A flashing scalpel fell into the palm of his hand, and the eyes of Rumeng, who followed behind Qian Hao, flashed sharply, staring at the scalpel a few times, although he frowned, he didn't say anything.

And this scalpel is one of the items that Rumeng lent Qian Hao for the surgical instrument box.

Because Qian Hao took it in his hand, he took it with him by the way.

'Wow, wow...'

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in his mind like the knock of death, Qian Hao's cold eyes scanned the surroundings, and in the next second, what caught his eyes was probably the target of his murder.

21st floor.

20th floor.

19th floor.

18th floor.

At this moment, 18 was already slightly red in Qian Hao's eyes, and through the glass on the sliding door at the staircase, several people could be seen bragging and farting.

"Who?" The moment Qian Hao pushed open the sliding door, he was surrounded by three people.

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Oops, what's this doing at the door? Rumeng pushed Qian Hao away, and broke into the corridor with a squeamish voice.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly all focused on her, saying that they were looking at her, and it was more appropriate to look at her breasts and lower body, because the lines wrapped in the close-fitting tights made people think about it.

"This young lady, you are in the wrong place." One of them walked over, put his hand directly on Rumeng's shoulder, and said.

"Isn't this the 17th floor? How could I go wrong? As he spoke, he looked up at the sign in the hallway.

"Hey, what's the 18th floor, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." As if waking up from a dream, he hurriedly daoqian.

"It's okay, it's okay, what is Miss doing on the 17th floor?" One of them asked.

"Boy, get out of here." A person next to him yelled at Qian Hao.

Qian Hao smiled bitterly, bent over, and with an arrow step, the scalpel in his hand glittered with an eerie light and cut straight at the throat of the person who spoke.

I didn't have time to scream, so I clutched my throat and fell.

One person fell to the ground, and several other people hurriedly put their hands in their chests and began to draw their guns, but it was too late to move, Rumeng quickly drew out with sharp blades in both hands, and bright red fountains sprinkled all over the entire aisle, and at this moment, Qian Hao had already arrived in front of Rumeng, the scalpel in his hand was dripping bright red, and none of the more than ten people survived, all of them fell to the ground.

Rumeng pointed to the door of the conference room and drew a pistol.

"Let's go inside."

Under Rumeng's instructions, Qian Hao pushed open the door of the conference room.

There were only five people inside, three blacks, and two natives, who seemed to be discussing something fiercely, when they saw Qian Hao pushing the door in, a smell of blood entered with the wind, and one of the blacks immediately drew a gun and shot Qian Hao a few times.

Qian Hao snorted coldly, threw it casually, and the scalpel cut a cold light and shot straight at the throat of the black man.

With a 'grunt', the black man fell down clutching the scalpel in his throat.

At the same time, Qian Hao shot out quickly, taking the scalpel with one hand and leaving. The hand was like a wind, and it cut horizontally at the moment it touched the scalpel, almost half of the neck was broken along the edge of the blade, and the whole head fell directly to the other side, and blood spurted wildly. The other four people were startled, and three of them took out their weapons and shot at Qian Hao.

A black shadow swept by, and the delicate body was close to one of them, only to feel a burst of softness passing by, and the next second only a 'click' was heard, and the head had deviated from the norm and twisted back.

With a gentle push, he fended off the flying bullets and left.

In an instant, his body was covered with bullet eyes.

Qian Hao looked at it like a dream, and there was a hint of horror in her eyes, this woman not only has a good mind, a good figure, a big breast, and she has no change in the rain of bullets, how many such talents does Hongye have.

After thinking about it, the scalpel in Qian Hao's hand had already killed the other three.

The entire conference room fell silent for a moment.

Sirens sounded outside the window, and dozens of police cars sped in.

Suddenly, a short figure came into Qian Hao's line of sight, and it was actually a child crawling under the sofa, trembling.

The scalpel in his hand hesitated for a moment.

Qian Hao thought to himself, just a child.

But Rumeng walked slowly to the child.

"Leave him alone." The scalpel in Qian Hao's hand was pressed against Rumeng's back, and he said coldly.

"If you want to do it, take advantage of it now, or else... It's late. Rumeng said and pressed the child's head with both hands, and then twisted slightly, and the child completely lost his breath.

Qian Hao just watched Rumeng end up the child's life, and the scalpel behind Rumeng's back didn't move at all.

"The mission is the mission, keep him, and we will die." Rumeng stood up and said coldly.

Qian Hao looked at it coldly like a dream, and there were all kinds of feelings in his heart.

"Follow the route I said, hurry up and leave, I'll clean up the aftermath. See you in ten minutes. Rumeng said and took out a bottle of spray from his pocket and began to deal with the scene, his movements were extremely skillful, and almost all the places where the two of them landed were handled extremely cleanly, leaving no traces.

And Qian Hao went directly to the top of the building, and jumped directly to the opposite building through the rooftop, a distance of more than ten meters, and it was an inclination angle, which was a piece of cake for Qian Hao.

Sorting out his clothes, Qian Hao took the elevator directly to the first floor.

Looking at the police car speeding past him, Qian Hao's eyes revealed a trace of indifference.

Ten minutes later, Rumeng walked towards Qian Hao from the crowd.

"Deal with it, let's go." As he spoke, he disappeared into the night without turning his head.

And Qian Hao drove directly home.

On the way, Qian Hao kept thinking about the child's immature face in his mind, if he was strong enough, he could have saved the child, and he didn't even have to kill so many people tonight, but he couldn't do it. Once again he was hit hard by the weakening of his strength, and once again felt his weakness, at this moment, he just wanted to strengthen himself, infinitely strong himself.

Back home, Yingying had fallen asleep on the sofa, and Qian Hao gently picked her up and put her on the bed.

And he didn't go to bed, but returned to the hall, opened the Ding furnace, took out the five spirit grass inside, and then disappeared into the house.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Qian Hao returned home again.

At dawn, I continued to go to work, and after returning from work, every time Yingying fell asleep, Qian Hao would go out again until I returned again in the early morning of the next day, and so on for half a month.

Half a month later.

Qian Hao sat in the gloom, and a naked, exposed body in front of him woke up from death in a blur.

"You have a minute of life to think about a problem. Give me your body and you can live another 24 hours. There was no emotion in the cold voice, there was just a transaction.

"Who are you? Why? ”

"You've got 30 seconds left."

"Breathe...", feeling her breathing getting weaker and weaker and gradually losing control of her body, the girl's face was full of horror, and she hurriedly screamed, "I do." ”

A white pill shot straight into his mouth, and the feeling of weakness dissipated.

Qian Hao walked slowly from the darkness to the girl.