"Knock knock." Three long and two short knocks on the door gently echoed in a residential building outside Kowloon City. Just a moment later, the mottled door was suddenly opened, and a man with a thief's eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes leaned out nervously to look around, and saw that there was only Hong Xue, and immediately respectfully dodged to let him in.

As soon as they entered the room, the four big men who were standing in the living room immediately stood up and saluted respectfully. These burly men are all members of the team who have been trained for many years, and they have all their skills, so they will come out with him this time. It is also a helper who can reassure him.

"The hosts! How's it going? The thief-eyed man closed the door and asked with a questioning face. Even if he is thrown into a separate place, it is difficult for people to make any reflection. Hong Xuexue chose such a person to come to the door, and it was also painstaking.

"Yes! Sure enough, these special forces are very skilled, no wonder they can dominate the R country! However, the man sent by the Báb is not bad, is he a cheetah? "At the end he was kind of talking to himself. The five people who were standing listening were confused. Hong Blood didn't say anything, and they didn't dare to ask any more, so they could only stand quietly.

As if pondering for a while, Hong Blood suddenly laughed: "Just let them do it first, how can people without Babu show their strength, how can they set off our importance." Hehe, I'll make a move when they are in a critical situation, so that the bargaining chips will increase a lot. Regardless of the deeper and deeper fog of the five people, Hong Blood laughed, turned around and entered the back room, never to appear again.

Nighthawk didn't dare to slack off, he knew that the people sent by the general were staring at him. So as soon as he woke up early the next morning, he reported to the general the whole of the previous night. Of course, he saved the process of not killing Lao Zhou and the conversation, but simply said that another group of people appeared as soon as he saw people.

The general didn't have any opinions, but the official affirmation of the significance of his actions at least deterred Lao Zhou's arrogance. Let him make persistent efforts to complete the task as soon as possible.

Hanging up the phone, Nighthawk was depressed. Just when he saw him, he was shocked by his arrogance, and he didn't see where Lao Zhou's arrogance was. In that way, the dog who said that he was a lost family would exalt him.

In the days that followed, Nighthawk and the group were once again left in idleness. During this period, Qin Tian also came several times, but none of them could bring news of Lao Zhou. Since that time at the bar, Lao Zhou seems to have evaporated from the world, and he has never shown his head again.

This made Nighthawk calm down a lot, with his understanding of Lao Zhou. Since he had something to say to himself, he must be waiting. Wait for a good time. But where is the time and when will it appear. It depends on how Lao Zhou identifies it.

Nighthawk instead leisurely, as long as he followed the big shì, one day, he would see Lao Zhou again.

Also waiting are Matsumoto and Hongxue, these three forces that are not parallel to each other are gathering in Port X at this moment, all because of the point of Lao Zhou. While Nighthawk was waiting easily, it was the most annoyed that Hongxue, who should not be anxious, was the most annoyed.

He can't help but be in a hurry, at this moment, all of Hong Batai's properties have been taken up by Assenwang, and if he waits one more day, things will be out of control for one day. When Assenwang finished buying people's hearts, he replaced all the people loyal to Hong Batai. When the time comes, even if you call back, it's useless.

But it's useless for him to be anxious, things can't be controlled by him, he can only anxiously turn around like ants on a hot pot, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Just when everyone is about to panic! Qin Tian came to the door again with a smile on his face.

Nighthawk couldn't help but nervous when he saw his expression, but he knew. Qin Tian is actually very sympathetic to Lao Zhou, and it can be seen that he is also the kind of person who will repay his kindness. Therefore, he would not be so happy in things based on Lao Zhou's life.

As soon as Qin Tian met, he said straight to the point: "Do you want to know who the person who attacked Lao Zhou is?" As soon as he heard Qin Tian's straight to the point, Nighthawk suddenly thought of the pale face in the bar and the mysterious person with his strange skills, and couldn't help but nod his head and said, "Who is it?" You got it? Qin Tian laughed and said, "Of course, I'm from an intelligence background!" Can you hide this little thing from me? Well, I checked the entry records, and these people should all be from Fuso. I'd like to give you the exact location where they stayed, and I won't need to talk about the rest. Nighthawk stood up suddenly, and said with a murderous aura: "Of course, if you don't get rid of these people, it's hard to guarantee that they will do bad things next time." Both of them suddenly laughed, and they both understood in their hearts that this was actually to ensure Lao Zhou's safety. Before he figured things out, Lao Zhou had to live safely.

In the past few days, Matsumoto has been nested in the hotel, and he has not left the door for half a step. Since the last time the ghost hand missed at the bar, for some reason, the liaison officer sent to them by Shimada has never given him half of the information.

Matsumoto, who has nothing to do, is full of hatred in his heart and doesn't want to go anywhere. Oni Te, who likes to be as clean as a ghost, doesn't know what he's doing in his own room.

