"Feiyi, follow the backup plan. I guess he will come out soon." Second Lieutenant Zhang said to Chen Feiyi calmly.

"Brother Xiao Lie, be careful." Chen Feiyi said with a look of worry on his face.

Second Lieutenant Zhang nodded silently, picked up two short knives and two desert eagles that had been prepared on the table, hid it on his body, closed the door and walked out of the room.

At this moment, the short swords and pistols equipped by Second Lieutenant Zhang were not used when he first debuted. These two short swords were imported from Japan and were forged with special alloys. They are not only as light as feathers, but also as sharp as blowing hair. The two Desert Eagle pistols were imported from Germany. As we all know, Germany's gun manufacturing industry was extremely developed during World War II. After years of tempering, it is now even more first-class.

Although China has reached the world's leading level in all fields, Second Lieutenant Zhang is still unwilling to purchase domestic things. First of all, China has always been very strict in gun control, abnormalities occur during transactions, and the quality is difficult to guarantee. It is also a blessing for Lu Peng, an arms dealer, to be smart and capable. No matter what you give him money, you can do it properly.

After leaving the monitoring room, Lieutenant Zhang walked to the front of the main entrance of the nightclub with a calm look on his face. More than 10 Lieutenant Masters in front of the door immediately greeted Lieutenant Zhang. Lieutenant Zhang smiled, which was a response to these Lieutenant.

There were constantly red men and green women in and out in front of the nightclub, paired with each other, and some indecent moves were also seen everywhere.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in a worker walked towards the main entrance with a gloomy face. He glanced at the Second Lieutenant Zhang who was standing there motionless. After frowned, he was too lazy to even look at the second glance and continued to walk towards the main entrance.

"Uncle, are you here to deliver things to me?" Second Lieutenant Zhang suddenly said with a smile.

The middle-aged worker suddenly turned around and looked directly at Lieutenant Zhang with his sharp eyes, as if he was about to penetrate Lieutenant Zhang. However, in the end, the middle-aged worker only drew an extra question mark in his heart. His pretty face did not have any abnormal reaction because of his sharp eyes. His dark pupils were even more like a deep well, and he could not see through it.

"Zhang-Second Wei!" said the middle-aged worker in a dull tone, and there seemed to be a ray of hesitation in the serious request.

"Come with me!" Second Lieutenant Zhang still smiled. After saying that, he turned around and walked leisurely towards one side.

The middle-aged worker glanced around and found that there were only a few minions around him. He thought to himself, "What kind of conspiracy does this Second Lieutenant Zhang have? Should he follow me?" After hesitating, he still followed him slowly, and the two kept walking at this distance, one in front and one behind.

When he reached a corner, Zhang Xiaowei turned his body and climbed up to the top floor of the waiting nightclub building like a afterimage. The middle-aged worker couldn't help but tremble, but he still chased after him.

"Who are you? Why are you chasing me?" Zhang Xiaowei, who was rushing to the top of the stairs, turned cold.

"You move people you shouldn't move, and do things you shouldn't do."

"Is that so? You can not answer, but your companion..." Zhang said half a sentence and said, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

"You shouldn't design a trap to catch them, it will only make you die faster." The middle-aged worker couldn't help but look slightly when he heard Lieutenant Zhang mention Lao Liu and Lao Qi, and the murderous aura suddenly burst out. Maybe everyone guessed that this person was An Quantao.

"Are you so confident? Don't forget that this is my chassis." Zhang Xiaowei's face was still shy and his heart was not beating. He looked at the middle-aged worker as if he was looking at a defeated general, and said, "Tell me who you are? Why do you chase me and let you go."

"Boy, you are so tired of living." As he said that, the angry An Quantao raised his foot and kicked Second Lieutenant Zhang. His speed was so fast that he rubbed the air with a slight roar. This kicked Second Lieutenant Zhang's cheek, jaw, collarbone, armpit, and lower abdomen, respectively, and was really cruel.

Second Lieutenant Zhang concentrated his mind and strength, and almost all the true energy in his body was poured into all parts of his body. He immediately turned sideways, and the ethereal image transformed and moved horizontally to 5 meters away from An Quantao.

"Even if you defeat me, you can't kill me. Don't forget your companions." As soon as Lieutenant Zhang stopped, he said casually.

It seems to be an ordinary sentence, but it stirred up huge waves in An Quantao's heart. In this case, fighting with others is undoubtedly the worst state of fighting. Secondly, it also has Chi Luoluo's hint, that is, if you kill me, your two companions will also have to be buried with you.

The wonder of this pun is that no one can say that it is not a smart person. How could An Quantao not hear the meaning of it? In this way, it will definitely be cheaper to Lieutenant Zhang.

Seeing that An Quantao's face changed by more than 10 times within half a second, Zhang Xiaowei sank his heart and raised his fists to fight An Quantao, one punch after another, and his fists were linked together, just like the water of the river and sea, continuous. Zhang Xiaowei became more and more brave and his moves became faster and faster.

An Quantao felt uneasy and said to himself: "This kid's martial arts has improved so quickly, and his true energy is much thicker than last time. Is the background information given by Secretary Mu fake? How could a descendant of a migrant worker know ancient martial arts? And it is more than a little stronger than the children of those aristocratic families."

