From the day Du Qian entered the Flying Tigers, he was a public figure, and in a very short period of time, he attracted the attention of everyone in the Flying Tigers. From the captain to the cleaning staff who sweep the floor, there is no one who doesn't know Du Qian.

Since the establishment of the Flying Tigers, he was the first to enter the Flying Tigers through the back door because of backstage reasons.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Flying Tigers, the City Lord's Mansion set the rules that the Flying Tigers did not raise idlers, even if Zhu Ziqing personally ordered it, if they were not satisfied, people would not be able to enter the gate of the Flying Tigers.

Only Du Qian, who broke this rule, lived happily like a pig in the headquarters of the Flying Tigers, and he couldn't know him or not.

So much time has passed, from the initial curiosity, then contempt, until now ignoring it, no one takes Du Qian seriously, but no one will not know who he is.

Like Du Qian on the phone just now, when he reported his home and said his position, the operator would usually be stunned for one to two seconds, recalling when there was such a unit as the data and information department in the team, and then it would suddenly be realized that this director was not Du Qian.

But the other party's reaction was too radical, or it was quite in place, and in the face of a director, he kept in awe, shouldn't he be?

It should be a fart, only outsiders don't know about Du Qian, the director, and he is not even as good as a cleaner. In other words, the telecommunications station of the Information Department has been taken down, and it is said that it will be transferred to the duty room, and God knows where it will be received.

If you really get to the duty room, then the trouble is even greater. In the duty room of the Flying Tigers, there are usually a few powerful people in charge, and even they can't stop them, and the entire Flying Tigers team is finished.

During the meal, Du Qian knew that most of the strength of the Flying Tigers had been transferred to the City Lord's Mansion to prepare for a war with the pirates, but in the Flying Tigers, there would definitely be some strength left. It was easy for people to touch in, Du Qian felt that it was incredible.

"Hello Director, what are the instructions? The phone turned to the so-called duty room, and the other party's voice was loud and sunny, and Du Qian's heart became even colder.

A loud bang came from a distance, followed by the sound of various battles, and the red silent alarm issued by Du Qian finally alarmed the remaining personnel of the Flying Tigers, and in dozens of places, the battle began almost at the same time.

"I want to tell you, you guys have been tricked, hahaha......" Hanging up the phone, Du Qian hid behind the door to see if my brother didn't disgust you. It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, anyway, let him think about it more, it's success.

Hearing the sound of fighting outside, the person on tiptoe no longer hid his figure, kicked the door open one by one, and there was no one on this floor.

"Looking for a ...... to the Dead" finally appeared, and there was a sound of fighting in the hallway, but the sound quickly disappeared.

"Hmph, Flying Tigers, that's it. ”

Damn, the enemy is fierce, and the two won't fight for more than three seconds, and their own people will be dealt with?

Du Qian thought back to the units on this floor, and found that they were all relatively unpopular units in the logistics department, and there were not many people in normal times, so naturally there would be no strong people. But how can I say that he is also a member of the Flying Tigers, and the martial monk is the minimum standard.

'Boom' The door was kicked open, Du Qianqiang endured it and didn't scream, damn, how stupid you are, you actually hid behind the door, obviously heard it, the enemy kicked the door all the way, let you hide behind the door, and hit your nose flat.

Two streams of heat flowed down from his nostrils, and Du Qian tensed his body and remained motionless.

A yellow-haired head poked in and glanced around the room, not too serious. Also, along the way, in more than a dozen rooms, I found a person from the Flying Tigers, who was killed casually, which made the visitor relax a lot.

"you. Du Qianyi waved his hand, held half of the spear head, and stabbed the guy's eyes fiercely, even if his spiritual martial arts were only completed a little, the eyes were also the weakness of the human body.

Du Qian didn't continue to hide, the office is not small, but there are few things inside, there is no place to hide at all, as long as this guy glances again, he can see himself hiding behind the door.

Anyway, it's dead, fight. Du Qian is very afraid of death, and he is also very single, if there was a way to escape, he would have run away a long time ago, but now there is no escape, and the other party will not be able to let go, so he can only fight.

Huang Mao's eyes widened, the timing of Du Qian's shot was too ghostly, and the distance was so close, he couldn't understand, how could he not notice it?

The turquoise light was fiercely inserted into the eye frame, first a stream of transparent liquid splashed out, and then like a spring of blood, Du Qianzhi was disgusted to see.

But at this time, he didn't dare to let go at all, not only could he not let go, but he also had to increase his strength, not only did he stab half of the head of the gun, but even his fingers were pressed into the eye frame.

Don't look at the only half of the spear head, the head of this Lingwu spear is not short, the complete spear head is more than two feet long, and this half is more than a foot long. The sharp energy tip of the spear directly broke the back of the skull and drilled out from the back of the head, and a few drops of blood dripped down the turquoise tip of the spear, and the tip of the spear was spotless, which was the first-class weapon for killing people without blood.

"Ah......" Du Qian's mouth widened, he couldn't have imagined that it would be so easy? These guys can silently touch the headquarters of the Flying Tigers, kill one person in three seconds, and their combat power will definitely not be low.

