"Well, can that friend outside come in and talk?" A thick voice came from the master bedroom on the second floor.

Liu Ying was slightly stunned, and a vague doubt came from his perception through the sound. After today's baptism of the two heavens of ice and fire, it seems that not only has the "seventh sense" been upgraded, but his sixth sense can also be compared with women.

Liu Ying smiled slightly, shrugged indifferently, and chased each other for almost two years, and the game was over. She squatted on the second floor aisle, shook her hands and took back the "dumb rope" tied to the bodyguard's body, swung the rope to open the double-open door of the master bedroom.

The door slowly opened, and under the bright light, a big man wearing a military vest held his head tightly in the middle of the bedroom, his eyes wide open, and he glared at the young man in a security uniform walking slowly.

"Who are you?" The thick-sounding man shouted loudly.

"Iron, get out of here." A soft, low voice came from behind.

The buzzhead named Tiezi turned sideways nervously and unwillingly. The gun still pointed at the killer in front of him, giving up half of the figure behind him, a calm middle-aged man in pajamas.

"Who sent you?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Jiang Wenjie? Damn!!!"

Liu Ying, who heard the sound, found something wrong. When he saw the middle-aged man who looked like Jiang Feng, flashing out, he was so surprised that Dai Mu screamed, letting the stings on his teeth fall to the ground.

Jiang Wenjie was stunned and speechless. What does it mean?

Tiezi followed the general commander Nanzheng to fight for many years, but today he was forced into a desperate situation. After Liu Ying appeared, he had been trying to find a phone call. However, the murderous aura emitted from the other party made Tiezi, who claimed to be tenacious, grit his teeth. However, as soon as this sentence came out, the pressure suddenly relaxed. Tiezi was overjoyed and shot decisively, and stomped his feet to remind Ma Zhihuai, who was hiding under the bed, to take action!

"Pa,pa,pa,pa,uh~" The wind and sand flew up, and the dark shadows in the room flashed like ghosts. When everything became quiet, Jiang Wenjie was dizzy and saw the young man in the security uniform change his position. Tiezi knelt in place, covering his throat with his hands, and blood shot out from his fingers unstoppable.

Under the bed, the pony who was watching himself grow up was struggling to reach out with one hand to climb out of the bed. The pony who was kicked out of the military skull from his face and inserted it into his throat in the end failed to climb out of the bed and fell to his post with his eyes open.

"Dong", the sound of Tiezi falling to the ground woke Jiang Wenjie up. He watched the gurgling blood flow released from the blood notch of the military skull, and the blood from Tiezi's throat merged left and right to his feet like a fountain. Commander Jiang, who had been fighting for half a lifetime, retreated in panic, shouting hoarsely, "Ah~ Ah~" in his throat, losing all his calmness and demeanor.

Liu Ying waved her left hand lightly, and "Night" passed by a faint light and took back the crossbow. Jiang Wenjie and Jiang Feng were different. They moved their whole body with one move. The commander guarding the southern district was assassinated? This had no impact on the domestic situation and border strategy. Maybe millions of soldiers would die in chaos. Liu Ying, who was still a patriotic soldier, could not be so accused of revenge.

But, it is rare to have an opportunity. Thinking about how it is today, by chance, tearing open the security loopholes and facing the "general"? That seems like a fantasy. Not only did the other party not expect this opportunity, but he also did not expect it.

After hesitating for a moment, he heard two loud "bang~bang~" sounds and screams from outside. The window glass on the left suddenly exploded. It seemed that the trap he placed outdoors had exploded.

Squatting over and avoiding the splashing glass residue, raised his head and was about to move, but suddenly his eyes contracted and jumped to the right quickly. The wall suddenly broke through a big hole with a shrill alarm sound. As the bricks and stones splashed, a blue and black mechanical arm broke through the wall and entered the diaphragm between the two.

The terrifying mecha coldly contempts the killer like a bug through the hole. The extremely shocking metal body is full of endless power and coldness. The stars in the night sky shine on the nanomaterials on the surface of the mecha, reflecting a faint light, and coated with a layer of dazzling light on the fuselage.

The mecha master looked at Liu Ying indifferently in the corner of the room through the mecha, and punched her with one arm!

The military mecha, known as the first land war machine in the new era, is not comparable to the simple armor made by the people like the "Eight Claw Snake". The owner of the "Mist Cliff" is unknown where he was able to use a military mecha to participate in the war in less than 5 minutes. The background is indeed intriguing and the reaction is extremely fast.

The punch, wrapped in the strong wind, was like a sharp axe to cut a mountain, with thunder and thunder, and the fist was almost half the size of a willow shadow. Before the fist arrived, its momentum had already suppressed the enemy and had nowhere to escape, which really echoed the saying "The heavy sword has no edge, and the great trick is not skillful."

Liu Ying was not interested in using his "beating skills" to test the opponent's huge steel power. Although Wang Lun always deceived himself by using nonsense that he could practice martial arts without being beaten to death, and let himself get beaten, get beaten, get beaten, get beaten, get beaten, get beaten, get beaten, get beaten, get beaten, have never said that our kung fu is so powerful that we can resist mechas.

Watching the mecha's steel giant fist calmly swinged in front of him, Liu Ying's body, which had been circulating in pain, suddenly changed from gathering and dispersing, from Zhoutian to fixed-point spitting, and the "ghost step" that made many military achievements exploded!

