Wu Youyi stretched out his left index finger and put it to his mouth, making a warning of "don't speak".

Zhan Zhizhan secretly scolded in his heart: "Wow! Obediently boom, fried green onions in lard! Damn, this thief doesn't have long eyes, and he steals everything to the family area of the Public Security Bureau. Heaven is evil. You cannot live if you have done your own iniquity. Damn it, I really don't understand why you won't die if you don't die? is like the Lai Zi Niu Er in "Water Margin", when the 'green-faced beast' Yang Zhi was a bully, he actually shouted, 'Come on, if you are a hero, you will slash the master.'" "Who is the 'green-faced beast'?" That's the ancestor of murder! I saw that Niu Er's words had not fallen, and the 'blue-faced beast' had already opened its strange eyes and chopped off Niu Er's head with a knife! ”

Seeing that Wu Youyi was like a great enemy, Zhan Zhizhan didn't dare to be careless, and was even a little nervous, reaching out to his waist and pulling out two flying knives and sandwiching them between the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand. Suddenly, a very dull woman's voice came from the room with curtains hanging and lights on: "Youyi ......"

Zhan Zhizhan thought secretly in his heart: "The voice made must be Qiu Shuzhen, the second sister-in-law of the second brother Wu Youyi. This thief ate the heart of the bear and the gall of the leopard? This is also bold, and he dares to openly break into the house and rob the home of the captain of the major crime team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Hehe, it seems that this thief's way is not small! Wrong! Wrong! Qiao 18 said that Lao Tzu still has 'good karma', which should not refer to the matter of beating away 'cannibal spirit ghosts' and 'clever ghosts'. Could it be that it is not the gentleman of Liang Shang who patronizes the second brother's house, and it is also like a 'cannibal spirit ghost' and a 'clever ghost', a demon and a demon? Damn, the 'cannibal spirit ghost' and the 'clever ghost' went to Brother Hai's house and didn't figure out what they were doing! ”

Zhan Zhizhan and Wu Youyi glanced at each other, Wu Youyi made a follow gesture to Zhan Zhizhan, and then rolled quietly into the courtyard, hiding in the shadow of the media shed in the corner of the courtyard. Zhan Zhizhan learned from Wu Youyi's appearance, and very carefully dodged into the courtyard, trying not to make a sound.

Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly opened his "Demon Appreciation True Eyes" and looked at the window of Wu Youyi's house. My eyes were sour, and I didn't find any ghosts. He listened carefully again, but the movement in the room was too small to be heard. Zhan Zhizhan was anxious in his heart, and was about to stand up, touching the bottom of the windowsill, Wu Youyi grabbed him and gestured to him: "I'll enter the house, you guard the windowsill!" ”

Zhan Zhizhan nodded, and after agreeing in a low voice, he fell to the ground, leaned against the matchmaker shed and the courtyard wall, and quickly and quietly touched under the windowsill. He was extra careful, because he had to figure out whether the other party was a human or a ghost, and there were a few of them. Zhan Zhizhan poked his head out, only to see that the window was tightly blocked by curtains, so he had to put his ear to the glass, hold his breath, and concentrate on listening.

"Hey...... When exactly is your man coming back? Although the voice was very low and indistinct, Zhan Zhizhan could still hear it clearly, it was a man with a hoarse voice and a Henan accent. Damn, it turned out that he was not a thief, but an enemy who came to find the second brother Wu Youyi. Listening to this voice, it does not look like the voice of a ghost, is it not the work of evil spirits?

A more muffled, low woman's voice came from the room: "What are you going to do?" I really don't know. My man is a policeman, and his work is confidential, and he never tells us where he goes or what he does, and I can't ask. I think he'll be back right away, you...... Don't be difficult for our mother and son, just spare our mother and son. ”

"Hey...... There is a wrong, and there is a debtor. As long as you and your son don't make trouble, we won't be hard for you. Good! We're just waiting here. Yapeng, you go to the yard, I'm in the house. The hoarse man with a Henan accent said.

Hearing this, Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly made a basketball pause gesture to Wu Youyi, who was touching the door, and pointed to the door.

