We crouched in front of the hut and waited patiently for five minutes, as calm as ever.

"Boss, what do you think is going on inside?" I said in a fog: "It's not so quiet, is it empty?" The tyrant killed Zhang He and left on foot? ”

"I think it's all over." Ye Jia thought about it and said: "It's really good to be able to win four kills before you die." ”

"Why don't you two calves think that Zhang Wuwu is safe and sound?" Xu Rui helped down the toad mirror and instructed: "Ye Zi, you are good, turn to the window of the grass house, glance inside, and come back to report the current situation." ”

"Let me eat a popsicle first."

Ye Jia took out the popsicle hidden in his pocket, he tore open the package, bit it in his mouth and rattled, and soon there was only a wooden stick left. Then his legs and feet moved frequently, like a lonely shadow, and quietly approached the window on the other side of the grass house, he tilted his head sideways and glanced at it sneakily, with a look of surprise on his face!

He...... What did you see?

Our gesture towards Yega was ignored, and after a few seconds, the latter waved in this direction, signaling to come and watch together. Xu Rui and I walked closer suspiciously, squeezed Ye Jia away, and saw everything in the grass house.

On the chair next to the fire, Zhang He sat there with his eyes closed, touching the harmonica back and forth in his hand. At his feet, however, stepped on a man in a black leather coat, whose wrists and ankles were trickling with blood, and who seemed to have broken his tendons and tendons, crawling on the ground like a dying dog, squirming slightly.

There were also pistols and sharp daggers on the ground.

I could vaguely see the man's appearance, with no identifying features, and there were many thin paper-like human skin masks torn apart, which was a stunt that had been passed down through the generations.

Such a scene deeply shocked us!

Zhang what, oh no, Zhang Wuwu, in the face of the judges of the peak criminals, he really won four kills...... I can't find any adjectives to express my state of mind at the moment.

A kind of respect for the treasure knife that has been hidden for a long time but has not grown old......

We stopped peeping, went straight to the front door, and knocked politely.

Zhang He's voice sounded for a while, "Kill me, or?" ”

"Policeman, want to come in and talk." Xu Rui said with a smile, and got an answer, he pushed the door open, and we entered the room together. I first came to the man at Zhang's feet and moved his head, although I had not seen the real face of the tyrant, but this should be, after all, the human skin mask had been torn off.

"Dude, you're hiding so deeply." Xu Rui praised without concealment: "Real people don't show their faces, they don't show their faces." His ambiguous demeanor is like wanting to pick up a girl, don't say that he wants to dig a pit for Zhang, a god.

"Nothing...... Hehe, I just took the initiative to send it to the door after collecting the life debt, and I can't refuse the kindness of others, right? Zhang He held the harmonica, but his eyes never opened, "After so many years, there are always people who can't open their eyes to find it, this is the fifth." ”

Hearing him admit it himself, my eyelids jumped, "What about the three in front?" ”

"It's rotten in the lake and garbage." Zhang He was a little disdainful of the inquisitors of the violent vein, "As for this, I saw you come twice, I must have wanted to arrest him, so take him away, I don't bother to send it to the lake again." Of course, if you police think that killing a few people is a crime and deserves a death sentence, I don't mind. ”

"How can I be?" Xu Rui weighed the pros and cons, he saluted the ground, and said casually: "Zhang Wuwu, you were a member of the A7 team of the ninth bureau twenty years ago, and you were sent to the Dead Lake to carry out tasks, and so far you have countered four generations of violent trials, and you have no merit. I, Xu Rui, salute you! ”

What the boss said was like the truth, in fact, I knew that he had given the other party a reasonable "license to kill", but it can be seen that he admired Zhang from the bottom of his heart. Moreover, the other party is not an innocent person who kills innocents indiscriminately, a typical example of "if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, I will slaughter them." ”

"Thank you." Zhang He said lightly.

Suddenly, I thought of what Zhang said before, and said in surprise: "Wait, you said this is the fifth?" ”

Zhang He nodded, "It seems to be the second time in my impression, two came, one called himself a tyrant like the rest of the 'interest', and the other had a strange title, called a carrion, and then I turned him into a real carrion." ”

I, Ye Jia, and Xu Rui's jaws were so shocked that they almost fell to the ground, and even the carrion corpses of previous generations were taken down? This is a real five kills! It's like a fantasy, but the new tyrant who was invincible before is now trampled under his feet with all his limbs broken, which has proved Zhang He's strength, and I can't help but give him a nickname: Zhang Wu Kill!

