Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng sent Pu Zhongsheng downstairs, and Pu Zhongsheng said "thank you" and hurriedly got off the bus.

Regardless of whether Yang Feng could stop or not, he followed closely behind.

Park Zhongsheng stopped, turned around and raised his hands to stop Yang Feng: "Fourth old, just come here, sorry, it is not convenient for you to go in."

Yang Feng frowned, and his lips moved slightly: "Okay."

"Thank you." After saying that, Park Jong-sheng's figure disappeared inside the revolving door.

Yang Feng paced back and forth at the door. He wanted to go in and take a look. Based on the information he currently has, Jin Zishan and Park Jongsheng represent different factions, and the “defection” of personnel will inevitably cause a collision between the two forces. .

It is very possible that Jin Zishan and Park Jong-shen will face each other tit-for-tat. As long as they follow the past, they can reveal their mysterious identity.

Yang Feng also wanted to see how vulnerable friendship is in the face of mission and faith.

Or, the so-called friendship, it just seems to exist.

Yang Feng looked up and looked up. The building was too high. He didn't know how many floors the Celestial Taekwondo Hall would be on, and if he rushed up, he would be embarrassed when he encountered Park Zhongsheng.

"Hey, doesn't Old Wang know?" Yang Feng's eyes lit up and he dialed Wang Datong's phone.

"Lao Wang, I'm the fourth child, that's the case. I'm separated from the second child. On what floor is his Taekwondo gym?"

Lao Wang told him, but he didn't even ask why he didn't call Park Zhongsheng.

Yang Feng stood at the door of the building, looking around, and soon found a suitable position with the eyes of a sniper.

The opposite building is relatively short, and on the roof, you can just see the scene of the Taekwondo Hall.

However, there is a roundabout between the two buildings, hundreds of meters apart, although Yang Feng has good eyesight, he is not clairvoyant after all.

Immediately afterwards, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a military shop on the side of the road.

When I really dozed off and met the pillow, Yang Feng rushed in.

The owner is a middle-aged uncle. He is peeping at something with a single-scope, with a wretched smile on his face until the camera is blocked.

The uncle reluctantly raised his head, with a trace of sullen expression on his face: "Something?"

"I want this." Yang Feng pointed to the monocular in front of the uncle.

"It turned out to be a guest, welcome." The uncle's attitude changed 180 degrees.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm in a hurry, how much is it?"

"My telescope is a veritable telescope, a gospel for military fans and a weapon for peepers..."

"How much!" Yang Feng interrupted the shopkeeper.

"The young people are so angry now!" The shopkeeper's uncle looked up and down, "Young man, originally five thousand, for the sake of a fellow man, I will give you a 20% discount."

"Swipe!"

"Okay. Please sign."

Yang Fenglong and Feifengwu signed a thing he didn't know, and took the card and binoculars and walked away.

"Hey, boy, peeping is also illegal, so be moderate." The uncle did not forget his kind reminder.

Yang Feng trot all the way and found the elevator entrance. Unexpectedly, he had to swipe his card to enter the door, and Yang Feng had to climb the stairs.

With his physical stamina, dozens of stairs are not a problem. Five minutes later, Yang Feng reached the top floor, with only one door separating the roof.

There were three-ring locks hung with small iron doors wide one by one.

Yang Feng glanced back and found no one. Only then did he hold the iron lock tightly and pull it down hard to open the lock.

Yang Feng climbed onto the roof, and the wind was like a knife, rushing toward his face, making him almost retreat.

Yang Feng took the door, quickly found a suitable position, and set up a long-range view.

Simply adjust the focus, and you will see a picture of human blood.

On the opposite floor, an office girl took off her uniform and skirt facing the window. She had a first-class figure and face, and her underwear was printed with a little yellow man.

Yang Feng couldn't help but pull the camera closer. The girl seemed to be right in front of her. She put a jade hand into the bra and adjusted her breast shape.

Yang Feng was feverish and short of breath. "Second Brother" raised his head and couldn't stay on his stomach. He had forgotten the purpose of coming up.

At this time, the girl frowned slightly and drew the curtains.

When Yang Feng was disappointed, he couldn't help but gasp. Then he remembered what was going on, and immediately moved the camera slightly.

Sure enough, it was a Taekwondo gym. Inside the gym, a bunch of martial arts uniforms and a bunch of Chinese tunic suits, led by Park Zhongsheng and Jin Zishan, were tit-for-tat.

Park Zhongsheng and Jin Zishan were talking excitedly. No matter how abnormal Yang Feng's ears were, he couldn't hear their conversation and couldn't understand his mouth.

Should we stop them in the past?

Yang Feng quickly denied this stupid idea. Obviously it was not a personal grievance between the two of them. It was no use for him to go.

Check it out.

...

"Mr. Black Mountain, the pig is already in the cage. If you want him to die, it's better to live than to die." A guy spoke in a bad Chinese language.

Montenegro cursed irritably: "Mr. Kava, do you know how the villains die in the movie?"

"How did you die?"

"Die from a lot of words."

"you……"

Montenegro hung up the phone directly, Kava Qiqiao gave birth to smoke. As an elite in Southeast Asia's top killer organization, he couldn't stand such insults.

This is the organization's first business in mainland China. He has a heavy responsibility and cannot afford to be missed.

Kava followed Yang Feng for a few days and was always waiting for an opportunity. Just now Yang Feng was wandering in the street and he almost solved him. The result was dazzling and everyone disappeared. Kava was about to be disappointed. The target reappeared in his vision.

