Hidden Assassin

It's about 10: 00 AM.

In the sun, the young girl stood on the side of the road and looked at the scene in front of the gate, stunned by the sculpture.

However, seeing this scene at this time, he was not the only one, many people in the villa yard, at this time looked this way, the eyes were temporarily stuck, the drinking-bound habit was set there, and the loose tie in the fierce sun stopped the movement, the people in the pool came out with a head, their bodies slightly floating, in short seconds, gave the illusion that most people had time to stop.

This villa is not the property of the Yingzifeng family. Yingzifeng arranged a series of plans for the Sandbamboo gang. The day before yesterday, the destruction of the Sandbamboo gang appeared to have become final. So he came to Jianghai and was entertained by a group of gang bosses who wanted to divide the Sandbamboo gang. The villa was large, and it was the most decent property one of the bosses could bring out. So yesterday night, the brothers of the six or seven gangs gathered with Yingjia Er for one night.

Whatever dirty or disgusting trick you played this evening, all in all, this morning in this villa is one of the most “elite” of these gangs, able to fight and say that you can kill, to be eligible to be here. These people, while also involved in last night's activities, are more, naturally, in the role of bodyguard, by the way, compared to other colleagues, who don't know each other and are familiar with each other, because since then, Jianghai City is their world.

It is not without considering the possibility that the Sandbamboo Gang will either bounce back or die of struggle. However, this possibility is too small. The police are the first to strike a group of leaders of the Sandbamboo Gang with little loss of manpower, but in such a situation, they will never dare to do anything about it again. Moreover, who is here today, the son of the Ying family, even if the Sandchu gang occupies the entire river and sea, this identity is also a heavenly and underground.

Therefore, although the sound of the violent parking just now attracted their attention, when they saw an 18-19 year old boy coming down above, they were no longer concerned, and therefore, when the bodies of the two people at the door suddenly crashed into the door and saw the scene of the head explosion, they felt even more confused and ridiculous.

The next moment, another loud bang, the unlocked door contaminated with blood, was kicked open by the figure. The teenager walked in through the door.

There is no need for much explanation or explanation for such a thing. Although it is ridiculous to look at the scene in front of you, it is also absolutely true that those around the villa have seen a lot of fatalities. Without waiting for anyone to give the order, everyone moves in the first place. Someone waves at the person beside him and tells him to go in and notify him about it. The people in the pool have their hands strutting up, jumping out of the water, showing their tall bodies and their strong muscles with scars, standing up under the parasol, throwing away their sunglasses, the person who is drinking dropped the cup, the person who is loosening the tie directly pulled off the tie, while pulling open the white shirt for Sven, far away, each glancing at the fierce gaze, and walking towards the door.

The two men who were sitting under a sun umbrella on the grass by the door were the first to walk to Jiaming, each slightly shorter wearing an open flower shirt, raised his hand and touched his nose, two fists in a row with his shirt whistling and dancing, while lifting his leg was a fierce knee crash.

In front of him, Jiaming's footsteps continued, and he leaned down and punched, then held his hands forward and let go. The person wearing the flower shirt had just launched his hand. It was as if his body had been folded abnormally by his waist. His chest was almost attached to his knee, and he flew out “brushing -” from the grass. Under the sun, the white dust clamped the raised grass stem, and the time rose by a distance of four or five meters as he flew out. With the big man next to the flower shirt, but not only had he not done it yet, he didn't even have time to make a sound, he was hugged by Jiaming's hands, the next moment he fell straight on the ground like a dead elephant, the neck, shoulders, arms of the bones showed a completely unnatural twist - the moment before was still full of fierce faces, but he just died.

The man in the flower shirt curled into shrimp rice on the grass five metres away, unable to move, could not even moan, slightly twitched his whole body, his gut was broken and his mouth bled out.

Life and death, at this time as if it were some kind of fantastic metaphor, appeared in front of everyone.

No language, no anger, no pity, the footsteps of Jiaming were not obstructed by the two men, so silently walked forward to the people, in the crowd, front and back nearly half of the people, at that moment unconscious slowed or paused.

The knife licks the blood, they've seen people kill, but they've never seen anything like it.

By the street outside the gate, Oriental Mandy still stood there trembling, two people at the door, two people in the door, just in front of the Gu Jia Ming, whom she thought she was familiar with, blinking, she had seen the "simple words” from a distance, at that time shocked for several days unable to sleep, but there was no scene today as if there was the power of photography, scare, fear, panic, impatience, heart told herself to get out of here, but the footsteps were set to die there without any thought of leaving, her eyes followed the shadow of Jia Ming, as if taken by some kind of magic, soul chestnut.

That's someone she's known for three years, someone she knows, and at this moment, he's another completely different person.

Inside the gate, both sides had not yet been contacted. In the crowd on the side, a man rushed over suddenly: "You fucking...” With a shotgun in his hand, a loud shot was fired. The next moment, the atmosphere finally broke free from this silence of death and burned.

Bang...

The gunshot sounded in the courtyard of the villa, holding a shotgun and trying to pull the trigger, the person's body flew out with blood, Jia Ming didn't even look at it, no one even saw him suddenly lift his right arm, the blue smoke scattered in the air, the smell of gunpowder, at the same time, he raised his left hand, the mouth of the black hole, pointed at the man in front of him, pulled the trigger.

The air blew up.

“Fuck...”

“Spread out -”

“Fuck you guys......”