He is indeed a martial monk, what was the combat power of the last test? Du Qian couldn't remember, he was only thinking about how to make money before, and he didn't look at it at all, but just made a record casually.

Anyway, no matter how high it is, that is, in the early 10,000s, this bit of combat power, among all the martial monks, can only be at the bottom, at this level, you can kill people if you shoot?

Click, the corpse fell to one side, Lingwu was too sharp, drawing from the eye frame to the other side, stabbing half of his head, Du Qian saw that Huang Mao was holding a knife and a shield in his hand, which was a standard offensive and defensive integration.

The basic knowledge Du Qian still knows, this yellow hair has already condensed the first spiritual martial arts, and the second spiritual martial arts are almost the same, with his eyesight, he can't see how much this spiritual shield is still missing.

Anyway, from the spirit martial arts, you can guess the level of this guy's combat power. More than 15,000 and less than 20,000.

"Brother is amazing. Du Qian looked at the corpse underground blankly and said, I don't know why, when I first made a move, I was still worried, scared and even disgusted, at this moment, my heart was calm, and I didn't have any adverse reactions to the corpse that was broken in half of my head.

"Of course Brother Qian's power is amazing. ”

"Ah...... "I'll go, there's someone behind me."

Only then did Du Qian realize that there was still a person standing outside the room, who else could he call Brother Qian, except for Yao Jing.

"Why are you here?"

"When I saw the red alert, I ran to take a look. ”

"This man ......" squatted down, turned over the corpse on the ground and looked at it, and sure enough, on his back, he found a thin hole, and it was not difficult to see from the shape that it should be the tip of a sword or the tip of a knife.

The depth is extremely accurate, just enough to puncture the heart, and it will not penetrate from the chest, and the wound is small, and even a few drops of blood have not been shed.

Sure enough, Du Qianlao's face was slightly red, he was so shameless, he really thought that he could easily kill a martial artist far beyond himself, thinking about it, he felt unlikely, but it was obvious that this guy would die in his own hands.

At this moment, it really seems to be revealed. Yao Jing made the first move, and when Du Qian made another move, Huang Mao was already a dead man, so naturally he would not react.

Du Qian had also thought about it before, at this time, the guy who dared to enter the Flying Tigers and had the ability to enter silently, even if his combat power was not very high, was also an experienced guy, and there was no reason to let himself die, a rookie.

It was the death that was too 'real' that made Du Qian feel that his brother was a good cow. It turns out that my brother is not a cow fork, but a sister cow fork.

"Brother Qian, it's best to go to the safe room, it's not safe here. Yao Jing said, when the red alarm was on, the place where she should have come was not here, but she just couldn't help it.

Although Yao Jing is a second-tier member of the Flying Tigers, in fact, no one dares to look at her like this, a long time ago, an official document was issued, Yao Jing is the second special case in the Flying Tigers team except for Du Qian.

The security room Du Qian knows that in the Flying Tigers, there are more than a dozen safety rooms, which is the last step that must not be taken, it is said that the Flying Tigers have been established since hundreds of years have passed, and the safety room has been modified several times, but it has never been used.

"No, we're going to kill. Knowing that Huang Mao did not die in his own hands, after seeing the blood, Du Qian found that his waist was no longer sore, his legs were no longer shaking, his whole body was full of strength, and his desire to fight was high.

"Explode, my little universe. ”

Seeing Du Qian go crazy, Yao Jing smiled, nodded in surprise and said, "Brother Qian, be careful, you just became a martial artist, but your combat effectiveness is not very high. ”

In the orphanage school, there are many strange ways to vent emotions, Du Qian is quite normal, more radical, and it is not uncommon to hurt others and hurt himself. One of Yao Jing's roommates couldn't bear the oppressive life in the orphanage school, so he used a knife to cut off the meat on his thighs piece by piece, dipped it in soy sauce and ate it, and finally bled to death.

The whole process, his face was calm, as if he didn't feel a trace of pain, until he died, with a strange smile on his face.

Compared with those who completely collapsed, Du Qian's way of venting, in the orphanage school, belongs to the kind of recognized and more glorious way.

As for Du Qian becoming a martial monk, isn't that strange? Isn't it very easy to improve his combat power, it has been almost a month since Brother Qian entered the Flying Tigers before he became a martial monk, which is really stupid.

Well, this is yet another genius way of thinking, mortals retreat.

There was a corpse lying in the hallway, the upper half of its body had been almost cut in two, and its intestines were flowing all over the ground, judging by the clothes on it, it should be a Flying Tiger cleaner.

"Wait a minute. Du Qian suddenly remembered something, turned around and rushed into his office, and quickly took out more than a dozen used up storage boxes, these things were not sold in a hurry, and they were just useful.

Compared with the original handling of the spirit fish, the current Du Qianma is much more profitable, and the half-section of the spear in his hand is also sharp enough, and after a few brushes, the spirit knife and spirit shield are cut off.

This thing is really weird, it was originally long and big, separated from the body, and immediately shrunk, only the size of a palm, just in a box.