Spring is warm, flowers are blooming, and everything is flourishing.
As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of them missing you. Now Qin Feng is not afraid of people from the Angel of Death taking action, but he is afraid that they will not take action.
If they don't take action, it means that Qin Feng and the girls around him have to be mentally stressed twenty-four hours a day. If this happens for a long time, people's minds will have problems.
Therefore, he must force the opponent to take action, or take the initiative to create opportunities for the opponent.
Early that morning, he drove out in his Wrangler. Before leaving home, he greeted his neighbors in a high-key manner, saying that he wanted to go out to look at a piece of land and open a factory.
He drove alone to the outskirts, until he was thirty kilometers away from the outskirts of the city. Looking around, he saw green wheat fields everywhere, and the surrounding environment was very empty.
This was the best place for an assassination. If the other party didn't take action yet, he would have nothing to do.
In the distance, a white light flashed.
Then, there was a gunshot and bullets roared out.
The opponent was indeed fooled, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and when the bullet flew in front of him, he concentrated on sending it into the ring.
As for him, he pretended to be shot in the chest and fell to the ground, rolling down into a ditch on one side.
One kilometer away, the gunman raised his head. He was wearing a camouflage suit that was very similar to the one in the wheat field. If it weren't for the reflection of the scope, Qin Feng would have never been able to spot his position.
Of course, Isabella has already locked onto the gunman, and once Qin Feng cannot hide, she will take action in time.
At this time, Young Master Qin was a master cultivator at the peak of his transformation stage. Although the bullets of the sniper rifle had a high muzzle velocity, he could still take them into the ring calmly.
As a qualified sniper, the first thing to do after hitting the target is to confirm through the scope that the target is dead. If the opponent can still move, he will immediately shoot again.
But Qin Feng fell into a ditch, and the sniper immediately lost his target.
He was very confident in his shooting skills, and the shot he just shot was very accurate. There was no reason to miss, otherwise how could the target fall down.
However, he felt that he should make sure that the other party was dead. Only by taking photos could he complete the task and get the reward he deserved.
He stood up holding the gun, keeping one eye on the scope, and walked over there unhurriedly.
It took him twenty minutes to walk one kilometer.
As for Young Master Qin, he was lying half in the ditch with a grass stem in his mouth. He had already become impatient with the waiting.
This approach is indeed very cautious, but if the target is not dead, twenty minutes is enough time to escape the effective range of the sniper rifle. Therefore, sometimes being too cautious is not a good thing, and the opportunity can easily be lost.
Finally, the footsteps became clearer and clearer.
He spit out the grass stalks and said to himself: "What is supposed to come will come, brother, you can wait for it."
The gunman rushed to the edge of the ditch in one stride. Before he could find the target, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, followed by a crisp sound.
The barrel of the gun was cut into two sections from the front butt area, the cut was smooth, and he himself was stunned.
What kind of weapon could cut off a gun barrel made of high-strength alloy steel? He looked up and saw a sword suspended in mid-air, a simple-looking sword that exuded a faint blue light.
The owner of the sword, Mr. Qin, came up from the ditch and said, "Brother, you are ready to take action. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The man subconsciously threw away the scrapped long gun and reached for the pistol below his waist with his right hand.
"I advise you not to do that, because this time I will cut off your fingers as well." Mr. Qin said coldly.
Just like that, the gunman refused to do anything. He thought that his speed of drawing the gun was very fast.
It's a pity that no matter how fast it is, it can't be faster than Master Qin's flying sword.
However, Young Master Qin was very sad to find that when the green steel sword was still a little bit weak, the beautiful instructor's dagger was already placed on the gunman's neck.
At this time, the gunman's fingers had just touched the pistol grip.
"If I were you, I would choose to stay still." Isabella said in a deep voice.
The gunman's body trembled, and the chills on his neck made him realize that the dagger was very sharp. In addition, he did not dare to underestimate the owner of the dagger, because how did he get behind him without even noticing it? arrive.
He realized that it would be difficult for him to turn defeat into victory, so he began to lick the teeth where the poison was hidden.
Bang...
Isabella hit him on the back of the neck with a knife, so that the fangs did not lick it, but bit her own tongue. Of course, he could not feel the pain because he had been knocked unconscious.
Qin Feng walked over in two steps, holding a screwdriver in one hand and pliers in the other. He used both hands to pry open his mouth and pull out the two teeth that were hiding the poison.
"Sasha, you are still the best." He said sincerely.
"That is, otherwise, how would I be qualified to protect you, Young Master Qin." The beautiful instructor said with a smile: "This guy looks much tougher than the three last time. If you want to get information from him, It shouldn’t be very easy.”
"He has an iron mouth, and I can pry it open." He said with a smile: "I used to talk about the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, but I have never used them. I have been studying this guy in the past few days. If he doesn't open his mouth, it will be necessary to conduct experiments on him."
The beautiful instructor rolled her eyes at him: "Extorting confessions by torture is not a legal act."
"But when I was training on Death Island, torture was a course that I had to master." He smiled even more: "Besides, it seems that you taught this course."
The beautiful instructor deliberately turned her head away from him: "Really? Why can't I help myself? I have taught many subjects. Is there any one like this?"
Nonsense, don't you remember, I will never forget. In order to retaliate against me, you specially asked me to come on stage to give a demonstration to everyone, and you almost killed me.
Isabella must have remembered this, otherwise her eyes would be distracted and she would not dare to look at him.
Like a dead dog, Young Master Qin picked up the man's collar and walked towards the parking place.
The beautiful instructor looked at his back and murmured in a low voice: "It's true, you still hold a grudge so much. I punished you back then, but you almost killed me when you bombed the island. Why didn't you say anything?"
Young Master Qin drove the gunman to an uninhabited house on the outskirts of the city and began his experiment on the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
The foreigner was tied to a freshly made cross, with a pot of charcoal burning under his feet, a soldering iron inside, and iron chains, iron ropes and other objects hanging next to it. At first glance, the layout here looked like it was being filmed on TV.
Young Master Qin just put on the prison chief's clothes and bared one arm, making it look like a costume drama filming scene.
I have to say that today’s children are too deeply poisoned by unscrupulous costume dramas.