Although Lieutenant Zhang was in excellent condition and An Quantao was not in good condition, the huge gap in strength was afraid that it was difficult to make up for it with his condition. An Quantao attacked and defended sometimes, but he did not intend to kill Lieutenant Zhang. Just at the 30th round, Lieutenant Zhang was accidentally kicked by An Quantao in the chest, and he flew to the top guardrail. The steel guardrail was knocked downstairs alive, and Lieutenant Zhang almost fell down.

"You can't beat me, please release my people, otherwise I will kill you now." An Quantao slowly approached Lieutenant Zhang and said.

"It's not that easy." As he said that, Second Lieutenant Zhang had taken out two short swords from behind, attacking An Quantao's throat and attacking An Quantao's heart. Two cold lights flashed, and the tip of the knife had already cut open An Quantao's work clothes.

An Quantao was indeed unable to completely dodge the sudden attack. His clothes were inevitably cut, but the flesh inside was intact.

"Looking for death!" An Quantao cursed angrily, and fought with Second Lieutenant Zhang again. This time, both in terms of moves and strength were several times more ruthless than before.

Second Lieutenant Zhang was not showing weakness. It seemed that two short swords attacked An Quantao together, but in fact, one attack and one auxiliary, the left sword is attacking and the right sword is auxiliary, and the virtual and real are combined. This is also the key to using all short weapons with both hands. If you ask if there are people who use one mind and two times, there is no absolute thing in the world, but it is difficult to get one of the ten thousand people with one mind and two times. Second Lieutenant Zhang is very self-aware, so he has a focus on starting.

Although An Quantao's martial arts skills were several times higher than that of Second Lieutenant Zhang, it was not easy to capture Second Lieutenant Zhang at once, so he could only let his swords fly. In desperation, An Quantao sneered and pressed down on the waist of his trousers. In an instant, silver light suddenly appeared, and two soft swords split into sheaths.

"Boy, you forced me." An Quantao said in a deep voice, waving his two swords. The soft and hard swords were like two poisonous snakes. After two rounds, Lieutenant Zhang had been hit by the soft sword no less than three times. The soft sword as thin as willow leaves slapped on his body, which was even more painful than a stick and a whip into the flesh.

Second Lieutenant Zhang gritted his teeth and insisted on fighting with a knife to the sword, but An Quantao's unpredictable swordsmanship finally made Second Lieutenant Zhang feel extremely painful. In desperation, he could only swing his hands and fly out the two short swords and hit An Quantao's eyebrows and abdomen, and at the same time he had already found the two pistols on his back.

The short knife had just flew out a short distance and was hit on the ground by An Quantao's soft sword. "Chirky..." with eight gunshots, the body that was originally standing, fired eight shots in a short time, and was pushed back three times by the powerful recoil of the Desert Eagle.

"Despicable villain." An Quantao roared, blocked two bullets with a soft sword, dodged five, only one hit his arm, and the bullet penetrated into the flesh and passed through again. The soft sword that blocked two bullets, one had cracks on the body of the sword, and the other was knocked out a small piece of sword blade.

After being hit one after another, Second Lieutenant Zhang felt a suffocation in his chest, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth. The first time he was beaten, he was bleeding. Not only did he not feel that fear, but he felt a little excited deep in his body.

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy." Zhang Lieutenant tasted the sweet blood, like a madman, holding the gun in both hands and saying lightly at An Quantao, and while speaking, there were several consecutive shots. Zhang Lieutenant fired shots for him. If a master like An Quantao fired one shot, he would definitely not be able to hit him. If he aimed at him, he would still not be able to hit him. Zhang Lieutenant used the idea of ​​shooting east and west, and the two pistols cooperated with each other, and the effect was much stronger than the first time shooting Lao Sixth and Lao Seventh.

"Madman!" An Quantao shouted and disappeared on the roof. Even the afterimage had not been left behind, as if it had disappeared out of thin air. This was something that Lieutenant Zhang could not do if he was trying to take care of himself.

"Bang!" Zhang suddenly felt like his back was hit by a truck. He suddenly hit the guardrail in front. The steel bar guardrail as thick as a thumb was suddenly knocked away by Zhang's body, and the concrete blocks of its foundation flew out.

Second Lieutenant Zhang still overestimated himself, underestimated An Quantao's strength, and knocked the guardrail away. Second Lieutenant Zhang's body did not slow down, and rushed out of the guardrail and directly rushed towards the wall of the building opposite. Moreover, his head was at the front end. If he bumped into this way, even if he was lucky enough to tell his fortune, his head would be blooming.

"An Quantao, it will take you a little bit of a success."

Just as Lieutenant Zhang was about to hit the wall, the middle-aged man in a windbreaker caught Lieutenant Zhang like a ghost and said loudly, although the sound was not high, every word was heard.

"Fengying?" An Quantao never expected why Fengying appeared again, and he couldn't help but guess: "Is the background behind Lieutenant Zhang really a bloody kill?"

"Wind Heavenly King, don't be fine. I'm offending you, see you."
Chapter completed!