation.

The car bumped all the way, and after twenty minutes, it suddenly stopped, and soon, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the door of the escort car also opened at this time.

The agents standing outside were stunned, because they were not greeted by the familiar face of their colleague, but by the old man who was not handcuffed before getting into the car, but now standing in front of them with a sword.

There were no weak people in the FBI, and after a brief moment of surprise, the agents immediately came to their senses and reached under their hands.

The old man had said that the speed at which they could draw their guns was definitely not comparable to the speed at which he drew his sword. This is not just a scare, in fact, he really draws his sword much faster than he draws his gun.

Under the faint light, a silver phantom suddenly floated up, and every time the sword was swung, it would surely harvest a person's life, and the sword sealed their throats, so that they didn't even have a chance to call for help. There was surprise in their eyes, fear and confusion - and then they desperately put their hands around their necks to stop the blood from flowing out of the wounds, but they still fell to the ground unwillingly.

Under the dark night, a phantom swept out of the carriage, and every sword was bound to see blood, and in less than twenty seconds, the corpses of a dozen agents were already lying on the ground.

The old man glanced up and saw that there was a prison in front of him, and the car had stopped and was being checked.

At that moment, the prison alarm went off, and soon the searchlights illuminated the surroundings as if it were daylight. A corpse, the only old man standing there is particularly conspicuous - everyone is lying down, and you are standing alone, and you have become a living target.

So, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the prison, and at the same time, the gunfire of the guards on the tower rang out.

No matter how awesome the old man is, he is also made of meat, and in the face of countless guns, he chooses to turn around and run, otherwise he may become a sieve.

Yan Murong's speed is fast, and the old man's speed as a master is even more slow, if he wants to escape, no one can stop him, even the searchlight can't keep up with the extremely fast shadow, he can only see a robe floating away, and finally disappear into the boundless night-

"Su Qingwu, I solemnly warn you." Yan Murong looked at Su Qingwu, who was leaning on the bed with a serious face, her hair being split at will. "Don't think that after being a hostage a few times, you have the qualifications to play a big name - hostage hostage, isn't there a human word in front of it? If you don't eat, you'll starve to death, so I'm begging you, eat some. ”

The owner of this villa is very rich, and even Yan Murong can't find some rice to boil porridge, and the refrigerator is full of all kinds of fresh ingredients except for steaks, so he can only get a little green vegetable and beef soup.

Now, he was holding a bowl, standing beside Su Qingwu's bed, reasoning with her with a serious face.

After the strength of the medicine passed, Su Qingwu also sobered up, but she also knew what she had done, so she didn't say a word, and she refused to eat, wanting to punish herself in this way.

"Just eat some." Seeing that Su Qingwu was unmoved, Yan Murong looked helpless and said softly. "The past is gone, and I don't blame you. Besides, you didn't hurt me. ”

"I hurt you." Su Qingwu spoke, she raised her head, her eyes were covered with a thin mist, and her face was full of self-blame. "I hurt you, and I almost killed you."

"Am I not doing this?" Yan Murong put the bowl on the bedside table, and in order to prove that he was fine, he deliberately lifted his clothes, pointed to the wound on his abdomen that had already scarred, and said. "Look, it's just a little wound, it's not worth it—don't you know me? Good people don't live long, bad people live for a thousand years, I'm not a good person, how can I go to the following report so quickly - unless Lord Yama thinks that his position has been sitting for a long time and wants to change me to sit for a few years. ”

"Does it hurt?" Su Qingwu stretched out her hand and touched the scar with some trembling.

"It doesn't hurt." Yan Murong grinned. "It's better than-uh, much better than your first time."

"Vulgar." Su Qingwu was immediately amused, and her delicate face was matched with her moving gaze filled with water vapor, which made Yan Murong look a little distracted.

"You really don't blame me?" Su Qingwu asked softly.

"Not to blame." Yan Murong came back to his senses, sat on the edge of the bed, and said with a smile. "Husband and wife, you blame me, I blame you, how boring - is it possible that I have to stab you again before you feel comfortable?"

"You dare." Su Qingwu shouted coquettishly, pouting, and the strong woman rarely showed a hint of a little daughter's demeanor, and said coquettishly. "Let me eat it, you feed me."

"Okay, that's not easy?" Yan Murong happily agreed, picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, blew it, put it to Su Qingwu's mouth, and said like a child. "Well, open your mouth."

I don't know if it's a supper or breakfast, and when she finishes eating, Yan Murong doesn't bother to clean up, she directly throws the bowl on the bedside table, takes off her shoes, and a hungry tiger pounces on Su Qingwu.

"What are you doing?" Su Qingwu raised her face and asked with silky eyes.

"Don't you do it." Yan Murong took off his clothes while putting his hands on her. "I've heard that there will be sequelae after being kidnapped, so I'll help you relieve the pressure."