"Boom!"

Doors are broken and sawdust is flying.

"Be careful!"

"It's that person!"

The three people in the room reacted extremely quickly, and reacted at the moment when Fang Zheng rushed in, and Joe's action was to touch the holster on his waist.

For him, pulling out a gun in case of trouble is already a conditioned reflex.

Three meters is a short distance, but it is enough to kill the opponent.

"Poof!"

A black shadow rushed towards him first, and Qiao subconsciously turned his head sideways to avoid it, and felt a pain in his shoulder, and his arm was instantly paralyzed.

Hatchet!

I've been tricked!

Fang Zheng followed closely, trying to give the other party the final blow, but there was a sudden darkness in front of him, and the tall figure of the black Owen blocked the way.

It's different from ordinary people.

They are professional mercenaries.

Joe's first reaction to the attack was to touch the gun, Owen chose to face the person directly, and Dave picked up the suitcase and took a step back to hide in the shadows.

At the same time, a dagger appeared in Dave's hand.

"Kill!"

Fang Zheng drank low in his mouth, and the speed that was already fast enough increased again.

The sound with qi is a skill learned from Wu Hai, and the sound shocks hundreds of bones, which can boost the fighting spirit and strength in an instant, and make the pile step calm.

However, this technique should not be used too much.

One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, only at a critical juncture.

The black man Owen leaned forward, his two-meter height and strong figure were like a black bear, and his thick right arm slammed out.

A simple hook, after countless connections, allows him to drive the strength of his whole body with every punch, without reservation.

This punch,

He has the confidence to knock out his opponents.

"Peng!"

The hook landed firmly on Fangzheng, and the two collided together.

Wrong!

This man has a hazmat suit!

As soon as Owen's eyes opened, and before he could make a sound, he felt a strong rush and knocked him out directly.

The difference in size between the two is obvious, he is obviously stronger, but the strength is at a disadvantage.

Bumped into Owen, Fang Zheng didn't stop at all, his body pounced forward, and his big hand suddenly grabbed the axe on Joe's body, and pulled it hard.

"Rak ......"

The rusty blade of the axe slashed diagonally from Joe's shoulder, slicing half of his neck alive, and hot blood splattered out.

"Joe!"

Dave roared and rushed in, fighting with Fang Zheng, who had not yet stood on his feet.

At the top of Fengtou Mountain in the evening, the cold wind was biting, the faint light was dim and unclear, and the corpses on the ground were still twitching.

The three people in the room gasped desperately, the figures swayed, roared and roared, and the wooden house crumbled with a dull impact.

"Guns!"

A loud roar broke the deadlock.

The gun was on Joe's body, closest to black Owen.

The gun is a dead thing, but the deterrent power is far greater than that of a living person, as long as you get the gun, no matter how high the opponent's strength is, it will also be killed.

"Huh!"

Without hesitation, Owen pounced on Joe's body.

Dave pounced on Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng clasped the square table next to him with one hand, using it as a shield to block the dagger in Dave's hand, and at the same time threw the axe in his hand with a wave of his arm.

"Duh!"

The axe dug into the dirt, forcing Owen to stop.

"Get out!"

Fang Zheng roared angrily in his mouth, and violently exerted his strength, overturning it along with the square table and Dave, and at the same time slammed down on the pistol on the ground.

The incandescent lights on the roof swayed back and forth, and three figures pounced out one after another.

Alignment of goals.

Pistol!

"Peng!"

Fang Zheng suddenly changed direction, and a crashing fist landed on the black Owen, and at the same time, he slashed down with one leg like an axe towards Dave.

As for the gun......

He doesn't know how to use it at all?

"Ahh

Screams and roars rang out, one foot kicked out in the chaos, and the pistol rolled out of the house.

As soon as Fangzheng's heart was relieved, and before he could make a move, the black Owen had already taken the opportunity to appear behind him and hugged him with open arms.

Throat strangulation!

The move he used to kill David just now was used on himself this time.

Although Fang Zheng stretched out an arm in time to stop in front of his throat, his eyes were still blackened by the sudden explosion of the huge force hoop.

"Die!"

Dave, whose head was covered in blood, roared and pounced, his body leaping high, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Fang Zheng's heart with its own strength.

"Poof!"

The protective suit instantly dented, and even the sound of the fibers cracking could be heard, Fang Zheng roared in pain, and kicked his legs off the ground suddenly.

Rabbit Kick Eagle.

This kick used all the strength of the whole body.

"Click!"

Dave's ribs were broken instantly, and the whole person was kicked off the ground and flew up, and after landing, his limbs stretched out, and he was directly out of breath.

The other two were also pushed backwards by the force.

"Boom ......"

Two figures smashed through the wooden wall and rolled out.

Owen struggled to stand up, and saw Fang Zheng shaking his head in a vain attempt to regain consciousness, and couldn't help but roar angrily and rushed over.

"Peng!"

Fang suffered pain in his cheeks and staggered back.

"Smack!"

This time, the two men's fists collided head-on.

Owen weighed one hundred and forty kilograms, a notch higher than Founder, and it was he who fell backwards after colliding.

"Ah!!h

The roar was filled with confusion and anger.

Why?

Why does this Xia Guo man obviously not seem to have a strong physique, but he has the strength to overwhelm him?

If I knew this, I shouldn't have taken this job, just because I was idle and bored to do a small favor, but in the end, I killed a few people.

"Peng!"

In the hazy night, two figures collided wildly, the flickering lights distorting the shadows until one of them fell to the ground.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

Fang Zheng squatted on a rock, his long hair was already wet with sweat, wisps hanging down, and his heavy breathing seemed to be pulling a bellows.

Long.

He slowly got up, stepped over several corpses, and picked up the pistol that had fallen from the grass.

After thinking about it, he came to the crumbling wooden house again, took out a black leather case from under the wooden plank, put it on the stone and opened it.

"...... Uproar"

A touch of golden light came into view.

Gold Bricks!

Thirty kilograms of gold bricks!

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Sunset and moonrise.

The bright moonlight also adds a special charm to the rugged and difficult mountain road.

Sister Lian Lian carried her hands behind her back, stepped on the stone steps and walked up the crested mountain, and Lao Zhao, who was full of meat, followed aside, and saw a faint fire shaking at the end of the stone steps.

With a smile, she quickened her pace.

"Crackling ......"

There was a violent roar of rotten wood in the campfire, and a man crouched next to him and threw clothes into the fire, stirring the flames from time to time to keep them burning.

"David!"

Sister Lian came to the vicinity of the wooden house, and her voice was mentioned.

As for the figure lying on the edge of the fire, she didn't care or care, she thought it should be one of the professional mercenaries, and she didn't know this kind of person.

"Sister Love?"

Fang Zheng raised his head and pulled out a weird smile on his face:

"Don't know me anymore?"

"You ......" Sister Lian looked at her when she heard the voice, the other party's face was a little bruised, and the whole person was slightly embarrassed, but the appearance was exactly the same as in her impression.

Her cheeks trembled, and she gritted her silver teeth and said:

"Founder!"

"It's me." Fang Zheng shrugged.

"Where's the others?"

"Dead."

There was silence in the field.

Lao Zhao touched the dagger on his body in the next moment, but his movements froze in place, but Fang Zheng took out an object from the side and played with it in his hand.

Gun!

"You killed them?" Sister Lian Lian's face twitched:

"What are you kidding......"

Those people are professional mercenaries, and they still have guns in their hands, how can an ordinary person kill them, but the gun is now in Fang Zheng's hands, doesn't it say......

She felt a chill in her heart.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

Fang Zheng touched his face:

"I'm a monster?"

"No!"

"People like you are monsters, and you're still a psychopath."

"Peng!"

Gunshots rang out, and a shadow fell to the ground.

"Sure enough." Founder's Gentle Blow Barrel:

"It's better to use a gun."

"Poof!"

Lao Zhao's knees weakened and he fell directly to the ground.

"Spare ......"

He also had blood on his hands, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death.