Wu Youyi was very alert, and he dodged behind a water tank by the door. Zhan Zhizhan had nowhere to hide, and he was in a hurry, and he was also a master of art and bold, so he simply walked to the door generously. There was a very light, faint sound of footsteps, the door was gently pushed open, and a burly middle-aged man cautiously opened the door. The sharp dagger in his hand glowed with a blinding chill in the moonlight. At the moment when the middle-aged man's gaze turned to Zhan Zhizhan, Zhan Zhizhan was very nervous, but he still tried to squeeze out a smile, pretending to be relaxed, like an old friend, and called him softly: "Yapeng ......"

This middle-aged man called "Yapeng" was full of question marks, he was instinctively stunned, and was just about to open his mouth to ask, Zhan Zhizhan took advantage of the fact that he had not yet reacted, relaxed his guard, and with a flick of his wrist, two flying knives shot straight towards him like two cold stars. Yapeng was really unambiguous, he was in danger, the dagger in his hand knocked out one of Zhan Zhizhan's flying knives, and lowered his head to dodge the other flying knife. Zhan Zhizhan was taken aback, and reached out and pulled out two more flying knives. At this moment, Wu Youyi floated out from behind the water tank like a night wind, and the butt of the 64 pistol in his hand slammed into Yapeng's head. Yapeng shook and fell to the ground.

"Yapeng, Yapeng? Who are you talking to outside? The hoarse Henan accent in the room asked.

Wu Youyi flashed and got into the house through the crack in the door, Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly picked up the dagger in Yapeng's hand and ran to the window sill, ready to intercept the bandits who jumped out of the window. Suddenly, there was a very dull gunshot from inside the room, as if it had been enveloped in something, and a shot shattered the light bulb. Suddenly, the room was pitch black, and almost at the same time, there was a crisp sound of a 64-style pistol, which must have been fired by Wu Youyi. Immediately after, Zhan Zhizhan heard Qiu Shuzhen's screams and a boy's cry.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and a black shadow smashed the window and flew out of the house. Immediately afterwards, three crisp gunshots came, "pop", "pop", and "pop". In order to prevent the broken glass from flying into his eyes, Zhan Zhizhan reflexively lowered his head to dodge, covered it with his left arm, and closed his eyes tightly. Zhan Zhizhan knew that the other party had a gun in his hand, and the best way to deal with him was hand-to-hand combat. Zhan Zhizhan took advantage of the unstable foothold of the man with a Henan accent who escaped out of the window, and rushed forward with an arrow, so that his right hand holding a gun could not be aimed at him, and stabbed him in the heart with a knife.

What surprised Zhan Zhizhan happened, and the expected blood splash did not occur. The man's left foot quickly took a step back, his body deviated, and he dodged Zhan Zhizhan's fatal blow, and the butt of the gun in his right hand accurately hit Zhan Zhizhan's wrist holding the knife. Zhan Zhizhan only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and the strong sour numbness made the knife in his hand fall to the ground. What made Zhan Zhizhan even more stunned was that the man with a Henan accent actually held the handle of the knife with his left hand, and the pistol in his right hand pulled the trigger on Zhan Zhizhan's head. Zhan Zhizhan felt a chill in his heart, knowing that he was hopeless, so he closed his eyes and died. Unexpectedly, I only heard the "click" of the pistol hitting the pin, the pistol didn't go off, it was his mother's jam.

Zhan Zhizhan was glad in his heart, and opened his eyes and prepared to continue to fight with the other party. Unexpectedly, the other party's left hand held the dagger back, and it was already quickly slashed, and the cold light flashed, slashing at his throat with lightning speed.

Zhan Zhizhan had no way to avoid it at this time, what was the move, in the face of this man's thunderous and lightning attack, it was all useless, Zhan Zhizhan closed his eyes helplessly, and the killer's bloody face and murderous cold and lightning gaze were fixed in his mind. At this critical moment, there was a crisp gunshot, and it was Wu Youyi who shot in time and saved his life.

