"I'd better go sleep in the basement with the big fat man for one night." Listening to her daughter Hong's words, the weekend was like a guinea pig found by a big-faced cat, and she didn't care about her daughter Hong's body that almost fell apart, and a slip of smoke rolled up from the bed, without looking at her daughter Hong, and ran away directly.

"Coward!" Not long after leaving for the weekend, my daughter closed the door of her room and muttered to herself, "You like what I can say, I can't really eat you." ”

Just because his daughter Hong said that she believed in her fate and said that she was a red face, she began to guard the door of her daughter Hong's room every night on the weekend, of course, in order to avoid making Qi Baobao think too much, so he didn't dare to sleep blatantly outside his daughter Hong's door, but moved the recliner to the door of his bedroom, anyway, his next door was Qi Baobao and his daughter Hong, and he was not afraid that Qi Baobao would be jealous.

However, what made the weekend feel boring was that after he really came to serve as his daughter Hong's bodyguard, there was no killer to assassinate his daughter Hong.

So that every night on the weekend, lying at the door of his room to sleep, the thunderous snoring made Qi Baobao often go berserk, and after a few days, even his daughter Hong couldn't stand the snoring on the weekend, under the joint attack of the two women, the weekend was helpless, so he had to obediently go back to his bed to sleep.

The night was late and rainy.

A black off-road vehicle quietly drove to the door of the baby travel agency and stopped, sitting in the car were two foreign men, one was white, looking quiet, very much like a woman, especially with a ponytail, if it weren't for being too thin to highlight his Adam's apple, it is estimated that he would really be regarded as a woman. The driver was a black man, not tall, but with a burly body, like a humanoid tank, when he got out of the car, because he was too big, the doors were all stuffed by him.

These two men, one black and one white, are like the black and white impermanence ghosts in Chinese novels, especially on such dark and windy nights.

After the two got out of the car, they both looked at the third floor of the baby travel agency, where the room was still lit and it was a weekend night study.

Then, the two looked at the door of the baby travel agency, and there was a large lock on the transparent glass door.

The white man touched it lightly, as if to unlock the big lock, while the black man whispered to him in English on the side: "White ghost, don't make a fuss, won't you just climb up from here?" As he spoke, the black man pointed to the water pipe that came down from the roof, iron and larger than a fist.

"You go up from there yourself, I'll go in through the gate, and we'll catch turtles in an urn that the Chinese people say!" The white man who was called "white ghost" by the black man had already opened the big lock with a steel wire, and the next second, he in a white suit slipped into the small restaurant of the baby travel agency silently.

The black man seemed to be very worried that the white ghost would steal his own work by walking in front, so at the same time that the white ghost's figure disappeared behind the glass door, he grabbed the iron water pipe with both arms, and climbed his body like a gecko to the third floor, as if he was climbing a rock.

The second floor of the baby travel agency is full of hostels, this is the middle of the night, and it is raining lightly, so the tenants are sleeping with the curtains closed, and the black people climb up from the water pipe that extends from the roof, which can be said to be unaware.

The black man was so agile that in less than a minute he was on the ledge of the third-floor window, where he was perched like a viper, breaking through the glass and rushing into the room with a single jump.

In the bedroom, the lamp at the head of the bed emitted a dim orange glow, and Zhou Zhou, who was wearing only a pair of shorts all over his body, was lying on the bed at this time, with a yellowed book on his pillow, and he was reading very seriously, pressing the pages with one hand and writing in the notebook with a pen in the other.

Just because he was too serious, he didn't even notice that there was a person hiding next to the windowsill.

The black man's eyesight was very good, and even though the wattage of the lamp in the room was as low as a kerosene lamp, he could clearly see the scars on his back over the weekend, one after the other, like cracks in the stone that had been battered by the wind and rain.

Just from the scars on the weekend's back, the black man can conclude that the weekend is a very hot-blooded man, but the weekend's face is not childish, and he looks like a big boy no matter how he looks, which makes the black man despise, and it is no wonder that a young man under the age of twenty, no matter where he goes, will be mistaken for a weak person, and at this time on the weekend, he is still lying on the bed reading a book, and the black man thinks he is just an ordinary high school student.

"In order not to reveal his identity, just kill him!" Such a thought flashed in the black man's heart, and in the next second, his free hand pulled out a dagger from his foot, the blade was dark, like black iron, but the blade was white and full of bloodthirsty aura, especially the sharp sword, which was sharper than the needle used for infusion, you can imagine what the fate would be if you were stabbed by this dagger.

"Bang!"

The black man struck, and his feet, which had been squatting on the wall, kicked the window pane violently, and all of a sudden, glass shards flew everywhere, some fell to the bottom of the building, and some flew into the room.

As for the black man, he in a black suit is like a leopard foraging in the dark, and he jumped into the room at once, his explosive power can be described as strong, because he used too much force, so his landing place was directly the bed he was lying on on the weekend.

In the blink of an eye, his left foot was already on the pillow, and the terrible dagger he held in his right hand was stabbed directly into the back of Weekend's head.

Fast! It's so fast! Almost at the same time as the sound of glass shattering, he had already launched the deadliest attack.

Glass shards flew everywhere in the room, because the black man's dark skin was as rough as cowhide, so he was not hurt by the glass star, but on the weekend, because he was wearing a pair of underwear all over his body, so the glass shards fell on his body like a torrential rain, and immediately several places began to bleed.

