Jiang Zheng's slap was really heavy, and half of Zhao E's face immediately swollen.

But he did make Zhao E sober up a lot, knowing that the matter was not over yet.

Oh, yes...... Mi'er has only gone to the manor now, and the person is not necessarily dead.

If we go now, maybe we will have one last chance to save her.

After reacting, Zhao E also hurriedly told Jiang Zheng the address of the manor, and pleaded:

"Please, you must save her, as long as you can save her, you can do whatever you want me to do."

"You still have a little conscience."

Looking at Zhao E's appearance, Jiang Zheng can probably understand what her mood is.

Obviously, in this protracted telephone communication, it was not only Mi'er who regarded Zhao E as her mother.

Zhao E obviously also has feelings for this little girl, and faintly regards her as her own daughter.

Speaking of which, Zhao E is also unmarried and childless, alone, and has no other relatives.

Therefore, the process of talking to Mi'er on the phone also gave her a warm sense of communication with her relatives.

Of course, she also knows very well that all this is fake, and the so-called warmth is based on a huge lie.

But even if the relationship foundation of the two is fake, Zhao E still doesn't want to see Mi'er have an accident, so she will only feel guilty for life.

"Alright." After Jiang Zheng sighed, he said to Shen Yunyi and Su Mei:

"You two have her record of the advice to send to me, then find a hidden place to hide her, and I'll go to the manor first."

As soon as the words fell, I saw Jiang Zheng turn around and quickly rush out of the room, the speed was astonishingly fast.

Looking at Jiang Zhenghuo's back as he left in a hurry, Su Mei couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and asked cautiously:

"Jiang Zheng won't have a problem going to the manor alone, after all, it's the enemy's territory."

"It's okay, don't worry." Shen Yunyi immediately shook his head and said:

"He's become like a monster now, and it's not so easy for anyone to kill him."

Isn't it, Jiang Zhengke is a living superman who can wipe out the bullets of a sniper rifle and fly everywhere in the sky.

It's too much to worry about whether something will happen to such a superman, but it's more practical to worry about whether the enemy will be scared.

But even so, Shen Yunyi's expression was still a little strange, or a little jealous.

After all, she could see that Jiang Zheng actually cared about Mi'er very much, and this kind of care may have gone beyond the boundaries of friends.

Thinking of the "love gesture photo" that Jiang Zheng and Mi'er took together on the rooftop before, Shen Yunyi couldn't help but feel like he couldn't cry or laugh.

This person is really, one Su Mei is not enough, should Mi'er be involved.

If you can't think about it any longer, your head will hurt again, so it's better to finish the matter and leave quickly.

Although the killer sent by Su Yuchan should be gone, there is no guarantee that someone will come to clean up the mess.

So Shen Yunyi hurriedly left the small western-style building with Zhao E, and recorded the audio for Mi'er while transferring.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Zheng's figure also glided quickly in the air at an altitude of hundreds of meters, flying towards the "Dongshan Manor" at a ridiculously fast speed.

Since mastering this "high-altitude flying thunder god movement method", it is like opening a new door for Jiang Zheng.

I saw him casually throw a specially prepared boomerang at a height of several hundred meters.

The boomerang made of hard plastic quickly cut through the air with the strength of the hand that exceeded the limits of the human body, and flew hundreds of meters away into the clouds.

As Jiang Zheng exchanged places with the boomerang dart, the next moment, he had already moved to another piece of airspace where the dart was.

In this way, his figure seemed to flicker in the air, walking at a distance of 100 meters per second.

The reason why Jiang Zheng specially prepared boomerang darts this time was mainly because he felt that the pebbles he used last time were too unsafe.

Throwing a stone from such a high area, no matter how small the stone is, is no joke to hit a person.

And this boomerand that is specially designed for throwing is a hard plastic product, and there is no danger when it falls from the sky.

And this special dart is also thrown far and steadily, which is simply an auxiliary prop specially prepared for this movement method.

When Jiang is soaring in the sky, he feels as if he is in a completely new world.

The river city at your feet is like a huge delicate picture, with winding streets, busy people, flashing neon lights, and magnificent high-rise buildings all becoming so small.

The wind whistled in his ears, the clouds seemed to be within reach, and an unprecedented freedom and pleasure filled Jiang Zheng's heart.

At this moment, he felt that all the constraints in his life seemed to have disappeared, and only the chic and lonely in his heart remained.

Whew, no wonder all kinds of fantasy and fairy tales love to fly around, which feels pretty good.

Although he was on his way to save people now, Jiang Zheng still didn't enjoy the feeling of flying around in the sky.

As his mental power is getting stronger and stronger, the number of times he can continuously use the "Text Conversion Ability" is also increasing.

Now Jiang Zheng is basically a little tired after using the ability seven or eight times in a row.

Then you just need to stay on the roof of an uninhabited high-rise building somewhere to rest for a while, and then you can continue to fly.