We were all curious in our hearts about what Zhang Wushu had repeatedly succeeded in counterkilling, so Xu Rui gave Ye Jia a look, and the latter stood up with a comprehension, hugged his fists and said: "Hello, I am a teacher of the oxtail leg of Liupan Mountain, and I want to ask you a question or two." ”

Zhang Wushu opened his eyes and looked at Ye Jia, "Okay." ”

"Going outside or?" Yega asked.

"That's it." Zhang Wushu hooked his hand and said lightly: "You can attack at any time." ”

"Be careful...... Ye Jia said as he took three steps back, and ran and kicked the other party's neck.

Zhang Wushu's gaze froze, and his eyes released a fine light, but he didn't move. Xu Rui and I were shocked to watch, will he be too big?

At this moment, Ye Jia's sharp legs were like an oxtail pumping towards the target, and when he was about to hit, Zhang Wushu quickly raised his hand holding the harmonica, and with a light pick of it, he changed the trajectory of Ye Jia's long legs, and kicked Zhang Wushu's scalp in the air......

Zhang Wushou would not give the opponent a gap, he raised his other hand, grabbed Ye Jia's ankle, and pulled it to the side fiercely, the next moment, his harmonica popped out a sharp blade, and it stopped at Ye Jia's throat skin accurately, if he didn't hold the momentum slightly, I am afraid that Ye Jia's neck would be pierced.

Ye Jia waited for the other party to withdraw the harmonica knife and retreat to the same place, without the appearance of a loser, and he said excitedly, "Strong!" ”

"Me and the old ghost in Liupan Mountain are equally divided." Zhang Wushu smiled at us for the first time, "Is the old ghost okay now?" ”

"Do you know him?" Ye Jia immediately said sadly: "He is dead." ”

Zhang Wushu nodded, "This is fate, there is no need to be sad." ”

A glimmer of hope rose in Ye Jia's eyes, "Before my master died, I asked me to find a junior uncle surnamed Ning, do you know the relevant news?" ”

"Ning ......" Zhang Wushu shook his head and said, "I've only fought with the old ghost a few times, and I'm not very familiar with it. Maybe your fate hasn't arrived yet. ”

Ye Jia smiled, because of him, Zhang Wushu no longer defended us, chatting about the death of his wife and the matter of countering the five judges.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wushu did play for the ninth game at first, not only the force value was off the charts, but even the marksmanship was accurate, and he could even predict and dodge bullets by relying on the enemy's action of raising the gun. But because of a disagreement with the team leader on a mission, he simply picked his son and his wife to go back to his hometown in Chaoshi, and moved to the picturesque Scales Lake without telling everyone, pulling goods in sports cars, playing the harmonica, and being happy.

The ninth game also erased his file.

Because Zhang Wuzhi had killed the members of the Tyrant Pulse with a very high status before, he left the ninth game, and the judge of the other side of the Tyrant Pulse thought that the time had come, so he wanted to avenge his subordinates, and did everything possible to find out the traces of Zhang Wu's killing and came to take revenge. But that night, Zhang Wuzhi went to other places, and his wife suffered an accident.

Zhang Wushu waited at home for the tyrant at that time, killed him, and sank his body in the Scales Lake. In the two counter-killings in the back, if the opponent uses a gun, Zhang Wu kills the enemy with a gun, and if the opponent wants to get close, he will wipe him out with his skills. After his wife died, Zhang Wushu didn't care about his life, and there was also a reason for not moving, waiting until the interest that could kill himself appeared, or he would be relieved by old age. He said: "I am ready to die at any time, and I can only blame the criminal for being too weak." ”

The limbs of the tyrant were picked, and the blood had already been stopped by Xu Rui, and he had no worries about his life for a while.

We didn't want to delay, there were still a lot of things to be done about this case, so we said goodbye to the legend and dragged the dying tyrant into the car.

When Xu Rui started the car, we could vaguely hear the sound of the piano coming from the grass house, which was an indescribable sadness and loneliness......