The mecha master saw himself punching him, and his momentum was as strong as thunder. The killer on the opposite side was flattened into slag before he could react, and was smashed down to the first floor with broken bricks and broken walls. How can the flesh and blood compete with the first weapon of war in modern society?

As if he had done something trivial, the mecha master took back his mechanical arm, looked back at Jiang Wenjie, and said respectfully through the broadcasting phone: "Commander Jiang, you are frightened. The owner of the family happened to return to the villa 10 minutes ago. When he heard the alarm, he immediately sent me to guard first, and then he would come to express his apology to you. Until then, I will always protect your safety."

After all, he was a general who had experienced many battles. After being frightened, Jiang Wenjie quickly calmed down, panting and watching as he was penetrated by a punch. The dark wall was empty, and he closed his eyes and breathed the air greedily.

After a while of silence, I felt no sense of security for no reason. What flashed in front of me was all the ghosts that retreated like gods and afterimages when Tiezi and Xiaoma were killed just now. This ghost-like killer really died easily like this? The chaotic environment made me seem to have ignored something?

Hearing Adjutant Liu's urgent call, Commander Jiang opened his eyes and found that the room was surrounded by fully armed soldiers.

After calming down his emotions, nodded at Adjutant Liu, Jiang Wenjie turned his head and prepared to have a "friendly" exchange with the young mecha master standing beside him. Each mecha master is a precious talent, and they are the objects that even they need to manage and accept.

Suddenly, a shot of another younger demon slowly entering the door suddenly flashed in front of him. He suddenly understood what he had always felt he was ignoring.

"Oh no! He is here to kill Feng'er! He is going to find Feng'er!" Jiang Wenjie instantly roared at the mecha master who had just wanted to make friends with him:

"Go and protect Feng'er, go quickly. Feng'er needs something to do. I want Luo Tai to be buried with you! I want all of your Luo family to be buried with you!"

At the moment when the mecha was hit, Liu Ying moved the "Ghost Step" to slid her arms, quietly passing through the mecha armpit, avoiding the sight of the mecha master and Jiang Wenjie, avoiding the waves of soldiers rushing towards this building from all over the place, and quickly touching another building 800 meters away.

"Ghost Step" and "Beating Soul" are both two life-saving skills that Wang Lun taught him since childhood. Wang Lun once boasted that if he practiced "Beating Soul" you can be invulnerable to swords and guns, and if you are not destructive, the "Ghost Step" will not be much inferior to the momentary movement in anime games after he is successful.

I usually sneer at this, quarrel with him, mocking him for being able to withstand a bullet no matter how much he practices, but he is hard at the same time, and he is reluctant to let go of a slight slack.

It has been more than ten years, and although he has not reached the "great success" level described by Wang Lun, it does bring himself to strength, endurance, speed and nerve reflex that is different from ordinary people.

Especially in this year and a half, I danced countless times on the edge of death, and suffered serious injuries and struggled to survive. Before I knew it, both of these techniques were growing and transforming.

Nowadays, even under the protection of internal force that does not operate the "beating skills", a car with a speed of 60 kilometers per hour will not hurt itself, and the density and elasticity of the body have changed in a strange way;

"Ghost Step" has made me play countless tricks. Wang Lunyuan said that he was gifted in this unique skill and was very optimistic that he could practice to the legendary realm of success. Now it seems that it is not far away from that day.

When Liu Ying stepped on a night before dawn and easily touched the bushes downstairs of the destination, it was extremely quiet, with no moon or stars but brightly lit. Under the lights of the courtyard corridor, several guards with live ammunition were on guard downstairs, looking in the direction of gunfights from time to time.

The sight moved upwards, and the exterior walls of the French villa were covered with stone as smooth as a mirror. A very romantic terrace cantilevered out on the third floor, with a man drinking beer standing on it.

The man is about 20 years old and is wearing only a pair of pajama pants. His shirtless upper body is not strong, but his muscles are white and clear. His face looks extremely feminine and handsome in the interweaving of light and darkness. His thin lips are tightly pursed, showing pale and pathological signs.

Liu Ying stared at the face that appeared countless times in the nightmare, and a burst of passionate blood rushed over her head in an instant:

Pushing away the bodyguard and rushing into the thatched hut, Kamei's young body was covered with knife edges, blood was dry and pale, and she curled up in a ball of death;

I was in the middle of the crotch by a flying knife, howling while crawling and begging for mercy, crying that my father was the commander and that Liu Kaiming would have to be buried with me if I died;

In the confusion, Wang Lun suddenly bumped away, watching the sniper bullet exploded into Wang Lun's chest with blood splashing everywhere;

He hugged Wang Lun in vain and covered his wound, but Wang Lun smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine, run away quickly."

Jiang Feng crawled and shouted, "Scrape him! Scrape him for me!" The sharp voice became more and more distant in his mind, slower and slower, and the heart-wrenching pain wrapped around the collapsed consciousness suddenly burst out;

The consciousness recovered and only saw himself standing at the sniper's corpse by the jungle holding the "night color". The bodyguards everywhere were in different shapes and fragmented. Jiang Feng cried and ran to the distance. He held the knife and wanted to chase him, but fell into the sudden and dramatic pain, holding his head and falling down.
Chapter completed!