Inside the mansion.

The guard took the cigarette out of his pocket, turned it to the leeward direction, lit the lighter, and brought the cigarette butt close to the flame, which was curling with green smoke.

In the next moment, smoke was spilling from his neck along with the blood.

The guard fell limply, and the cigarette fell to the ground, bouncing a spark.

Reach out and grab the other man's back collar and pull him into the shadows.

Fang Ri stepped forward and kicked the cigarette that was still burning to the side of the hallway with a casual kick of his leather shoe.

Then he walked up the steps.

In the living room, one of his subordinates came out with a hot brewed coffee, and when he saw him, he threw the coffee over in a panic and wanted to touch the gun on his body.

A cold light flashed in midair, and in the next moment, a scalpel had pierced his heart.

The coffee cup fell to the ground, shards flew up, and the man grabbed the man's gun, and the riddle dodged behind the vase in the living room.

"Mike?"

One of the guards poked his face out of the stairs and saw the corpse on the ground.

"Someone is invading!"

Grabbing the walkie-talkie and informing his companion, he grabbed his gun and carefully stepped up the stairs.

Step by step to the corner of the stairs, and as soon as he poked the gun out, an arm reached over and grabbed his wrist.

In the next moment, he was pressed against the wall.

The guard's eyes widened, and all he saw was a pair of silver eyes.

In his eyes, there was no killing intent, no yin, only a calm like water.

At this moment, a sharp scalpel was slicing open his throat.

Up the stairs, there was the sound of footsteps.

Fang Mystery stepped out and raised his arms.

Gunshots rang out.

The three people who rushed up the stairs fell one after another, one fell straight down the stairs, and the other two fell crookedly on the stairs.

With a gun in hand, Fang Mystery strode upstairs.

The sound of gunfire rang out throughout the mansion, and more people rushed in the direction of the mansion from the upper floors and from behind.

Fang Ri didn't pay any attention to this, he just threw away the gun and walked up the stairs.

Kill God when you meet God, kill Buddha when you meet Buddha.

A scalpel pierces the heart with precision, or cuts the throat.

Blood overflowed, and the entire mansion smelled of rust.

Finally, he made it to the third floor.

Walk up to the master bedroom and kick the door open.

"Don't come here!"

A beautiful and delicate black-haired Asian woman, clutching a gun, stands on the side of the bed in a panic.

Fang Riddle quickly glanced around and stepped into the master bedroom.

"Where is Lin Li?"

"Don't come here!" The woman held the gun tightly in both hands, her fingers trembling, "Otherwise I'll shoot!" ”

The man ignored her threats and walked in and kicked open the bathroom door.

There was no one inside the door.

His gaze flickered and landed on the door of the cloakroom behind the woman.

"Don't come here!"

The woman screamed, raised her gun and aimed it at him, her fingers pulling the trigger.

Taking a step forward, Fang Puzzle raised his hand and struck her wrist.

The gun flew out, the woman screamed and collapsed on the bed, and Fang Mi raised his right foot and kicked open the door to the cloakroom.

"No one!"

Outside the door, footsteps rang out.

He flew to his feet, jumped into the cloakroom, and leaned to the ground.

Seeing the opportunity, the woman quickly jumped up from the bed and rushed in the direction of the door.

"Don't!"

Fang Mystery reminded loudly.

It's late!

The woman had already grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open, and immediately gunshots rang out, and bullets whistled through her.

Seeing the woman fall, Fang Mystery's silver pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Someone kicked the door open and rushed in, but he cowered in his cloakroom.

"Search!"

One of his men raised his chin, two rushed to the bathroom, and the other two rushed in the direction of the cloakroom.