Only the three fun-loving guys were left in the tank, and the room was full of suffocation. As the best special forces in the world, they know the importance of discipline. Without action, they can only stay in the house and pass the time with those TV that they can't understand.

The night is a little deep, but the international metropolis of Port X has just begun his debauched night life, with beautiful women in low-waisted shorts and black silk streets forming a unique landscape. Neon lights shone on both sides of the street, and the noisy streets came alive again after a brief silence.

The end of the day is exchanged for the beginning of the night, and people seeking pleasure everywhere come and go to various entertainment venues, and the crowds go to all corners. It's hard to figure out which path is best for you, and many people can only follow the tide everywhere, haunting the lights and wine.

Matsumoto stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of light whiskey in his hand, watching the crowd of ants at his feet. He shook the wine glass in his hand, but his eyes gradually turned into the distance.

His heart was very anxious, and the enemy was in a corner of the city, perhaps like the crowd at his feet, living happily every day. And he stood in front of the window in a daze helplessly. Doing some rough work that can only wait. Thinking of this, a wave of anger instantly burned all over his body, this was not the life he wanted at all.

He's a nobleman, he's a special soldier, and he's a proud Matsumoto. He slammed the glass full of wine in his hand against the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. The glass immediately split when it touched the window, which was a hundred times stronger than it, and the glass of wine flew and spilled all over the floor.

Matsumoto just looked at the fragments under his feet and gasped sharply, the huge mental pressure had made him depressed for too long, and at this moment he could finally vent a little, which made him feel a little more relaxed. Jack and Jamie turned around, startled by the sudden sound. I thought something was going on.

When they saw the scene in front of them, the three of them all sighed slightly, they knew the pain in Matsumoto's heart. Tank stood up, trying to comfort Matsumoto.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud bang, and a dark shadow shot in quickly. Both hands pressed down on the hands of the two Jamie brothers who had just drawn their guns.

For the first time, the ghost hand panicked and said, "Hurry up, we are surrounded!" One minute to go! Hardly thinking, the few people who had seen the ghost's hand skills didn't even bother to pack their things, so they pulled up their legs and ran out of the door with Matsumoto.

After arriving at this hotel, they were already familiar with all the road strengths, and they had also found several escape routes that they might need in the future.

"Take the stairs!" Seeing that the two elevators were rising rapidly at the same time, Matsumoto instinctively turned around and ran towards the stairs with three dead friends. The ghost hand followed at the end, and he didn't forget to take out a few bags by the way when everyone was busy running away, and they were all on his back at the moment, guarding the last to make Matsumoto the palace.

As soon as he pushed open the security door, Matsumoto heard the sound of rapid footsteps tapping upstairs, the sound was fast, and it was completely rushing upward.

"Go upstairs!" Without the slightest hesitation, Matsumoto, who was wearing only his shirt, turned around and ran upstairs. The man behind him followed him with ease. This is their last escape route, and if it is useless, they can only be a turtle in an urn and wait for death.

Almost on his heels, Matsumoto hadn't run up two floors before Nighthawk's squad had all surrounded Matsumoto's room from the stairs and elevators.

The bull kicked the door open, and the door was empty, and there was nothing. Only the fragments of the glass that remained in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were still shaking slightly.

"The TV was hot, it didn't go far." Mengfei yelled at Nighthawk.

"Chase, go upstairs, they can only go upstairs!" A group of more than 20 people turned around with guns and chased upstairs. It's already the 26th floor, and there are not a few floors above. Unless the killers put on their wings, they will have to wait for themselves to solve it.

The people guarding the staircase watched inexplicably as the brigade suddenly rushed in. But the team didn't stop and rushed upstairs.

The building has a total of 40 floors. Nighthawk made it to the final staircase in just three minutes. He slammed into the roof exit. The big bull behind him didn't stop, and rolled out with an arrow, raising his gun to search around.

"Safety!" Receiving the signal from the big bull, the team poured out of the exit like a tidal wave. The team members held pistols and formed a search state in groups of four in battle formation.

"There! They're running away! Suddenly, the monkey pointed to the north side of the roof and screamed in a panic. Nighthawk looked in the direction of his finger, and a tall black man in a black gliding suit grinned at Nighthawk from afar, spread his arms like a giant bat, and leapt downstairs, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Nighthawk shouted and chased after him. Suddenly, a familiar cold light flew from the corner without warning. Nighthawk almost instinctively blocked it with his pistol.

"Ding!" A dagger fell to the ground with a sound of cold light, revealing a terrifying coldness.

Nighthawk turned his head in shock to see that Ghost Hand was standing by the eaves on the other side, smiling at him. Turned around, and also disappeared into the dark roof.

"Damn, let these guys run away!" After searching the roof, they didn't find half a figure, which made the team members very frustrated. It was supposed to be an action that was destined to be achieved, but it turned out to be like this, which is really frustrating.

Nighthawk picked up the dagger left by the ghost hand, slowly paced to the eaves where the ghost hand had disappeared, and muttered, "Who are you?" ”