Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside the pass, reached out and slowly pulled out Jiang Fang's auxiliary respirator. beep The heartbeat on the instrument became a straight line, and Jiang Fang lost his breath in his sleep.
"Ahhhhhhh" When his heart rate became a straight line, Jiang Jing roared like a beast that had lost its son, and clenched his hands tightly into fists.
He gripped it so hard that his fingernails pierced his palm.
The blood flowed down, dyeing the sheets on Jiang Fang blood red.
The muscles in Jiang Jing's whole body were twitching.
He roared hoarsely: "Arrange people immediately and use all resources.
I want to know Lin Xiaotian's current location.
If you can't find Lin Xiaotian before dawn, then you will all be released."
"Burial" Guanwai Wusong and Jiang Jing's men all shuddered, not daring to hesitate at all.
They all walked out of the ward and started making frantic phone calls.
Jiang Jing, Wusong outside the Pass, used to be a murderous master, but now that his son is dead, he has turned into a crazy beast.
If they hesitate at all, they will definitely be torn into pieces.
After leaving the ward, Guanwai Wusong and Jiang Jing returned to the villa and found ten women, not young and beautiful women, but women who had given birth to children.
He wanted to have children and he wanted to continue the Jiang family's legacy.
With his son's pale face flashing in his mind, Jiang Jing cried hysterically, but still kept pounding and firing.
Those women were frightened half to death by his crazy appearance.
They couldn't find any pleasure at all.
They screamed in an extremely sad manner, as if they were being tortured.
It's still the banks of the Songhua River, but this time it's not just wine, but also barbecue.
Lin Xiaotian made six squabs and slowly smoked them on the charcoal fire.
Swish A black shadow appeared next to Lin Xiaotian like a ghost.
"Here we go, let's have some together."
Lin Xiaotian kept flipping the squab in his hand without raising his head.
The visitor was none other than Dongfang Ren.
He looked at the leisurely Lin Xiaotian and said, somewhat dumbfounded: "You are in such a good mood that you actually want to have barbecue at this time."
Lin Xiaotian joked: "Since I have paid the Ksitigarbha Seven Killers to do the work, I can naturally enjoy my life leisurely.
Didn't you want to tell me that you Ksitigarbha Seven Killers might fail?"
Dongfang Ren snorted coldly: "Don't worry, Ksitigarbha will never miss the Seven Kills."
"That's alright.
Come and try my craftsmanship."
Lin Xiaotian put a roasted pigeon into Dongfang Ren's hand.
Dongfang Ren only knows how to kill with a sword, and has never done anything like cooking.
He couldn't help but be a little curious when he saw the dignified god actually doing the barbecue himself.
"The look in your eyes is so weird, it's not like you've never made food with your own hands before."
Lin Xiaotian raised his eyebrows.
Dongfang Ren nodded matter-of-factly: "The gentleman is far away from the chef."
"Don't tell me, you never eat when you are on a latent assassination mission."
Lin Xiaotian said angrily.
This Dongfang Ren not only learned swordsmanship and ancient rituals, but also learned the dregs of ancient times.
Dongfang Ren looked at Lin Xiaotian with an idiot look, and said calmly: "When I'm lurking, I make a fire and cook.
Isn't it obvious that the target is exposed?
I eat them raw."
Lin Xiaotian was speechless and could only hold out his thumb speechlessly.
He was really speechless when he met such a wild madman.
"I have already arranged the manpower.
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We will start on time at two o'clock in the morning.
If you have this kind of task of picking up money for free in the future, remember to say hello to me."
Dongfang Ren took a bite of the roasted pigeon and found that it tasted very good.
After eating up one squab, he reached out and picked up the second one without ceremony.
Lin Xiaotian rolled his eyes at him and hummed softly: "I have a mission, but I am just preparing to go to the Foot Basin Country to cause trouble.
Do you dare to go?"