It's just that Jiang Zheng threw the boomerang as high as he could, so as not to be seen as a ghost swishing in the air.

But when taking off from the roof for the first time, it was still inevitable that a very few people would see the traces that stayed in the air.

The first person who saw Jiang Zheng was a dead ghost who took a bath on the top floor of the most luxurious hotel in Jiangcheng, the Four Seasons Hotel.

The little boy looked like he was six or seven years old at most, and he was wearing a pair of patterned Hawaiian swim trunks.

In the outdoor pool on the top floor of the hotel, hold a glass of "Pepsi-Cola" in '92 and enjoy the luxurious life of being a wealthy second generation in the countryside.

And the little boy's mother, the young lady who swam in gold and silver, stood on the edge of the outdoor pool and said with a smile:

"Renjie, from this height, the poor people below are like ants, hehe, it's really in line with their status."

"Yes mother, there should be no one in Jiangcheng who is taller than us, right?"

"Of course not, unless someone can fly, no one will ever be able to step on our heads."

When he said this, the mistress of Park Kook-chang, chairman of "Citigroup", proudly raised her chin, as if she wanted to poke the sky with her nostrils.

But just when this little young master Pu was about to affectionately recite a poem for his mother, "Only money is good in the world".

Not far away, a figure suddenly burst out of the sky! On the spot, Young Master Pu was so scared that he peed his pants.

"Mom! Mom! There are people in the sky! Someone is flying in the sky over there! ”

Because of the excessive fright, Young Master Xiao Pu hugged his mother's thigh in fright.

While oozing yellow unknown liquid from his pants, the outdoor pool was dyed yellow.

"Ahhhh You dead boy! What do you say in the middle of the day! And dare to pee on me! It's ticklish, isn't it? ”

For a while, with the bursts of chickens and dogs jumping next to the outdoor pool, Young Master Pu also felt the weight of mother's love again.

Jiang Zheng naturally didn't know that he had stirred a pot of good soup, but he could also vaguely detect who should have seen him.

After all, although Jiangcheng is not a big city, there is still a lot of people during the day.

Flying around in the sky like him arrogantly, even if there is a difference in altitude of hundreds of meters, it is normal to be seen.

But the situation is urgent right now, just see it, anyway, it shouldn't be a big problem to be looked at a few times once in a while.

Even if someone goes around saying that they see a person flying in the sky, not many people will believe it, and they will only think that he is too drunk.

And the "Dongshan Manor" where Mi'er is located is on a hill in the east of Jiangcheng, very far from the city center.

If you don't rush there in this special way, it will take at least twenty or thirty minutes to drive a motorcycle, and the daylilies will be cold by then.

Mi'er must hold on, at least until I arrive.

At this time, Jiang Zheng, who was moving quickly in mid-air, couldn't help but look at his phone, expecting Mi'er to reply to him.

But the WeChat account with the default avatar has never moved.

This seems to indicate that the owner of this WeChat has not had the opportunity to take out his mobile phone.

In fact, it is. Just when Jiang was rushing to the "Dongshan Manor".

Mi'er, who had arrived here ten minutes earlier, was already in a huge predicament.

"Dongshan Manor" is built on the slope of a beautiful mountain.

It is connected to the Cui River in the north, and the Daliang Mountain is leaning on the west side, and there are shallow grass everywhere, and the environment is quiet.

Because of this, this area has been a summer resort for wealthy families since ancient times.

All kinds of villas and manors stand by the mountains and rivers, and it is a good place for leisure and play.

And just ten minutes ago, Mi'er drove a low-key black car to the back door of the manor.

As the burglar gate at the back door of the manor automatically opened, two guards in suits and leather shoes also watched Mi'er drive the car in.

For Mi'er, whenever she comes to this manor, she has an inexplicable sense of ease.

By the way, how long have I lived here? Seven years? Or eight years?

The passage of time in Mi'er's memory was always very vague, and she always couldn't figure out how long she had been here.

Mi'er only remembers that she practiced hard every day under the guidance of Teacher He in those years, and she didn't stop for a moment.

From the use of various cold and hot weapons, to the deployment and identification of poisons.

to hand-to-hand combat, stealth, stealth, vehicle driving, and more.

It was really hard for Mi'er during that time, and she had to learn every day that she was dizzy and sore, and her body was sore.

But even if it was hard, it was an extraordinarily easy time for Mier.

Because she didn't have the time or energy to think about anything else here, she just needed to study under the guidance of Teacher He.

Compared with mental torture, such physical exertion made her feel much more comfortable and relaxed.

Because of this, this Dongshan Manor is still a place that Mi'er is more willing to come to.

But what she didn't expect was that at the moment she left the garage, the inner gate of the garage fell with a bang.

Bang! With a loud bang, the garage that led to the outside of the manor was locked, cutting off Mi'er's way out.

What's going on? Five people? And there is a murderous aura?

