The night was pitch dark, and Fang Ming, Zhu Xiaoyao and his group were walking through the night, like wolves in the dark night.
Wolves are the toughest animals in the world. They are as fast as lightning, cold-blooded and cruel.
This operation was named Project Canglang, and it was intended to deal a lightning-quick blow to the hostile forces.
During the fierce fight between the Fang family and Shi Wenzhong, there was one person who had been waiting for the opportunity. He was Pu Yangfeng, the leader of the Tianxiahui.
I originally thought that after solving Qiu Qianshan of the Qinglong Gang, Puyang Feng would be restrained, but Puyang Feng was also an ambitious person. He secretly cooperated with the Li family of Yanjing to continuously expand his territory in southern Hunan and northern Hubei provinces.
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These two provinces are adjacent to Nanchuan Province. This is a strategic encirclement of the Fang family. Once Puyang Feng controls the underground forces in these two provinces, the Fang family's actions will inevitably be hindered.
There was no way anyone could be allowed to snore next to the bed, so Fang Ming decided to give the Li family a slap in the face.
Fang Ming, Zhu Xiaoyao, Fire Dragon, Black Panther, and Aiolia, together with Porcupine, Vulture, and Zhihai, seven top masters formed a special force with powerful combat capabilities and approached Puyang Feng's home base of Xuankong Mountain in northern Hunan.
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The Xuankong Mountains are isolated and extremely steep, and Puyang Feng lives here.
Puyangfeng speaks softly, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and is elegant in his speech and behavior.
Among the underworld leaders, Puyang Feng is definitely an anomaly.
He comes from a well-known family, and his father Puyang Weicheng is a famous literary and historian. After Puyang Feng graduated from the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering of Yanjing University, he was unwilling to be an ordinary technician and entered the business world to work hard. From the beginning as a small contractor, he has now become a powerful
Puyang Feng, a gangster in northern Hunan, has taken a path that his father never thought of. Underneath his elegant and gentle appearance is a greedy heart like a wild wolf.
After Fang Tianhao's death, Puyang Feng's silent heart became eager to move again, and he decided to attack again.
Faced with the enemy's provocation, Fang Ming directly ordered the beheading action without any hesitation.
Tonight, the night is thick, and a group of people are walking through the dense forest, like a pack of wolves in the dark night.
Fang Ming, Zhu Xiaoyao, Zhihai, and Black Panther formed a group of four to attack from the west, while the rest, led by Huolong, attacked from the north.
There are densely packed sentry posts to the north, and it seems that the defense is much tighter. In fact, the most dangerous place is to the west.
Puyangfeng is not a reckless person. Before deciding to take action against the other party, he made careful preparations. He hired experts from overseas with large sums of money to strengthen the defense of himself and his core members. He believed that over-calculating in anything was better than under-calculating.
There are no sentries or power grids in the west, but there are twenty world-class gangsters ambushed. These people are good at shooting, fighting and assassination. Tonight, it is clear that this group is destined to die.
Zhihai also took off his wide cassock and put on black night clothes. He did not wear any firearms. His weapons were crossbow arrows and swords.
The dense forest made it difficult to see, but the four of them all had good night vision, so there was no obstacle to their journey.
Suddenly, Zhihai squatted down and leaned on a piece of bluestone.
Fang Ming, Zhu Xiaoyao and Black Panther noticed something was wrong and immediately chose a hidden place.
"Ding dong!" A crossbow arrow made a "chi" sound and hit the bluestone, emitting a subtle firelight in the dark night.
Then with this little light, Fang Ming could clearly see a figure flashing, followed by an extremely subtle sound, and many black shadows appeared around him one after another.
These black shadows just flashed and then disappeared, like fallen leaves falling in the wind, light and agile.
Masters, these people are all masters.
The duel between masters relies on patience and perseverance. Fang Ming picked up his sniper rifle and hid behind the big tree.
Breathing evenly, his eyes as bright as lightning, Fang Ming placed his index finger on the trigger, waiting for the earth-shattering blow.
For this attack, Fang Ming has two plans. If encountering obstacles, he will retreat immediately. With the strength of the four people, it will not be a problem to at least escape intact.
This is just a back-up plan. When facing a strong enemy, a truly strong person will never retreat.
After two hours of silence, the other party moved.
A dark shadow appeared. From Fang Ming's current position, he could snipe at the opponent.
Fang Ming didn't move. This time it was just a test by the enemy.
Sure enough, the black shadow just moved, and then disappeared into the bushes. Five minutes later, seven or eight black shadows surrounded him from the side and rear, adopting a siege posture.