"Are you planning to deal with the Kusanagi mercenary group in the Foot Basin Country?"
Dongfang Ren said clearly.
Lin Xiaotian nodded: "Yes, Kusanagi has been jumping too much recently, I want to step on it."
"Yes, but the charge will be very high."
Dongfang Ren ate the roasted pigeon in his mouth, but he had no intention of eating the other person's short mouth.
"When I found out that you were a money-lover at the Hilton Hotel, you actually made eight hundred yuan," Lin Xiaotian joked.
Dongfang Ren quickly swept the four squabs into his stomach, stood up with a long sword, and said coldly: "Speaking of which, you still owe me 9,600 yuan and haven't paid the bill.
Pay me quickly."
Lin Xiaotian was immediately defeated by this serious man.
"We don't have time to withdraw money now, let's go to the theater first."
Lin Xiaotian got up and got into the car, waving to Dongfang Ren.
Two o'clock in the morning, Jiang's villa.
In the dark night, with only a few street lamps shining, a patrol team of three wandered around the villa.
In addition to the five mercenaries of Polar Bear, there is also a patrol of more than 80 people outside Wusong Jiang Jing's villa outside Guanwai.
The three groups were divided into twenty groups.
Except for one group that was permanently guarding the villa, the other twenty groups were guarding the surrounding areas.
In a high tower sniper position outside the manor, a polar bear mercenary was chatting with other mercenaries through headphones.
"What the butcher said is indeed true.
These Chinese people are weak chickens.
If we attack, we can destroy them with strong firepower in minutes."
After waiting for a few minutes, no sound was heard from the earphones.
The mercenary asked in a low voice: "Fladimir, please reply."
There was still sound in the earphones.
The expressions of the mercenary group changed.
They lowered their heads and looked in the direction of the other mercenaries through the sniper scope of the sniper rifle.
At this moment, he felt a slight chill on the back of his neck, and his entire body lost consciousness.
Only his head could still move. not good The mercenary's heart skipped a beat, and he knew that his neck had been broken.
Breaking the neck is another silent method of killing than cutting the throat.
Because international mercenaries are very familiar with cutting throats, basically all mercenaries will put iron pieces on their collars to prevent their throats from being cut.
Some assassination masters have developed a novel assassination method for this situation.
The knife is cut from a special position on the back of the neck to directly cut off the cervical vertebrae, causing the person to lose control of the body.
This method of assassination requires extremely sophisticated techniques and a sword so sharp that it breaks the blade, so few people use it, but those who can use this method of assassination are undoubtedly masters.
The mercenary knew that he had met an assassination master.
Remembering that all the mercenaries, including the Butcher, regarded the Chinese as weaklings, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious and wanted to scream to alert the other mercenaries.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, a tasteless hand covered his mouth, and the sharp blade slashed across his throat, suppressing all his sounds. salsa In the dark night, only the sound of blood spurting from the carotid artery was left.
When he was about to die, a figure wearing black and gray night clothes appeared in his eyes.
He was a little thin, but his movements were dexterous.
He looked like a ghost in the dark night and quickly moved towards a three-person patrol team. snap The thin figure deliberately broke a dead branch with his feet behind the three of them.
The three bodyguards turned around warily when they heard the voice.
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The moment they turned around, two blades slashed across the throats of the two people next to them.
Just as the man in the middle stretched his hand to his waist, he saw the thin figure open his mouth and spray, and a black light penetrated his throat.
The moment after the murder, the thin figure flashed like a ghost, hugged the three fallen bodies, and gently placed them on the ground without making a sound.
The same scene was staged at the same time in the Jiang family manor.
The seven black figures were like children of the night, not making too much noise, and constantly harvesting the lives of the patrols in the manor.
Even the elite mercenaries of the Polar Bear Mercenary Group, who are highly skilled and can tear apart direwolves with their bare hands, failed to make the slightest counterattack in the face of such a master-level assassination, and even failed to sound the alarm. assassinated.
Only then did Lin Xiaotian's SUV slowly drive into the manor.
As soon as he got out of the car, Lin Xiaotian discovered the polar bear mercenary group logo on the three white men who died at the door.
"The polar bear people are here too."
Lin Xiaotian frowned.
Dongfang Ren was also slightly stunned: "How could he be a member of the Polar Bear Mercenary Group?
Did Jiang Jing, a martial artist outside the Pass, also collude with the Polar Bear Mercenary Group?"
"The Polar Bear Mercenary Group focuses on developing in Western Europe and should not spread into China.
I think it should be the arrangement of Menshak Ilyich Kampov."
Having said that, Lin Xiaotian's expression was not relaxed at all.
He had a very bad premonition that because of the appearance of the Polar Bear Mercenary Group, Dragon Scales was probably no longer outside the customs and was sent to Tsarist Russia.
"However, speaking of it, your Ksitigarbha Seven Killers' assassination abilities are really powerful.
Nearly a hundred of them couldn't even make a sound of warning."
Lin Xiaotian praised Dongfang Ren.
"The Seven Kills of Ksitigarbha exist only for assassination.
There is nothing strange about this."
Dongfang Ren said with an expression on his face.
The seven killers of Ksitigarbha's Seven Killings stood quietly outside the villa guarding a large number of weapons, obviously knowing that the last important figures would be left to Lin Xiaotian and Dongfang Ren to deal with.
At this time, the people in the villa finally noticed something strange, but when they wanted to touch the guns, they found that all the guns around them had mysteriously disappeared.
Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside the pass, was still sprinting desperately on top of the woman, and almost fainted when he heard the knock on the door.
"Go away, didn't I tell you not to bother me?"
Jiang Jing, Wu Song outside the pass, cursed angrily.
"Boss, what's wrong, Lin Lin Xiaotian, came in with his men," the bodyguard outside the door hurriedly shouted.
Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside Guanwai, was really frightened this time.
Even if he ate Brother Wei, it would be of no use.
Turning over and dismounting, he grabbed the pistol under the pillow and rushed outside.
As a result, his feet gave way and he almost fell to the ground.
At his age, using Brother Wei to forcefully have sex with ten women is already a bit exhausting.
"I have to kill you this time, surnamed Lin."
Jiang Jing, a martial artist outside Guanwai, staggered open the door and rushed out of the villa with a pistol.
In another room, Alexander the Butcher, the second leader of the Polar Bear Mercenary Group, was not sleeping either, but he was not playing with women, but sharpening his knife.
He made good use of seven knives, and each one was carefully polished by him to keep it in the sharpest state.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the blade flashing coldly under the light, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He was so excited to be able to fight against the famous god in the mercenary world that he couldn't sleep.
"God, if Lin Xiaotian can pull off your skin, it will definitely be the most valuable skin in my collection."
At this moment, a rapid Tsarist Russian voice came into his room: "Butcher, something happened outside, Vladimir and the others can't be contacted."
Butcher Alexander's expression changed, he put the seven knives into his knife pouch, carried them on his back, and strode out of the room.
As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard chaos below, until three screams rang out, and calm returned.
The face of the polar bear mercenary who called the door changed slightly, and he said anxiously: "The people under Wu Song Jiang Jing outside the pass are all gone.
They should be the last few people just now."
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"Damn it, even if Lin Xiaozhen is a god, he can't kill a hundred people silently."
The butcher Alexander took a step forward and strode down to the first floor of the villa.
On the first floor of the villa, Jiang Jing, a martial artist outside Guanwai, was holding a pistol and looking coldly at Lin Xiaotian in front of him.
"Hahaha Lin Xiaotian, there is a road to heaven, but if you don't take it, there is no door to hell.
If you break in, I will kill you with my own hands today to pay homage to my little one."
Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside Guanwai, smiled a little crazily, his eyes filled with hatred.
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