Xiao Feng held a dragon-patterned dagger that was as black as ink and quietly came to the place where the sniper was hiding. At this time, he was exuding a trace of cold murderous aura, just like a reaper reaping life.
Ace of Spades, Demonic Terminator.
The cold murderous aura made the sniper hiding in the darkness tremble. Just as he was about to turn around and take a look, he saw a long, white hand reaching out and covering his mouth.
Before the sniper could react, a strange dagger as black as ink slashed across his throat at an extremely fast speed. There was only a slight 'squeak' sound, and a wave of heat spurted out.
"Hmm..." The severed neck artery made a strange sound, and blood spurted out for more than a meter like a faucet.
The sniper wanted to struggle, but he found that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of this white and slender hand. This was a somewhat delicate hand, but it was also a murderous hand.
As the blood spurted out, the sniper felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and his struggling feet became weak and limp. His eyes bulged with anger. He could not imagine who had killed him.
"Remember my name, I am 'Ace of Spades'," a cold voice that sounded like it came from Jiuyou slowly sounded in his ears.
Ace of spades, ace of spades, the sniper's whole body shook violently. No one in the circle had heard of this name. He never thought that he would die in the hands of the ace of spades.
The sniper slowly closed his eyes as his eyes touched the black dragon-patterned dagger. It was him, the ace of spades.
Xiao Feng cut the sniper's neck with a dagger, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, pushed the gradually cooling body aside, and picked up the sniper rifle in front of him.
Xiao Feng picked up the sniper rifle and looked around carefully through the scope. He knew that if the opponent placed a sniper here, there would be other snipers nearby who would respond accordingly.
Sure enough, under Xiao Feng's careful observation, he discovered two more abnormalities. In the other two places, there were also two snipers, covering the entire factory in a triangle shape.
"Li Xiangjun, Kong Long, have you seen the big chimney of the factory? Centered on the upper stairs, there is a sniper at seven o'clock and eleven o'clock."
"I know, get rid of him immediately," Li Xiangjun replied.
"Well, be more careful and don't attract attention," Xiao Feng nodded, without looking at the body on the ground, and left quickly with the sniper rifle.
"Yuwen, what's going on over there? Have you seen Nagao Kawashima?" Xiao Feng found another factory, but still didn't find Murong Xue, and couldn't help but become a little anxious.
"Ahem..." Yu Wenchengcheng coughed twice from the earphones.
Xiao Feng frowned. Kawashima Nagao did not appear. He thought for a while and ran quickly towards the factory building where the transaction was held.
"Demon Sword, have you found anything?"
"No,"
"I'm at the trading location now, you continue to search," Xiao Feng climbed up to the top of the factory building, found a hidden place, set up a sniper rifle, and looked around through the scope.
At the same time, Xiao Feng looked at the situation inside the factory through the gap in the roof, trying to find out how many people there were.
In the factory, Yu Wenchengcheng was sitting on a chair, a little impatient: "Will your boss get out? I don't have time to waste time with you here."
"Mr. Yuwen, please wait for (day),"
"Stop talking Japanese to me, I can't understand you," Yu Wenchengcheng cursed and took out his mobile phone: "I will call the intermediary channel now to end this transaction."
"No," a Japanese man said two blunt Chinese characters.
"If you say no, it won't work. Let me do whatever I want," Yu Wenchengcheng slapped the table and stood up.
The Japanese man looked at Yu Wen Chengcheng, raised his hand suddenly, and seven or eight people with guns jumped out from the surrounding area, all pointing their guns at Yu Wen Chengcheng and his group.
"Fuck," Yu Wenchengcheng was stunned for a moment, then became angry. He raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the Japanese's head: "You are playing with me with a few broken guns. Believe it or not, I will blow your head off." "
Almost at the same time, Zhang Yu, Feng Long and others also raised their micro-guns and stared at the Japanese who also held guns with cold faces.
The atmosphere at the scene became subtle. If anything went wrong, a fierce gun battle would probably begin.
"Sir Yuwen, our captain will be out right away," the Japanese said loudly in broken Chinese.
"Stop this fucking thing and find someone who can speak Chinese to speak." Yu Wenchengcheng was a little angry. He didn't expect that the other party would dare to pull out a gun and point it at him.
On the top of the factory building, Xiao Feng glanced down coldly. He was not worried because there was no chance of a fight.
Sure enough, when the two sides were confronting each other, the Japanese from before walked out quickly: "What are you doing, Mr. Yuwen, I'm sorry to make you laugh,"
"I shouldn't do business with you Japanese," Yuwen Chengcheng pointed his gun at the Japanese and said coldly.
"Put away your guns, everyone, put away your guns," the Japanese said in Japanese first, and then said with a smile to Zhang Yu and others.
"I won't do the deal tonight," Yuwen Chengcheng snorted, "Let's go,"
"Mr. Yuwen, wait..."