Gangsters in Jianghai, after all, did not carry many guns. Some people turned the table upside down, others fell to the ground. In the first moment of the gunfire, the group of people who were still in front of them had fallen six or seven like bowling bottles, and the blood was spilling everywhere. Outside the gate, Oriental Mandy finally shrunk her neck, screamed and started turning to find cover. The young man in the courtyard, armed with a gun, was like a machine that had been programmed beforehand, and began to scrupulously execute the killing procedure. Each time the trigger was pulled, a man must have fallen into a bloodbath. Yong Zifeng also had a brother's arranged Yan Huang Awakening member, which had also reacted at this time. The first person rushed over, but the gunpoint was raised next to him and he had already been shot in the head.

The bloodiest chaos lasted for about an initial dozen seconds, more than 30 people lost their lives in the world forever, during which time blood flowed into rivers on the grass in front of them, bodies collapsed vertically and occasionally guns were found coming out, all of which were blown to the head in the first place. Afterwards, agents rushing from the side also finally began to rendezvous, along with some gang members armed with guns, rushing towards Jiaming with superior firepower.

The bullet fell out of the sky, and the moment they rushed out, the figure of Jiaming disappeared to the side of the pool just outside the 90-degree corner.

In a moment of hesitation, the man who was the team leader made a few gestures, they rushed out toward Jiaming's side again, pulling the trigger, Jiaming's figure rushed to a room full of broad glass walls by the sink at a rapid speed, and a person on the stairs who could still escape was suddenly hit, first smashing the glass wall behind him.

This is a large room with two transparent sides. At that moment, Jiaming pushed the person suddenly broke through the glass door over there. In the view of the crowd, a standing cabinet with drinks flew up, ruptured in the air, and liquids of countless colors scattered. Then the tall footstool, the bar blocked in front of the room burst into pieces, all kinds of liquor utensils and wood chips burst. The two shadows instantly rushed past the room as if they were chariots. In front of it, anything in the way did not fly out and was directly smashed. I don't know what it's like to be pushed away by someone, but nobody ever wants to experience it.

Nearly half of the gangster gunmen were completely unresponsive, but the long-trained agents pulled the muzzle back in the first place, aiming at the other wall among the countless flying debris, and then, after a blow, the wall was also directly hit...

They hesitated for a moment, the gun lit up and two agents were killed by bullets fired into the room.

It was like an elephant that got caught in the body by a mouse, and the whole big villa boiled down, and every time the shot went off, I wondered which bad luck had taken my life.

Slaughter turns inside the villa.

The gangster, who had previously been pushed into the whole room by him, feared that his entire skeleton had been broken, leaving the room with a hole in the wall, passing through the corner from the aisle, and three men who could not escape fell to the ground.

“Hi, Zifeng... should... Feng... handsome... should... Zifeng... be at home? Someone is looking for you...”

The tone of voice rang in the corridor with unspeakable cold language, a man poked his head out of the room and was shot off his skull. Jia Ming walked past the body and looked away. “You're not..." he muttered softly.

He raised his gun and shot off the monitor in front of him and turned around. At the end of the hallway opposite, a grenade popped out. He grabbed the vase around him and threw it. The grenade popped into the vase mouth in the middle of the sky and was taken back to the direction he threw it. Jia Ming kicked open the door next door, and two shots were fired at the person still stunned in the room. Later, the air surged and the explosion sounded all over the villa.

Standing on several burnt corpses money, the family blinked and looked indifferent: “No...”

All the way to Blood Sea, he rushed to the second floor of the villa, and one corner later, a submachine gun brush pointed at him.

Suddenly over his body, pressing with one hand, the bullet came out of his side, pulled out an amazing spark on the wall and ceiling behind him, grabbed the gun with a backhand, the agent reached out and kicked over, Jiaming's body twisted, had left empty. These people are also members of Yan Huang Awakening, followed by the Ying Haisheng family, but also through hundreds of wars, but no more powerful than the great inner governor, the godless, the wild roll of the real world of these people, a few short fights, he was kicked on the wall by Jiaming, the gunfire, the figure was suddenly beaten into a blood sieve.

“Neither are you...”

Bored to throw down the assault rifle on his hand, some voices fainted over, walked to the end of the hallway and looked out. Only a few black sedans were slowly starting on the grass. A man was surrounded by agents and rushed into the car. He turned away in front of the window, revealing a smile: “That's you...”

The next moment, he ran right out the window on the second floor.

Blood blossomed and people still fell. Four sedans rushed through the villa gate as fast as possible. At this point, a police car that was originally behind Jiaming had just arrived at the door of the villa. Two policemen had just gotten out of the car, listening to the sound of the constant gunshots. Some of them stood idly on the side of the road, four sedans had come whirring. The policeman standing on the left side of the police car took refuge in haste. The third car rubbed past the police car, “Hula” and brought out a large spark.

At the same time, they saw a young man with a gun coming out of the door of the villa, with a smile on his face, a bit of a crystal irony.

In such cases, guns should generally be pulled to stop them, but both officers were unable to react at this point and saw the teenager rush straight towards a Santana on the road and open the door. The policeman to the right of the car pulled out his gun, raised it normally, before he could shout. He suddenly took the gun back, opened his mouth, sweated cold in his face and beat his heart like a drum.

Right in front of him, the teenager appeared to have directly resisted a rocket launcher in total disregard of the police presence.

“Yeah-- whoo--”