Kobayashi Yoko was holding an M60 cherry blossom revolver, and her muzzle passed through the north wind of the north bank and pointed at the door.

See her movements.

Haruhiko Nakagawa and Yukio Otani also drew their guns instantly and pointed the gun at the door.

Kitahara Nanfeng paused, then looked at Yukio Otani, who was also the Ming rank, and was a little confused.

No, aren't you chosen?

certainly.

It's just a meal.

Soon, Beiyuan Nanfeng withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward.

Under the attention of many policemen, he came to the room opposite.

Stop.

Yoko Kobayashi followed him forward, putting his index finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time.

But just when she thought that Beiyuan Nanfeng would choose to knock on the door.

Bang!

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his foot directly and kicked the door...

The thick solid wood door exploded and fell off, and then smashed it inside.

“…”

Kobayashi Yoko was stunned for a moment, then widened her eyes and showed a shocked expression, as if she was extremely uncomfortable with the violent actions of Nanfeng Nihara.

What to do?

Is it a Russian investigation?

Although she didn't know what Beiyuan Nanfeng discovered.

But what if there are ordinary people inside?

She really wanted to call Beiyuan Nanfeng.

But she was just about to speak out.

The door that was kicked in by Beiyuan Nanfeng flew back again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng waved his hand suddenly.

The already crippled door fell to the side of the corridor, revealing the man hiding behind the door panel.

That was a man wearing a tight suit and wearing a woman-enhancing face.

The moment the door fell and flew out.

He jumped high and grabbed the Tianling Gai of the north and south wind with his right hand.

Bang--

Kobayashi Yoko shot.

Haruhiko Nakagawa and Yukio Otani followed closely behind.

Accompanied by the slight smoke, the bullets swirled and flew out, and finally stopped in front of the man's mask.

The man didn't care about bullets at all, and he only saw the north and south wind.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked up at him.

The two people's eyes were intertwined.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly pushed away the hand that was reaching his Tianling cover with his right hand, then turned sideways, swept his legs and printed it on the other party's abdomen.

The man who could not do anything to the bullet approached Beiyuan Nanfeng again, and ignored Beiyuan Nanfeng's legs.

"invalid."

He uttered a word silently.

Just spit it out.

He felt a severe pain in his abdomen.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at his abdomen, a little surprised.

Beiyuan Nanfeng has no expression on his face.

Lift your right leg high, accumulate strength, and explode.

Bang.

The man with the help of the girl suddenly arched his body, and at the angle of the toe that almost touched Beiyuan Nanfeng's chest, he flew backwards and hit the wall with his back.

On the wall, dense cracks like spider webs burst out.

The man slowly slid off the wall and fell to the ground weakly.

"Kisama! Are you a prisoner?"

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

What happened suddenly was beyond everyone's expectations.

Only Haruhiko Nakagawa, who was almost half a beat, reacted.

He saw this scene, yelled, ran out of the room, holding a gun and was about to arrest the man.

"Hello."

The north plain and south wind were a little helpless.

Yukio Otani had a premonition and followed closely and rushed towards Haruhiko Nakagawa.

"Haruhiko!"

Yukio Otani appeared beside Haruhiko Nakagawa, pushed the latter away with force, and raised his pistol to block his right face.

A cold light flashed.

clang--

Iron tools collided and sparks burst out.

A smooth slash mark appeared in Otani Yukio's pistol.

At the same time, a blood mark slowly emerged on his right face.

The man with the girl who could face her face stood up at some point, holding two butterfly knives, intertwined his hands, and crossed his face in front of him.

Yukio Otani frowned, regardless of the wound on his face, clenched his fist with his left hand, and turned sideways, and printed on the man's face with a mask.

The violent spiritual power of the Ming level burst out, and the circular air waves exploded, spreading around, blowing up the man's hair.

But the man's figure was still motionless.

“…”

Yukio Otani stared at his fist that did not hurt the other party, looking incredible.

He even subconsciously glanced at Beiyuan Nanfeng from the corner of his eyes.

...Wasn't Beiyuan Nanfeng just started to kick it?

And just in an instant he was distracted.

The man wearing a woman-enhancing mask has already waved the butterfly knife.

The blade of the butterfly knife reflects a cold light, like the intoxicating death.

As he saw Yukio Otani was about to land.

"I'm talking about you."

A sound rang out.

The north-earth south wind appeared beside the man.

The tall figure blocked the lights in the corridor, leaving a large shadow.

The man with the woman-enhancing mask paused, then turned around and decisively waved the butterfly knife to send it to the more dangerous face of the Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"Next time, get a longer knife, sissy."

Beiyuan Nanfeng leaned back casually, avoiding the attacking butterfly knife, and then his hands came in an instant like a dragon, holding the man's wrists holding the butterfly knife.

At the same time, the right leg moved back and swung forward suddenly.

vomit--

The man retching and arched his waist again.

At the same time, Beiyuan Nanfeng grabbed his right wrist and suddenly broke up.

Accompanied by the sound of bone breaking.
To be continued...