In the dark warehouse, Wan Lin had dragged the man in gray to the side wall of the warehouse. He looked at the man in gray with blood on his face, and asked in a gloomy low voice: "Where is Nighthawk? Tell me!"
The man in gray clothes was stunned for a moment when he heard Wan Lin's question. Then he raised his hand and touched the blood on his face. He looked at Wan Lin and replied coldly: "I am Nighthawk. Who are you?"
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He then stared at Wan Lin and sneered: "Hey, you must not be from the police or the national security, they are not so capable of finding this place."
At this time, Feng Dao and Sha Xiaofeng had already walked to Wan Lin with their guns in hand. When Sha Xiaofeng heard the boy's answer, a look of rage suddenly appeared on his face.
He raised his right hand angrily and punched the man in gray hard on the chest. He cursed angrily: "You bastard, who do you think you are? You are still rampant now."
Since Nighthawk kidnapped the scientist Situ Xuan, the national security and police have gone all out to hunt down Nighthawk and this group of criminals, but they have been able to escape from under their noses many times.
Although they found the hiding place of this group of criminals the night before yesterday, they still fell short and allowed the group to escape early. This has made Sha Xiaofeng, the captain of the National Security Action Team, extremely embarrassed.
Now this kid was rude again. He obviously looked down on people like him who were members of the national security and police, so he punched him out of anger.
Following Sha Xiaofeng's powerful fist, the man in gray grunted and flew into the air. His back hit the wall behind him with a "clang" sound.
The boy then spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately fell towards the wall. A look of astonishment also flashed in the boy's eyes.
He really didn't expect that this middle-aged man, who looked unremarkable, could swing such a powerful fist. This punch broke at least three of his ribs and damaged his internal organs.
At this time, Feng Dao looked coldly at the man in gray who was punched out by Sha Xiaofeng. He raised his right foot upwards on one side of his body and shouted angrily: "You bastard, in the territory of China, there is no chance.
It’s up to you to be rampant!”
As Feng Dao cursed, he raised his big foot and kicked the boy's right knee hard! "Crack", a crisp sound of bones breaking, followed from the dark warehouse.
The man in gray let out a shrill scream, and slumped down on the ground limply. He held the broken leg that had been tilted to the side with both hands. The gloomy face just now had been deformed in severe pain. The entire warehouse also
It was shaken violently by the kick from the wind knife, and the dust on the roof fell down.
Feng Dao glanced coldly at the man in gray who had fallen to the ground, and shouted in a low voice: "You bastard, with your abilities, you still want to pretend to be a Nighthawk?"
Just like Wan Lin, he had already seen from the boy's walking posture and reaction during the battle that this boy was not the suspect seen in the video, and judged that he was not Nighthawk at all. The feeling this person gave them
He is far different from the suspect in the video.
After Feng Dao finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the man in gray who slid down the wall. He then stepped to the door and stretched out his hand to push the warehouse door open. He looked out and looked at
He picked up the phone and asked in a low voice: "Lao Cheng, is there any movement in the warehouses around you?"
"No, I have already killed the two guard posts at the entrance of the warehouse. I am now monitoring the surrounding area covertly. The second group of people are approaching covertly. The third group on the outside has already considered this area." Cheng Ru replied in a low voice.
, came immediately from Feng Dao’s earphones.
At this time, the young monk standing next to the off-road vehicle saw the wind knife smashing the kneecap of the man in gray. He seemed to suddenly remember something, and a murderous look appeared on his face.
He lowered his head and glanced at the dart in his hand, then suddenly leaned forward and pulled out the dagger from the scabbard on the leg of an action team member beside him.
Without saying a word, he raised his knife and strode towards the man in gray. Xiaohua, who was lying on the roof of the car, saw the boy's movements, and a blue light flashed in his eyes, and jumped onto the boy's shoulder with a "pop" sound.
"Little brother, what are you doing with the knife?" The action team member standing next to Situ Xuan looked at the murderous look of this kid and shouted in a low voice in shock. Situ Xuan and another team member in the car also had shocked faces.
looked at this boy.
The little monk heard the cry from behind. He turned to look at the team members behind him and whispered: "I... my second grandfather said, let... let me go back with the head of the night... hawk, I...
I'll chop off his head!" The boy said as he appeared beside Wan Lin and the others.
Sha Xiaofeng saw this kid coming towards him with a knife in his hand and full of murderous intent. He quickly reached out and grabbed the kid's arm and yelled in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"
The young monk raised the sharp dagger, drew it on his neck and replied: "I... my second grandfather said, let... let me carry the head of Nighthawk back, I... I
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Before the boy finished speaking, the dagger in his hand suddenly struck the neck of the man in gray who was slumped under the wall with a sound of wind. The little flower standing on the young monk's shoulder also suddenly jumped up, and raised his right hand.
The claw struck hard on the head of the man in gray. It had sensed the murderous intent of the little monk, so it also raised its dagger and jumped up to kill the boy sitting by the wall.
Sha Xiaofeng, who was standing nearby, was shocked. He tightly grabbed the little monk's raised arm and shouted, "Stop! Leave him alive, he is already a prisoner."
Before he finished speaking, the little monk suddenly swayed and muttered: "What is a prisoner... a prisoner, I... I want his head and give it... to my second grandfather, this... this is me
...a meeting gift from me to the second grandpa!"
As the boy spoke, his body swayed, and a strong force came from the boy's arm. Sha Xiaofeng's arm went numb, and he involuntarily let go of the boy's arm. He took a step back in shock.
Only then did he realize that this silly-looking little monk was actually a rare master of internal energy!
At this time, Wan Lin had already reached out and grabbed Xiao Hua, who was rushing to the wall. He picked up Xiao Hua, stared at the little monk and shouted in a low voice: "Jing Heng, why are you so crazy? He is not Nighthawk!"
The young monk was stunned. He looked at the man in gray slumped on the ground and said, "Hey, he... why isn't he a Nighthawk? I... I saw it, he... he is the commander here, he...
…He is the night…the nighthawk.”
Sha Xiaofeng hugged the little monk tightly. He then looked at Wan Lin and asked in a low voice in shock: "Leopard Head, is he really not a nighthawk?" When he was in the pipe, he had been paying attention to the man in gray.