"Die!" While the black man's dagger stabbed the back of the weekend's head, such a word was squeezed out between his clenched teeth, and it was still spoken in Chinese, which was creepy.

While the black man was still outside the window, when he drew his dagger, the sharp blade reflected a light from the lamp in the room, and although the light was fleeting, it coincidentally fell into the corner of the weekend's eye.

In other words, before the black man attacked, Weekend had actually found out, but the speed of the black man was ridiculously fast, so that the dagger in the black man's hand was almost stabbed in the back of the weekend's head, and his body reacted.

In the electric light, the weekend's head was like a tiger's tail, and as soon as he pushed the sheets with both hands, the whole person rolled to the side of the bed.

The dagger in the black man's hand did not stab him in the back of the head, but stabbed deep into the pillow of the bed, but Rao was, because the blade that could almost blow off his hair was so sharp, so, just rubbing it on his ear over the weekend, and it also brought out a bloodstain.

He didn't even have time to see if his ears had been scraped or cut off by a dagger, and while dodging the black man's fatal blow on the weekend, he propped up the edge of the bed with one hand, and the whole person turned over to get up.

The black man's speed was fast, and he missed the blow, and the dagger in his hand picked up the cotton in the pillow, and after drawing a beautiful arc in the void, it swept towards the neck that had just been erected by the weekend.

At this time of the weekend, the upper body is upright, but the lower body is still attached to the bed, and this posture is as if the neck is stretched out for the black man to wipe with a dagger, which can be described as extremely dangerous. Moreover, while the black man swung a dagger and swept it towards his neck, another big black and thick hand also grabbed it, in order to press the weekend's shoulders and make the weekend retreat.

How could the black man grab his shoulders so easily on the weekend, and support the edge of the bed with one hand, and the legs that were still attached to the bed were centered on the hand supporting the bed, and made a beautiful and dangerous dragon tail swing movement, the goal was to use both legs as a whip to whip the black man in the face.

Suddenly, Weekend felt a chill in his neck, he knew that it was the dagger in the hand of the black man that had swept to his neck, at that moment, the goosebumps all over Weekend's body exploded, and on the edge of life and death, he burst out with unprecedented potential, and the neck that was close to the dagger was like encountering a dangerous antelope, and his head was thrown back hard.

This is the best chance to kill the weekend, and how can a black man let it go so easily? Almost at the same time that Weekend shook his head to dodge, his big hand had reached Weekend's shoulder.

It was as if a two-hundred-pound sack smashed on his shoulder at once, and Weekend's heart sank, and the legs that were thrown out like a whip were thrown out by the dragon's tail again, and just when the black man grabbed Weekend's shoulder and wanted to pull it, Weekend kicked the black man in the face.

Boom!

The lethality of the dragon's tail swing was very great, and it was used on the weekend when he was dying, so the black man who resisted this kick couldn't stand it at all, and even the head leader slammed into the wall with a muffled sound.

Grabbed almost, and raised his hand to slap the black man on the shoulder.

Click!

With a crisp sound of shattering bones, Weekend jumped off the bed with a single ejection, turned around and grabbed the chaise longue and desperately smashed it at the black man who had slammed into the wall and was half slumped on the bed.

"Bang!"

The black man's head that had hit the wall had just been raised, and he was suddenly hit by a wooden chaise longue weighing more than 100 pounds, and the bald head with only half a centimeter of hair suddenly blossomed, and a line of bright red flowed down his forehead.

The body of the black man is stronger than that of a scalper, and after being attacked several times in succession, he still retains his combat effectiveness.

Ignoring the blood on his forehead, he raised his hand and threw the dagger in his hand as a dart at the door of Weekend's head.

Weekend tilted his head slightly, and the dagger slammed into the cross-stitch hanging on the wall, the tip of the knife digging deep into the wall, the handle of the knife swaying from side to side, buzzing.

At the same time, the black man jumped up from the bed with a leap, and he smashed his fists into the forehead and chest of the weekend like crazy, and hit it hard!

"Look for death!" Feeling the devastating power of the fists that slammed into him, he squeezed the words out of his teeth, and the chaise longue with only two feet left in his hands slammed into the black man's fists again.

Click!

The two fists and the wooden stick collided together, and the two fists won, and the wooden stick was directly crushed by the majestic power carried by the black man's two fists.

However, the black man is not an iron man after all, so after being blocked by the wooden stick, the speed of the fists that smashed into the weekend was obviously reduced a lot.

Seeing the momentum of the two fists, he threw away the two halves of the wooden stick in his hand on the weekend, and his hands suddenly turned into iron sand palms, and he firmly grabbed the two fists smashed by the black man.

"Boy, your strength is too weak!" The black man's fists were grabbed by Weekend's palms, and there was no sense of nervousness, but instead mocked Weekend's palms in broken Chinese for not hurting him.

As he spoke, in order to prove that he was not saying a big thing, the black man's fists that had just been grabbed by the weekend were ready to be withdrawn.

The black man's fist is bigger than the mouth of the bowl, and it is pitch black, just like the iron blue when he first practiced iron sand palm on the weekend, and on the other hand, the hand of the weekend is snow-white and moist, just like a woman's hand, and the hand of the weekend is not as big as the black man, and it seems very far-fetched to grab the black man's iron fist, no wonder the black man dares to say big things.

Click! Click! Click!

At the same time as the black man forcibly withdrew his fist, the knuckles directly emitted a series of crunching sounds, because the weekend and his hands were connected, so as for whose joints were making crunchy sounds, it was impossible to tell at all.