The rate of fire of the micro charge was extremely high, but within two or three seconds, everyone ran out of bullets, but at this time, the four people were still holding the trigger in their hands, and they could only hear the sound of the firing pin constantly shuttling in the chamber of the gun "Is the fight over" Zhang Heng showed a signature sneer at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand slightly, pinched a bullet with both hands and looked at it in front of him slightly, at the same time, those bullets seemed to have finally received gravity, ticking and falling to the ground, leaving only the frightened eyes of the four men "信じない" As if the sky was falling, the leader of the four seemed to have an indescribable impact on his worldview, he threw away the firearm in his hand, pulled out the dagger on his waist, and rushed towards Zhang Heng with a will to die But before he could take two steps, Zhang Heng suddenly looked in his direction, and at the same time, his expression was sharp, and suddenly, the expressions of the four people changed greatly at the same time, and in the next second, their heads exploded out of thin air like watermelons falling from high-rise buildings Bang bang bang Four blood mist erupted like a fountain, like four blood mist spreading, at this moment, the young man in the ninth game who was rescued by Zhang Heng finally showed a look of horror, he looked at all this sluggishly, and slowly took a step or two forward, but his feet seemed to lose his strength, and he fell directly to the ground, everything in his eyes and in his mind, only the moment when the heads of the four people burst open, could not be dispersed for a long time A cold wind blew, and the cold current carried the blood mist in the air through the streets, and then completely melted into the sky, leaving only the sound of sirens slowly approaching in the distance, showing the gloom of early winter.
I don't know when, Zhang Heng disappeared Jingzhou, Fengtai District, Yanxi Huafu Villa.
An old man with a white beard was sitting in his bedroom, constantly stroking a picture frame in his hand, which he wiped clean.
The old man was already very old, and he was a little afraid of the cold, and there was no light in the room, only the dim fire in the fireplace.
Like many old antiques, he doesn't particularly like real-life things like underfloor heating and air conditioning, preferring old appliances like fireplaces that allow him to reminisce about his youthful memories.
A flame lit in the fireplace and warmed the bedroom.
Through the flickering firelight, it can be faintly seen that there is a photo of a young man on the photo frame in the old man's hand.
The young man looked a little innocent, and his eyes flashed with arrogance, but the only fly in the ointment of this photo was the color of the photo.
This photograph is black and white.
At this moment, the old man seemed to be immersed in memories, and the wrinkled and aged spots on his face showed a quiet smile, but in an instant it was replaced by grief.
I don't know how long it took, the old man finally came back to his senses, he stood up a little awkwardly, and hung this picture frame on the wall beside him with his trembling hands, if there was a second person in the room at this time, he could see that this wall was full of photos of this young man from childhood to adulthood.
This young man is called Xu Haoyu.
Looking at the photos in front of him, the old man's somewhat cloudy eyes gradually revealed a hint of essence, he suddenly lowered his head and whispered in a voice that only he could hear "Yu'er, I believe that grandpa will be able to avenge you soon" After saying this, the old man seemed a little tired, and lay back on the old rosewood chair, and then slowly closed his eyes.
However, just as he closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap, a flat voice suddenly came from the room, the voice was slightly hoarse, and it was very incongruous with the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the room.
"The older generation reminisces about their children and grandchildren, and it is a real and touching scene."
Hearing this, the old man's eyes rolled a little, slowly opened his eyes, and looked towards the source of the sound with a look of consternation, but saw that in the shadows of the room, there seemed to be a person standing there.
No, no, there was a man standing there A flash of anger flashed in the old man's eyes, but he was suppressed in an instant, he held the armrests of the chair with both hands, tried to straighten himself as much as possible, and then said solemnly, "I don't know if the distinguished guest comes to the door, it is really far away." ” "Honored guests" In the shadows, the voice seemed to sneer, but no matter how the old man looked, with his old and dizzy eyes, he could only see a single figure, and nothing else.
"Heh, the old man has lived long enough, for me, it is the Ten Palaces Yama who came to the door, and he is also a distinguished guest."
The old man nodded, with a calm expression without the slightest fear, "In my life, I have never been afraid of anyone." ” "I believe it."
Faintly, the figure seemed to sigh, "But I'm curious, if you know that not only you, but even your family will be wiped out today, can you continue to be calm?"
"What are you talking about" The old man's expression suddenly shrank, he looked at the black shadow in front of him carefully, as if he wanted to determine something, and after a long time, he sighed, "I probably know who you are." ” "You, probably sent by Zhang Heng," the old man said with a smile, "Except for him, I don't think anyone has the courage to say such a thing in front of me, but it's a pity, I'm afraid he has already encountered an accident at this time." ” "If you really think so, you're very wrong."
Hearing this, the figure in the darkness slowly emerged, and an ordinary-looking young man walked to the area where the firelight could shine, and then the old man saw that the young man in front of him seemed to have the breath of a yin owl, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were bright, but there was as deep as a dark night, which could reflect everything in the world It was a pair of eyes that could draw a person's soul into it.
"Zhang Heng" At this time, the old man's face was finally ugly, his whole body trembled suddenly, and his peaceful face suddenly revealed a trace of indescribable hideousness, "You are not dead yet" Zhang Heng didn't answer, just walked to the old man's side with his hands behind his back, admiring the figures of Xu Haoyu on the wall like a tasting, and sighed in a low voice after a long time, "Old man, you should have received the New Year's gift I sent last year."
The old man's body trembled again, his hands trembled even more violently, and his dry ten fingers only clasped the handle of the yellow rosewood chaise longue, almost completely buttoning his fingers in, and at the same time, a trace of blood slowly spread out from between his fingernails t1706231537: