Ding-dong.

The elevator doors opened on time, and the sound of rapid breathing spread through the air, and only a click could be heard in the dimly lit space.

This is a sawn shotgun, it is a weapon for hunters in mountainous areas to hunt large animals, this kind of earthen shotgun can fire nearly hundreds of steel balls of bullets in an instant, and the bullets will shoot out in an irregular range, even if a deer weighing hundreds of kilograms will lose their ability to move in an instant, but this kind of earthen shotgun has a very short shooting distance, generally between more than ten meters, but at this moment, the muzzle of this gun has been on Chu Xian's forehead.

"Young man, you should not be welcome here, if you don't want to die, my advice is that you leave quickly, I gently pull the trigger, and your head should bloom, like blood tofu that has been scattered." Dewey said, holding his shotgun aloft.

Dewey's subordinates weren't all security guards downstairs, and there was always something to do for Satan.

Standard weapons are contraband, but in many villages or mountains, homemade or homemade shotguns can still be obtained.

Dewey believed that no one would have retreated from the bombardment of nearly 200 bullets.

"Is the thing with you?" Chu Xian was not in a hurry, but still said coldly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't ask this kind of question now, but would leisurely think about my own life." Dewey's face flushed, and he guessed that it was the bottle of whiskey.

Dewey's answer didn't indicate anything, but it did.

The corners of Chu Xian's mouth were slightly impulsive, and the pair of blood-red pupils glanced at the environment in front of him, then turned around slightly, and suddenly appeared in front of Dewey, the Tang knife slashed, and the shotgun with the wooden handle was broken.

Chu raised his leg first, and Dewey could clearly feel that he had lost control of his body for a moment.

Seeing this, several security personnel armed with electric batons rushed up together, trying to paralyze Chu Xian with the strength of the electric batons, but when the electric baton touched Chu Xian's clothes, they found that the strong current did not have any effect on this young man.

Chu Xian once again swung out with the back of his knife, and the powerful cutting sensation made several people feel that they were being split in two.

Chu Xian kept dodging in the crowd, and the back of the knife like a thorn kept slapping these people, and the sound of broken bones was faintly heard from the traces of large areas of bruises.

In the chef industry, it is said that the highest level of knife work is to process the live fish and release the fish back into the water, and the fish still seems to be swimming comfortably in the water without knowing that they are dead.

This scene has now been completely used by Chu Xian, and everyone woke up in a panic, and the huge impact made everyone completely unable to resist, and they didn't even have time to wail, so they directly fell unconscious.

Dewey dragged his mutilated body towards the room, Chu Xian did not catch up, but followed Dewey unhurriedly, this scene is like a cheetah catching prey is not in a hurry to give the prey a final blow, but to give the prey enough time to explain.

Chu Xian spun the Tang Dao in the air, and the feeling was like a devil experiencing killing.

Chu Xian walked slowly among the crowd lying on the ground, the sound of ticking footsteps was getting closer and closer, this time there was no obstacle in front of him, and all the people who became his obstacles were now lying under his feet.

"Need me to open the door for you?" Chu Xian, who was like a god killer just now, became polite at this time.

Chu first pushed the revolving glass door, the gloomy sky outside still did not see any light, and Dewey struggled to climb onto the leather boss chair that belonged only to him.

"I'm running out of time, you have almost a minute left." Chu Xian stood in front of Dewey, and as an opponent, Chu Xian would generally give the other party enough respect.

"It looks like I've really been drawn into the center of this maelstrom, and I've been speculating about the origin of that young man called Satan, who has so much wealth at such a young age, you know, I once saw one of the Saudi crown princes behind him." Dewey seemed to be stalling for time, but at the same time he seemed to be talking about his proud and glorious experiences.

"Sixty seconds." Chu Xian said mechanically and indifferently.

"It's really pitiful, I thought I was on a high-speed train, but in the end, I didn't expect that electric three-wheelers and high-speed rail still can't play together."

"Forty seconds."

"Do you have someone you like? If you have one, be sure to express your emotions early, no matter what the result is, try your best to try and try not to regret it as much as possible. ”

"Twenty seconds."

"It's a pity, I thought the lines on TV were all fake, it turned out that there was a high probability that something would happen to the last order before I retired, can you help me give my mother the money in my drawer after I die? She has worked very hard for me to go to college alone, and in the past few years, she said that she would take her out to see, but she never went out until the last time. ”

"Ten seconds."

"If I'm going to die, probably my mom will be the most painful."

"Five seconds."

