Burst!

Feeling a chill in his chest, his subordinates looked down and saw that there was an extra hilt on his chest.

That's right, only the hilt.

Because the part of the blade has completely pierced his clothes, and has not penetrated into the flesh.

The chill quickly subsided, and then there was a stinging sensation like being burned by fire, and the hand opened his lips but made no sound, and then the man fell down like a broken sack in front of the door.

The deputy team glanced at the fallen subordinates around him, and there was a sudden chill on the tailbone, like a cold palm, all the way from the tailbone to the back, and landed on the back of the neck, making people's hearts tense and their hairs standing upside down.

Grabbing the gun with both hands, he shuddered.

"Who?!"

Behind him, an old voice suddenly came.

"Since you're here, come in!"

The deputy team turned around in surprise and kicked the door open behind him.

The carved wooden door creaked and parted to reveal an ancient foyer that was not without losing its luxury.

In the hall, the lights are bright.

An old man with slightly gray hair, wearing a thin cotton coat with dark black lines, sat upright on the Taishi chair on the right hand side of the central hall.

Facing the deputy team standing outside the door, the old man didn't even raise his eyebrows.

The cup in his hand is still as steady as Mount Tai, and he has not shaken it for the first half of it.

The deputy team recognized it at a glance, that it was the former man of the year in Dragon City, Tang Moshen's father Tang Zijiao.

After a brief panic, he raised his pistol and pointed it at Old Man Tang's face.

"No...... Don't move! ”

Old Man Tang raised his eyes, his gaze swept over the other party's obviously flustered face, and shook his head slightly.

"Isn't it good to live well at such a young age?"

The deputy team hadn't reacted yet, and what he meant, gunshots had already sounded behind him.

With a shake of his body, he fell backwards weakly, rolling down the steps.

As far as the eye could see, I saw that there was an extra person in the yard, standing between two plum trees that had just sprouted flowers.

Looking at his age, he was probably in his forties, wearing a Chinese-style thin cotton jacket, and was looking at him calmly.

The deputy team died, and they didn't figure out who the person in front of them was.

Walking forward and looking at the few blood stains splashed on the steps, Tang Ziren frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, Donald, for soiling the steps."

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Old Man Tang walked out with his hands behind his back, glanced at several corpses on the ground, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Hasn't Mo Shen come back yet?"

"The phone can't get through for the time being."

"Did you call Zishuang?"

"I've already informed my aunt and grandmother."

"Where's Miss?"

"Miss's mobile phone was called and no one answered, so I called the Tang Palace, and the housekeeper said that Miss took dozens of people to the presidential palace."

Old Man Tang frowned and pondered for a moment.

"Call me in, Chen Weiren from the Sixth Military Region!"

Tang Mo is not here, of course he, who is a father, has to carry it for him.

Tang Ziren agreed, and stepped forward to enter the door, but was stopped by Tang Laozi with his outstretched arm.

The old man raised his face and looked at the northwest sky.

In the dark night sky, a flickering point of light was particularly obvious.

At this moment, like a meteor, it was rapidly approaching the top of Dragon City.

"That's ...... Plane? ”

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, after all, he was old, and his eyes were no longer as good as when he was young.

Tang Ziren turned his face to follow his gaze and stared at the point of light in mid-air for a while.

"It should be, it seems...... Quite a lot! ”