Chapter 7 Water and Heaven One Color (Three)

When he spoke, the American carried a machete and pointed it at Yuan Tianzhong's weakness and stabbed it viciously. Yuan Tianzhong did not take his speed seriously. Although he took the last move, the latter's foot kicked the American's lower abdomen first.

Give it! The American was like a kite with a broken string. With a muffled groan, he flew backwards, and then knocked several killers before falling to the ground. He vomited two mouthfuls of blood, his head tilted and disappeared, and he fainted.

Seeing that Xiong Zhangqing and Yuan Tianzhong were not easy to mess with, several killers turned around and killed Xie Wendong and Zou Qiang. Xie Wendong had not learned kung fu systematically, and every move was learned from practical experience. He knew how to knock the enemy to the ground in the most direct way. He was extremely ruthless, and often with one knife, he could remove the opponent's combat power.

As the leader of the intelligence department of the Hongmen of the United States, Zou Qiang has the best skills and marksmanship. He has several characteristics of attacking, which are vicious, vicious, weird, and changeable, leaving no room for attack.

The sword techniques of the four people are different, but one thing is common, that is, they are fast, their body skills are fast, and they can take action faster. When they see the time, they will use a knife and hit it with one blow. Regardless of whether they hit it or not, they will definitely escape and find the next target. The three of them seemed to have a whirlwind hanged beside Xie Wendong. Wherever they go, screams and scoldings came one after another.

Seeing a person facing his back, Zou Qiang was delighted. He stepped a few times to the back of the man without warning, without any sound, calm and slashed a "gentle". The speed was not fast, and even the cold-shining mountain-cutting sword became softer. The man was besieging Xie Wendong with all his might. He never dreamed that someone would be behind him. He was striking his teeth and gritting his teeth in a muffled voice. When he kept waving the knife to greet Xie Wendong, he suddenly felt a blood-red foreign object on his chest protruding out. At the beginning, he had not seen it clearly, and when he lowered his head and looked carefully, he realized that it was the tip of the knife, the bloody tip of the knife.

Ah, after seeing the thing clearly, a huge pain came. He howled weakly, and the strength of his body instinctively cut a knife with his backhand. But when his arm was just raised, the tip of the knife in front of his chest had disappeared. When his knife was swung behind him, there was no one there. He felt that he was very wronged and unwilling to accept it, but his broken heart no longer allowed him to think about this anymore, so he could only open his eyes and fall down heavily.

"Murder for life." A young killer rushed forward with a dagger and slashed around in front of Zou Qiang.

Zou Qiang was dizzy by him and punched him coldly, hitting the young man in the nose. The latter screamed strangely, threw away the dagger, covered his face with both hands, and retreated repeatedly, and blood flowed out of the gap between his fingers.

"I'm not killing people, just a group of pigs."

The remaining killers were completely stunned. Who were around Xie Wendong? How could each be more powerful? After being shocked, they still reacted and shouted to avenge their dead brothers. Xie Wendong popped out the golden knife on his left wrist, shook it hard, and pulled it again.

The killers only felt a flash of light in front of them, and then they made two "puff" sounds, and their heads flew for half a day, and made an arc-shaped circle and fell to the ground. The blood spread out like a flash of cereals and scattered down like fireworks.

Xie Wendong took back the golden knife, wiped the blood from the silver thread, and grinned and said, "Living, it's enough to leave one."

"Wow--There is a ghost" Seeing Xie Wendong killing like a magic trick, several people were so scared that their faces were bloodless, their legs were weak, their palms shook, and the guy in their hands almost fell. One of them simply knelt on the ground, shook his head repeatedly, and shouted: "I'll stop doing it, I'll stop doing it, I'm going home..."

Xie Wendong: "There are enough idiots in this world, why do you have to waste more food?"

Xiong Zhangqing, Zou Qiang laughed, this is simple.

Biden helped several killers siege Xie Wendong, not only did not hurt him at all, but he died or injured a lot.

The two short and strong men in the killer looked at each other and retreated to the wall at the same time. One of the round-faced men gestured to their companions, reached out to pull out their guns, slowly condensed their energy, and focused on Xie Wendong who was fighting left and right in the field.

He was very confident in his marksmanship. Although the light in the corridor was dim and the figures were shaking back and forth in front of him like a lantern, he was still sure that a shot would make Xie Wendong's head bloom. But he needed a gap, a gap that would only be exposed to any vital point on Xie Wendong's body. He was waiting, but someone didn't let him wait.

Just as the eyes of the round-faced man were connected with the gun barrel and Xie Wendong's figure in the field, a sudden burst of pain in his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but snort, and his hand was raising his snatch also moved.

"Bang bang", the bullet did not shoot at Xie Wendong's head, but instead drilled another strong man's head. A person's head was drilled, and even the god Daluo could not save him.

"Ah", the round-faced man was in pain and shock, his eyes almost fell off. This was the cold voice of Yuan Tianzhong came from behind: "Say goodbye to your friend."