It was originally hung up on the street, and at least there were people collecting the corpse. Now it is on the rooftop, and it is night again. I am afraid that it will take ten and a half days to be discovered!

That's right, in Kava's eyes, Yang Feng was already a corpse.

Everything in the North is good, except for this spooky weather, enough to freeze him from Southeast Asia into a popsicle.

Kava wore a thick leather jacket and kept rubbing his numb knuckles, feeling his fingers become more flexible, and then he held Barrett's gun body again.

At this moment, the target was firmly locked in the lens by him. Kava found that the target was peeping at something with a single-scope. He suddenly became a little curious. He turned the lens and did not see anything interesting, so he locked on Yang Feng again. .

"Bye bye, stranger." Kava closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

...

Yang Feng lay on his stomach, peering at the Taekwondo Stadium through a single-scope. The two groups of people were filled with indignation, like watching a silent movie.

Suddenly, the watch vibrated violently, and Xia Xun yelled: "Head down."

Yang Feng lowered his head and a bullet grazed his scalp.

He actually fought back and forth in front of the ghost gate, Yang Feng was shocked, and ignoring the burning scalp, he immediately rolled to avoid the sniper.

"FUCK!" Kava hit the floor with a punch, unexpectedly failed, and even lost his goal.

In the process of avoiding Yang Feng, a thousand thoughts rushed through his heart.

Who wanted to kill himself and actually used a sniper?

Had it not been for Xia Xun's reminder, his head would have exploded into a watermelon.

Thanks to the agent watch Xia Xun sent!

Xia Xun reminded herself that she must be nearby.

As if to testify to Yang Feng's thoughts, the next moment, several shots were fired under the night sky.

Yang Feng found a bunker and stretched out Qianliwang. Based on his keen intuition, he immediately found the position of the sniper.

The sniper looked like a Dick cowboy, with a rough face and hair over his shoulders. At this moment, he was holding a huge Barrett, looking for the source of the gunshots, while shouting wildly: "Who, who?"

In the lens, the sniper suddenly freezes his body and pulls the trigger with his index finger.

Yang Feng found that the sniper's target was not him, and immediately turned the camera around. Just now he saw Zhao Min, who was wearing a leather jacket and brazenly, and the two shots were shot in no particular order.

"No—" Yang Feng watched Zhao Min fall backward, and the sniper rifle in his hand flew into the sky.

And "Dick Cowboy" was still holding Barrett flat, but his right eye turned into a black hole. The next moment, his tall body fell straight down.

"Zhao Min..." Yang Feng's eyes were red, and Zhao Min came to rescue her and was shot!

"No—" Yang Feng clenched his teeth and fixed his eyes on the place where Zhao Min had fallen. He galloped up on the top of the building, crossing a distance of seven or eight meters at every turn. .

Yang Feng didn't care about this. He only knew that Zhao Min could have nothing to do. He desperately flew over all obstacles and "heavenly moats" in order to reach Zhao Min's side as soon as possible.

In a residential building, the little girl pointed out the window and shouted: "Mom, Batman."

"Why, silly boy." Mom looked over, there was nothing.

As soon as Mom turned around, "Batman" appeared again, and the little girl pointed and said nothing.

Yang Feng flew more than five hundred meters in one gulp. This is not a flat ground. The danger is beyond words, but Yang Feng rushed over.

"Zhao Ju, sister, don't scare me!" Xia Xun knelt on the ground and hugged Zhao Min, crying and crying.

"Let her down and don't move around." Yang Feng shouted.

"Yang Feng... how did you come." Xia Xun's scalp numb, thinking that he has seen a ghost.

Yang Feng knelt down and sat opposite Xia Xun and took Zhao Min from her.

Zhao Min's eyes were closed, his teeth clenched, his eyebrows were frowned, and his anger was like gossip. Two blood lines overflowed from the corners of his pale lips.

"Zhao Min, Zhao Min..." Yang Feng pressed Zhao Min's veins with one hand, wiped the bloodshot from the corners of her lips with the other, tears slipped out of her eyes, and shook his head and asked: "What are you doing here, why are you saving me!"

Xia Xun wiped away tears and said: "Juju Zhao received the news that Hu Biao commissioned a killer in Southeast Asia. We have just grasped the whereabouts of the killer. We know that you are in a dangerous situation, and Juju Zhao can't take care of the deployment.

"Hu Biao!" Yang Feng gritted his teeth, exuding a deep chill.

Xia Xun couldn't help but shudder: "Yang Feng, do you want to call an ambulance?"

"Nonsense!" Yang Feng shouted.

Xia Xun was choked by Yang Feng, walked aside with red eyes, and dialed the number of the ambulance center.

After the call, Xia Xun glanced casually and couldn't help covering her lips.

Yang Feng had no shoes on his feet, his white cotton socks were stained red with blood, and a small piece of glass ballast was embedded on the soles of his feet. He didn't even notice it.

Yang Feng's heart rests on Zhao Min. She is Zhao Qianyu's righteous daughter. Yang Feng can't make her trouble just because she saved herself.

Through the inspection just now, Yang Feng knew that Zhao Min was seriously injured, his sternum collapsed, punctured his lungs, and internal bleeding was extremely dangerous, and the situation brooked no delay.

Looking at the dying beauty in her arms, Yang Feng put her hands in her arms and picked up her pink turtleneck sweater with a huge bullet hole.