Suddenly, Mi'er couldn't help frowning, obviously feeling the murderous aura coming from all around the garage.

Is it Master He's test? He also wanted to test whether I had been slacking off in my homework recently, so he arranged for someone to test me?

Just as Mi'er was thinking so, suddenly! A bullet burst from the nearby wooden fence! Fly straight to Mi'er's body!

Because of the foreboding, Mi'er started moving almost at the same time as the bullet was fired.

Her agile body showed the agility of an antelope, and she turned and pounced to the left.

Deftly dodged the deadly bullet while leaping up in the direction of the plank wall!

The right foot in the little leather shoe stepped on the side of the wall, and then reached up and grabbed the edge of the wall, and in the blink of an eye, he rolled inside!

Before Mi'er could hit the ground, the strong man with a half-face mask behind the wall dropped his gun and pulled out a saber from his forearm!

His movement of throwing the gun and drawing the knife was extremely smooth, and under the wave and shock of the dexterous arm, the scabbard flew away, and in an instant, the cold light was dazzling!

When the familiar saber slashed at her backhand, Mi'er understood.

It's not a test, it's a play for real, these people really want to kill themselves.

Because even a mercenary instructor like He, who is extremely harsh in cultivation and has no mercy to talk about.

He will never let his subordinates use this "Phoenix Saber" for simulated battles.

In his words, the probability of casualty or maiming is too high to be worth it.

After all, it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine how sharp this blade made of military carbon steel, which represents the highest technology, is so sharp.

The sharp edge touched hands and broken hands, touched legs and broken legs, swept over, and could even cut people's heads in half on the spot.

Sure enough, the next moment when the ruthless blade swung towards Mi'er, a severed arm immediately spilled blood in the air and flew out!

The five fingers of the severed arm are still holding the knife, and even with one arm alone, there is an obsession with wielding the knife again.

Of course, every part of the human body is supposed to be all connected.

But now they were ruthlessly separated, separated by the swing of another man's blade.

At the same time, he deftly dodged the edge of the knife and quickly drew the same saber from his lower back.

Mi'er, who shaved off the right arm of the man in front of her with a shoulder, said coldly:

Why? Why did you kill me? ”

When I heard her cold voice, and saw her almost inhuman gaze.

Even the mercenary members, who had also been trained for many years, couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

As an instructor, Hek once said in front of many people that Mi'er was the most terrible student he had ever taught.

It's not that others feel terrible, but that Hering, an old agent who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and blood, feels terrible.

The mercenary who had been ordered to assassinate Mi'er didn't quite understand what it was for, but at this moment he understood it completely.

The girl in front of her, who looked fifteen or sixteen years old at most, was not human at all.

She was like a monster in human skin, with flesh and bones beyond human imagination wriggling within.

Probably because of her mental condition, not only does Mi'er not know what fear is, but her concentration is also different from ordinary people.

He once conducted an experiment in which Mi'er stood in a circular training ground and received a special kind of training.

The training consisted of rubber bullets that could be fired at her at any time around her, and if she didn't want to be beaten, the trainees had to split the bullets with a knife.

If it is an ordinary mercenary student, this kind of special training with high intensity and high concentration lasts for half an hour at most.

But Mi'er can stay in such a room for a day and a night, even with a blank face, and she doesn't look tired at all.

"The spirit of this little ghost has gone far beyond the realm of the physical body, and it seems that it is only a matter of time before she surpasses me in the future."

Looking at this monster that was cultivated by his own hands, He could only sigh like this.

However, such a monster that was cultivated by He's own hands had to be disposed of by He's other students.

Just after Mi'er swung her knife and slashed the right arm of the first enemy like a matchstick.

Four figures quickly appeared near the wooden wall, surrounding Mi'er from all sides.

These four people are male and female, old and young, but their faces are all rigid and expressionless, and they all look like statues.

In addition to them, even the mercenary whose hand had been cut off by Mi'er immediately returned to his expressionless state.

The severed section of the arm that seemed to be dripping with blood was nothing to him at all, like a small wound on a finger.

Mi'er knew these people and knew that they were all He's students like herself, and had inherited He's various techniques.

When Mi'er looked at the surrounding people, a middle-aged man standing on the roof of the garage said in a deep voice:

"Mi'er, we have no personal grudges with you, it's just business, I hope you can."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Mi'er swept out without hesitation!

She kicked the gun that the man with the broken arm had just dropped into the bushes next to her.

I didn't hesitate to pounce in the other direction as fast as I could!

The moment Mi'er kicked the dropped rifle to the left, several bullets swept towards that side at the same time!

Obviously, all the killers were afraid of Mi'er picking up the gun, so they had been guarding against her for a long time.

But the petite figure came to point fingers, and did not intend to pick up the gun at all, but quickly smashed into the wooden fence and rushed to the inside of the manor with a bang

(End of chapter)