Zhan Zhizhan opened his eyes and saw Wu Youyi standing majestically in the window with a gun. Hehe, when the killer's cold weapon encounters the pistol of the iron-blooded detective, there is no doubt that the body will be blown away. However, it was also fortunate that the killer's gun jammed. Zhan Zhizhan picked up the dagger on the ground, and cold sweat broke down on his head. He clearly felt a cool breeze in his throat, so fast, if it wasn't for Wu Youyi's timely shooting, I'm afraid he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

The throat is the most vulnerable and important part of the human body, and this man with a Henan accent is deadly, obviously not a thief, nor an ordinary underworld member. As brutal facts turn out, both men are apparently professionally trained professional killers.

The man on the ground with a Henan accent began to convulse and spasm, struggling to raise his pistol with his blood-stained hand. This is a killer in his thirties who is dying in his thirties. "Pop" Wu Youyi's muzzle flashed a purple-red tongue of fire, and the bullet shattered the killer's head, raising a puff of smoke and dust on the ground. Zhan Zhizhan looked indifferently at the killer who almost killed him, only to see him kick his legs and not move.

"Eighth brother, be careful!" Suddenly, Wu Youyi exclaimed. Zhan Zhizhan instinctively turned around and looked, it turned out to be the killer named "Yapeng" who was knocked unconscious by Wu Youyi, and he happened to wake up at this time. He picked up Zhan Zhizhan's two flying knives, raised his hand to throw out one of the flying knives, and shot them at Zhan Zhizhan's heart, and then held the other flying knife, rose up, and pounced on Zhan Zhizhan like a hungry tiger. Zhan Zhizhan didn't expect this Yapeng to be so tenacious, and when he was caught off guard, he hurriedly dodged the flying knife. Before he could stand firm, Yapeng's foot had already kicked him in the face.

Zhan Zhizhan had no way to hide, so he could only raise his right arm to stand hard. The kung fu of a professional killer is not bragging, nor is it comparable to the rabble on the streets. Hearing only a muffled sound of "bang", Zhan Zhizhan felt a great force coming from his arm, and his arm was in sharp pain, almost about to break, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back to the side.

Zhan Zhizhan knew that he had encountered a strong enemy, and hurriedly took the pile and stood firm. Seeing Yapeng stabbing at his heart with a flying knife, he fought to defeat both, attacking against attacking, and the dagger in his right hand made a move in "Liang's Knife Method" in "Laughing and thirsting for Hun blood", pointing directly at Yapeng's throat. "Smack" Wu Youyi shot again, and Yapeng fell to the ground in response. Before he could get up, Zhan Zhizhan gritted his teeth and kicked the flying knife in his hand. In a fit of rage, he kicked and broke several of Yapeng's ribs. Yapeng was shot in the chest, and there were still a few breaths left, and from time to time he spat out mouthfuls of blood, making his face covered with blood. He had spasms all over his body and seemed to be trying to get up.

"You're not a human beater! Say! Who sent you? The disgusting smell of blood made Zhan Zhizhan retch several times in a row. He lost his mind a little angrily, and before Yapeng could answer, he "snapped" again: "You a stinky thirteen!" ”

"Hey...... Old...... Father...... Not...... I didn't expect it to be planted in you, a little cub of the underworld...... The little cub ...... in his hand" Yapeng stared at Zhan Zhizhan with a sneer, his voice became lower and lower, and finally his mouth did not move. But his eyes were still staring at Zhan Zhizhan, which made people shudder.

Listening to Yapeng's words, Zhan Zhizhan couldn't help but be stunned. Turned his head and asked Wu Youyi: "Second brother, what do you mean by this kid's words?" ”

Wu Youyi wiped the sweat from his face, inserted the pistol back into the holster, frowned and shook his head, and said: "I heard that these people have rich experience in actual combat, are cool-headed, have good psychological quality, and have received extremely harsh training. But the price of their jobs is quite high, who has invested so much? ”

"Director Wu, what's wrong with you? How are you? "It was dawn, and Wu Youyi's neighbor was also a colleague, and they heard the gunshots and rushed from all directions.