This time the opponent's movements were very fast, like thunder and lightning, and they were quickly approaching.
When they were only seven or eight meters away, Zhu Xiaoyao, Black Panther and Zhihai launched their attacks together, like bloodthirsty wolves pounced on their prey.
Fang Ming didn't move. With his strong concentration, he felt that the opponent's leader had not yet appeared.
Suddenly, the woods in the southwest made a subtle rustling sound, and a black shadow fell from the sky with a huge momentum.
Turn your head, aim, and shoot!
Fang Ming was very fast and used rapid fire. The opponent's ghostly figure stopped midway, as if he had been shot.
"Whoosh!" Fang Ming rushed over like an arrow, holding a sniper rifle.
There was a loud "bang", and the sniper rifle hit the opponent's shoulder.
The opponent was in pain and quickly turned over and jumped back. At the same time, a sharp military thorn stabbed at Fang Ming's ribs in a strange way.
Fang Ming raised his sniper rifle again and knocked the opponent's spur to one side. Then Fang Ming jumped into the air and slammed his knee.
The sound of broken bones broke the darkness of the night sky, and just when Fang Ming was about to kill him, a gunshot sounded from behind.
Fang Ming rolled on the spot and avoided the fatal attack. At the same time, he made another leap, like an agile cheetah pounced on its prey.
Gang Qi surged all over his body, and Fang Ming neutralized the opponent's left uppercut. Without giving the enemy any chance to breathe, Fang Ming made a lightning-like stroke with his right hand.
The saber burst out with dazzling brilliance, and the sword cut the opponent's trachea cleanly, and blood spurted out like an arrow.
He rolled on the spot again to avoid being stained with blood, and then Fang Ming hid in the bushes.
"Bang bang!" There was a violent gunshot from behind. Fang Ming lay on the ground and carefully watched the movements around him.
After killing the opponent's leader, the gunfire behind him became chaotic, and the shooter should be a novice.
In the jungle, screams of misery could be heard from time to time. Zhu Xiaoyao and the other three started a fierce fight, killing their opponents one after another.
According to common sense, Fang Ming should join the three of them, but now that he is a skilled and bold man, he decided to stick to the main road alone.
Fang Ming's idea was brilliant. Such a big movement must have alerted the other side. Their reinforcements would arrive soon. It would be a good way to lay siege to the city for reinforcements.
Besieging a city and calling for reinforcements is a common tactic used by our army, but this time there was only one person who called for reinforcements - Fang Ming!
Sometimes, one person can control the entire battle.
Thinking of his father Fang Tianhao's majestic appearance of sweeping through the Byzantine church with one sword, Fang Ming's blood boiled all over his body. Men should kill, and only killing and bloodshed can create a true iron-blooded man!
Come on, let the enemy's screams and blood flow even more fiercely.
Fang Ming was condescending, lurking in the dense forest, like a wolf king ready to attack at any time.
Two black shadows appeared. The two men were as nimble as civet cats. Their steps were quick, and each step was slightly different from the previous one.
Suddenly, the two stopped ten meters ahead.
Could it be that the other party had discovered him? Fang Ming restrained his breathing and used Vajra Meditation. His heart was as clear as the Bodhi tree that had experienced the vicissitudes of time. The dark night was the best protective color for the Wolf King. Fang Ming merged with the big tree behind him.
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Two black shadows moved, and they rushed forward in separate directions, one to the east and the other to the west.
One of the black figures walked under the big tree where Fang Ming was, and Fang Ming could clearly see the outline of the other figure.
The sword light pierced the air, and a flying knife was like a lightning bolt, shooting into the opponent's left chest with a "swish".
"Boom!" Fang Ming used the Thousand Jin Falling Technique and fell. At this moment, he seemed to be carrying a thousand kilograms of boulders and pounced on the opponent like a mountain bearing down on him.
A ray of light appeared in the darkness, and the opponent fought back fiercely despite being hit hard. The sword light cut through the dark night, like a poisonous snake piercing Fang Ming's chest.
Such a fast sword, such a weird counterattack, making full use of his own advantages, so that the weight and speed of the downward thrust become a liability, and the opponent can stab him without much force.
Fang Ming took a sharp breath, and flew backwards, just in time to hit the branches of the big tree. The branches bent, and with the help of elasticity, Fang Ming escaped like a swallow through the clouds.
The long sword pressed against Fang Ming's back and cut through his night clothes, but fortunately it did not injure any muscles or bones.
Fang Ming rolled on the spot, his saber going from bottom to top, straight towards the opponent's throat.