"Here you go, all to you! I only survived to this day by licking the blood from the knife! Lao Tzu is not afraid of anything! ”

At the last second, Dewey stood up suddenly, like a brave man who died generously, and a file bag was also thrown out by him.

Chu first took the file bag and carefully checked the account book inside, the Tang knife in his hand was unsheathed again, Dewey closed his eyes tightly, and made the final preparations, and at the last second Dewey found that in addition to money, he still had a lot of unfinished things, if the gears of fate turned again, would he go to find that man again?

But it's all over...

"Ding, ding, ding." The sound of a telephone interrupted Dewey's reverie, and when he opened his eyes, the man who had pinched him to death was like a bedbug had disappeared, and he was the only one left in the empty office.

After making sure that there was no one around, Dewey fell to his knees with his legs limp, completely paralyzed, and he didn't know how to express the joy of the rest of his life, not even a good person to talk to.

"Mother, I'm Xiao Wei, what's that, our visas have been completed. Didn't I tell you before, your son is making money now, and he plans to take you to Thailand for a ride, don't you believe in the Buddha the most, I don't hide it, I think the Buddha really appeared just now. Dewey dialed the phone number he hadn't contacted for a long time, and his voice trembled a little.

The sky outside was still overcast, and the two watchers on the rooftop not far away whispered, "Mission accomplished." ”

"Did he make the last move?" There was a question on the other end of the phone.

"I don't know, it's in the middle of our surveillance corner, and at the end of the day it seems that Cyla has outperformed our control, and according to the plan, he should have infiltrated it, not in the open like he is now." One watcher said: "It doesn't look like our aftermath will be easy. ”

"What the hell is going on?" The two watchers said curiously to each other.

The origin that makes everyone curious is actually a text message, and the content of the text message is also very simple, only four big words.

"Draw wages from the bottom of the kettle"

That's right, there was only one reason that could make Chu Xian give up everything at hand and leave quickly, Lu Yueyue disappeared.

The source of the text message was a man Chu Xian thought had left, Zhong Hui.

Outside this abandoned garage in Pingnan City, the bell will be as motionless as an ancient tree.

It was a night destined to be restless, with no wind or rain, and the dark cloud that covered the moonlight was also blown away by a gust of wind.

Zhong Hui stood alone outside the garage, silently paying attention to the movement in the house.

I haven't been as relaxed as I am now, and since Zhong Nian suffered a heart attack many years ago, the family has collapsed like a landslide and tsunami.

The boy will eventually be confused for the rest of his life because of the things that he is young and unobtainable, and he will also have a sudden epiphany because of a momentary scene, Zhong Nian now has hope, and as an elder brother, this also means that he needs to do something about himself.

A breeze suddenly blew on the flat ground, and the shadows of the moon in the treetops were blurred.

The two figures staggered with each other, and then quickly dodged away, and the two close-fitting daggers even sparked in the air.

The sound of whirring and roaring even made it make a strange sound in the air, Zhong Hui half-bent over, gasping for breath, dozens of rounds of fighting, so that Zhong Hui's physical strength was a little prostration, he held the dagger back, this is the most time-saving and labor-saving way, the beads of sweat on his forehead slowly fell down the hair, Zhong Hui's vision was a little blurred, and even before he swung the knife just now, he felt that his forearm was detached.

Fortunately, the opponent should feel the same way, and now the competition is to see who can hold on long enough.

"Zhonghui, I really didn't expect it to be you, what? Do you have to wade through this troubled water? The tattooed man snorted coldly.

"It doesn't seem like it's your business." Zhong Hui replied with a cold snort.

"It looks like you spared you last time, and you didn't know how to cherish it." The tattooed man asked, "Then there is no way." ”

The two evenly matched opponents slowly raised their heads, their fierce eyes shooting at each other, the tattooed man took the lead, and Zhong was pushed against the wall by the tattooed man with a huge force.

"We both have the determination to get the job done, and now it's up to us to see who can persevere." The tattooed man continued to exert force as he spoke.

The tattooed man's muscles were tense, and the huge pull made Zhong Hui feel suffocated, and after his legs left the ground, Zhong Hui began to be extremely deprived of oxygen.

The already fragile throat was suddenly hit with such a big force, and the entire cervical vertebra was at risk of rupture.

Zhong Hui's whole body began to twitch, his vision began to be confused, and his eyes began to turn red, these precursors of brain congestion.

"Chu Xian, Lao Tzu owes you back." Zhong Hui closed his eyes, and without any resistance, he seemed to have waited for death to come.