"Why, you are still planning to force us to stay," Yu Wenchengcheng pointed a gun at him, murderous intent overflowing.
"No, I don't dare. Our vice-captain will be out soon. Please wait a moment, Mr. Yuwen,"
As soon as the Japanese finished speaking, he saw two more people walking out, one of whom was wearing a Japanese kimono.
"Mr. Yuwen, I am Nodo Yaizo, nice to meet you," the Japanese man in kimono walked up to Yuwen Chengcheng with a strange emphasis.
"Ye Teng Jing San," Yu Wencheng was afraid that Xiao Feng wouldn't hear, so he repeated it specifically: "I'm very curious now, who are you?"
"this……"
"Hmph, if you want to trade, then show a trading attitude. If you don't see me and use a gun, do you think I will trade with you?"
"Mr. Yuwen, I wonder if you have heard of the 'Blue Lion Mercenary Group',"
"Blue Lion Mercenary Group," Yuwen Chengcheng said in surprise: "I didn't expect that he was from Blue Lion. I heard that your Blue Lion has a sharpshooter named Kawashima Nagao."
"That's our captain. He's dealing with something right now, so I'll make a deal with Mr. Yuwen," Ye Teng Jingsan said with a smile.
As soon as Ye Tengjing finished speaking, Xiao Feng, who was squatting on the top of the factory building, jumped down from the factory building, climbed in through a broken window, and groped in the direction he came out.
"Continue trading with them and wait for my order," Xiao Feng whispered as he walked away.
"Have you got the sniper done?"
"It's all done, we've taken our place,"
"Okay, Demon Sword, is there anything abnormal?"
"No,"
"Come and trade the factory, wait for my order," Xiao Feng had just noticed that Ye Tengjing and the other three people went out from here, so there must be a basement or something like that under this factory.
After Xiao Feng explained everything, he began to search carefully. Sure enough, he found an abnormality in a room.
"It should be right here," Xiao Feng stared at the entrance to the basement, and there were faint voices coming from inside.
"Yao Dao, thirty meters east of the trading factory, I'll wait for you," Xiao Feng thought for a while and contacted Yao Dao again.
"Come over right away,"
Soon, a black shadow shot in from outside the window, it was the Demon Sword.
"what's the situation,"
"It should be inside. You stay outside and I'll go in and take a look," Xiao Feng pointed to the basement entrance.
"Okay," Yaodao nodded and took the sniper rifle handed over by Xiao Feng.
"Don't shoot without my order," Xiao Feng said, then pulled out the dragon-marked dagger again and walked toward the basement step by step.
After walking for more than ten steps, there was a corner ahead, and the voice came from there.
Xiao Feng slowed down. He was thinking about how to get through without alerting the other party. The passage was not very wide and it would be very difficult to get through without killing the two of them. But if they were to kill the other party now, it would be detrimental to them if they attracted attention.
Just when Xiao Feng was hesitant, a scream sounded: "Help,"
"Murong Xue," Xiao Feng heard this scream and rushed out without caring about attracting the other party's attention.
"What... (Japan)", as soon as the voice sounded, the dragon-marked dagger turned into a black light and shot through the Japanese's throat.
At the same time, Xiao Feng swooped forward and clasped the other Japanese's neck with both hands. With a strong force, there was a "Gaba" sound, and the whole neck was broken by him, and his eyes were turned to the back.
Almost instantly, Xiao Feng killed the two Japanese. Without stopping, he pulled out the dragon-marked dagger and ran quickly along the passage inside.
Xiao Feng's whole body was filled with murderous intent. He could hear fear, fear, helplessness, and urgency in Murong Xue's voice just now...
"If Murong Xue is really hurt at all, I will chop you all into pieces and feed them to the dogs," Xiao Feng's eyes were cold, and his second strength exploded, leaving only a shadow on his body, and disappeared at the entrance of the passage.
After exiting the passage, Xiao Feng held the dragon pattern dagger and distinguished it carefully, but Murong Xue's voice did not sound again.
"Damn it," the basement is huge. If he had to search room by room, it would be impossible to find it in a short time.
Xiao Feng's hand holding the dragon-patterned dagger has turned white because of the exertion. He just wants to kill people now, but he can't let go and kill, otherwise he will harm Murong Xue.
"Murong Xue, where are you?" Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Japanese who had his throat cut a second ago and fell in a pool of blood.
"Xiao Feng, come and save me," Murong Xue was in an ordinary room in the basement with tape on her mouth. Her face was pale, her body was struggling violently, and she was shouting loudly in her heart.
Opposite her stood the shirtless Nagao Kawashima. His right shoulder was wrapped in gauze with red blood stains on it.
With a playful smile on his face, Kawashima Nagao looked at Murong Xue who was struggling crazily: "Goddess, don't struggle, no one will come to save you. Are you thinking about Xiao Feng? I don't know if he will come to save you. You, but this is not important. What is important is that even if he really comes to save you, it will be two hours later. Now, you belong to me, hahaha..."