As a slight muffled sound came, the vicious dog was shaken, and blood arrows spattered from the temples on both sides. When the blood fell to the ground, the vicious dog fell down softly, and it was still there from the beginning to the end.
Not a single sound was made.
The vicious dogs around looked at their dead "companions" with blank expressions on their faces.
It is estimated that with their IQ, they are completely unable to understand what is happening in front of them.
The originally frightened weasel breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Yang Jian with admiration: "It's so awesome! It's so awesome! There is only such a gap in that fence wall, and you can actually pass through the gap and hit that one."
The temples of a vicious dog, you are simply amazing!"
Yang Jian really didn't think it was anything special and said calmly: "Have you ever heard of the story that practice makes perfect? Practice makes perfect for me too. If you spend a lot of time practicing concealed weapons, you can also achieve this level."
"Practice makes perfect? I know."
The Weasel said like a treasure trove: "It is said that in ancient times, there was an old man who sold oil. He could pass through the pores on copper coins and pour the oil into a pot. It sounds like what he did was similar to you, but you can hit it.
The temple of the evil dog is another level of difficulty."
"That person is an ordinary person, but I am not."
Yang Jian responded casually and stopped dwelling on the topic.
He fired with all ten fingers of his hands, and the stones were like bullets fired from a machine gun, constantly hitting the fence. Although Yang Jian had hit more stones and it was more difficult to control, he still didn't miss it.
Even one.
In just half a minute, all the vicious dogs in the fence were beaten to death by Yang Jian.
Yang Jian stood up straight again, lightly patted the dust off his hands and said, "It's done, Weasel, we can go in. Remember to pay attention to the smells around you and try to find out where the infernal killers are deploying their defenses."
After handing over the task to Weasel, Yang Jian was ready to leave.
But at this moment, the weasel looked embarrassed and rubbed his hands in embarrassment.
He said embarrassedly: "Yang Jian, I have no choice. There are too many dead vicious dogs in the fence. The smell of blood on their bodies has covered up the smell of the killer in hell. I have no way to find the killer."
Yang Jian paused and was speechless.
Although the special ability of the weasel is very powerful, is it too limited?
If Yang Jian hadn't followed him, the weasel probably wouldn't have been able to sneak in even if he figured out a way to get rid of all the vicious dogs. But now that Yang Jian is here, even if the weasel's nose doesn't work, their trip wouldn't have been in vain.
Yang Jian said nonchalantly: "Forget it, follow me and be careful not to make too obvious a sound. Leave the task of finding the Infernal Killer to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian jumped over the fence and sneaked into the strange building like a gymnasium.
The weasel quickly followed suit.
When Yang Jian jumped onto the roof of the building, he saw a purgatory killer with his back against the fence and sitting on the rooftop smoking. Guarding here, he probably didn't expect a foreign enemy to sneak in, so he immediately stared at Yang Jian with wide eyes, completely forgetting
reaction.
At this moment, Yang Jian took action.
He flashed to the side of the Infernal Killer like lightning, covered his mouth with one hand, and pushed him forward. Because of the angle and momentum, the killer immediately clung to the fence and crashed to the other side at an alarming speed.
Where he rubbed, there were stains of blood and scraps of flesh on the fence.
By the time the weasel jumped up, the infernal killer had already hit his head on the fence in front and fainted.
The weasel looked at the blood stains and minced meat on the fence, and said in shock: "You started so quickly? Yang Jian, the way you started fighting was really bloody, but the security in purgatory was not very good, and you didn't even make a sound.
Solved."
Yang Jian hugged the head of the infernal killer and broke his neck with force before stopping.
"This infernal killer is guarding the roof. He probably didn't expect anyone to come from here and relaxed his vigilance a little. However, it is also possible that our news has not reached here yet. In any case, we must go inside the building to take a look.
"
"Definitely."
The Weasel first agreed, then looked around in confusion and said, "But we are not filming a martial arts movie. There are no bricks or tiles on the roof. How are we going to get in? If someone happens to be there when we go in, it will be troublesome.
Already."
Yang Jian also knew that this was a problem.
But he didn't care much, since he could observe the situation with his spiritual consciousness anyway.
Yang Jian covered the surrounding area with his spiritual consciousness, then walked to the east corner and said, "Weasel, let's go in from this way, maybe because it is close to the river and the security force here is relatively weak."
"You even know this?"
At this time, Yang Jian and Weasel had already walked to the other side of the building, and the smell of blood floating in the air was much lighter. Weasel walked on the right side of Yang Jian, took a deep breath, and his eyes lit up.
He said excitedly: "Indeed, there is no smell of living people here. Let's go in quickly."
Yang Jian turned over and jumped, landing on the eaves of a window. He gently pressed the window glass with his right hand. With a slight shake of his right hand, the window glass looked like it was made of sand, turning into gravel-like glass slag.
Fall down.
These glass shards fell into the river and still made no sound.
The weasel widened his eyes in surprise and said: "Monster! You are really a monster! If you are willing, you can definitely be recognized as a first-rate thief. No, I guess you can become an expert in any field. Is there anything you can't do?"
"
Yang Jian said impatiently: "If it weren't for cooperating with you, I would have called in directly. Do you think I like doing this kind of thing? So, don't say such things to me, just quietly collect it for me.
Just information."
The weasel chuckled, straightened his waist, and scurried through the window like an ape.
Yang Jian held the window eaves with his right hand and turned over to get in.
After jumping into this strange building, Yang Jian found himself in a warehouse surrounded by various weapons and earthen jars. Those earthen jars gave off a faint smell, and they were clearly poisons used by Purgatory to make highly toxic hidden weapons.
.
Yang Jian's expression changed, he quickly held his breath, lowered his voice and said, "Weasel, don't breathe."
As Yang Jian spoke, he looked at the weasel and saw that the weasel had pinched his nose and nodded to him. Only then did Yang Jian remember that the weasel's nose was much more sensitive than his. Since he could smell poison, the weasel naturally
There is no reason why it cannot be discovered.
The weasel pinched his nose and pointed at the warehouse door, but did not take the initiative to go out.
Yang Jian knew that the weasel wanted Yang Jian to see if there was anyone outside. To be continued.