"Crack, creak," the round-faced man heard the sound of the sword blade slit his throat. He suddenly felt that his strength had been drained. He could no longer hold the gun in his hand, collapsed softly, and his eyes widened and waiting for God's call. However, according to this person's nature, he should have gone to hell.

Yuan Tianzhong was extremely agile. After killing the round-faced man, he did not stop for a moment and lowered his body and rushed out to the other killer.

Five minutes later, the killers were almost wiped out, leaving only one person to survive.

"I'll ask you again, who sent you here?" Xiong Zhangqing swung his feet round at the leading American, asking murderously.

"Fuck your mother." The leading American spat out blood and said hard.

Xiong Zhangqing didn't know much about English, but he still understood the meaning of the word "***". His fists clenched loudly, and his heavy punches smashed over like raindrops. Soon, the Americans were beaten into a blood gourd, and the screams became less and less. Now he only had half his life left, and if he continued to kill, he would not even have half his life.

Xie Wendong narrowed his eyes, and two narrow rays of light shot out from his eyes: "Take him to the hospital, you can't let him die."

Xiong Zhangqing nodded, first tied his hands with a belt, blocked his mouth with a cloth, and then threw it on his back. This American was huge and threw it at least 220 kilograms on the scale. Xiong Zhangqing could easily carry such a brother, which was enough to show how strong he was.

Yuan Tianzhong held a soft sword full of blood and whispered to Xie Wendong: "Brother Dong, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time."

Xie Wendong nodded and waved to the brothers around him: "Let's go, don't walk the elevator, take the stairs."

The stairs are also fire escapes, and ordinary people don’t want to walk here, so they are relatively safe. Four and a half people opened the stairs door. Just as they were about to go downstairs, they saw a group of gunmen running up with pistols and slight rushing gunmen running up.

They saw the gunmen, and the gunmen saw them.

No, there is a killer! Xiong Zhangqing was about to remind Xie Wendong, and several gunmen pulled the safety bolt and shot Xie Wendong upstairs.

"Bang bang bang--" As he spoke, the killer rushed very fiercely, and the gunshots were almost connected without any interval. The sound insulation of this building was excellent. When a gunfight occurred on the top floor, what should the people below do?

Xie Wendong, Yuan Tianzhong and others are experienced and can tell that it is a charge initiated by the enemy without even watching it.

Xie Wendong was relaxed on the surface, but actually felt extremely nervous on the inside. There were only four of them, so how could he block such a strong attack? What's worse is that except for Zou Qiang, the others were only good at swordsmanship and not gunshots.

"Retreat, retreat to the presidential suite." Xie Wendong's mouth was rushing to the presidential suite not far away. Yuan Tianzhong looked up and frowned: "Brother Dong, no, the suite is dead."

Xie Wendong said calmly: "It's even more dangerous to stay. Let's take another bet! Call your brothers to support you, and we can delay as long as we can." He took out a silver pistol from his arms and handed it to Zou Qiang, instructing: "The bullets are limited, so save."

Zou Qiang felt aroused in his heart and nodded in emotion. Brother Dong had entrusted his and his brothers' lives to him. He carefully took the silver spear and shot the killer who had just emerged.

"Puff", the killer was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground on his back. The killers stopped and the gunshots became a little weaker.

Taking advantage of this space, Xie Wendong took the lead and entered the presidential suite two or three meters away. Yuan Tianzhong and Xiong Zhangqing followed closely, and Zou Qiang stayed to suppress the situation.

As soon as he retreated to the presidential suite, Yuan Tianzhong took out his cell phone he carried with him and sent a message to the Mihongmen to ask for help.

"Hey, I'm Yuan Tianzhong. Send someone to the top of the Shuitian Yise E Tower. We are attacked by a killer."

On the other end of the phone, the brother who answered the phone sucked it and couldn't recall it: "Yuan Tianzhong, who is Yuan Tianzhong?" Yuan Tianzhong followed Xie Wendong for many years, but there were not many people who had never heard of his name. It happened that he was not lucky and met a new brother who had just started.

Yuan Tianzhong was about to stand up his eyebrows and cursed: "You *** don't know Yuan Tianzhong, Xie Wendong, please know him. Brother Dong encountered a killer attack, so send someone to support him as soon as possible."

Even if you are ignorant, new to the beginning, and slow to react, you should have heard the name of your elder brother Xie Wendong. Sure enough, there was a pause over there, and an exclamation of sudden enlightenment came: "What, the boss of the sect was attacked? I... I'll inform the master now that he is on the top floor of the Shuitian Yise Tower E, right? Let's come here immediately."

Yuan Tianzhong rolled his eyes and pressed the phone to death.

After a while, Zou Qiang was forced into the suite by the torrential rain bullets.

"Xie Wendong is here, Xie Wendong is here." (English) The American who was still unconscious before, who was shaking his eyes and had a strange tone when he opened his eyes.

"Shut up." Xiong Zhangqing knocked the American out of his hand knife.

"Dadadada" American shouting attracted the attention of the gunmen outside. The whistling bullet gate passed through the leather layer of the sofa and then directly hit Xie Wendong's chest through the hard iron skeleton.

"Puff" The bullet passed through Xie Wendong's clothes, but it did not enter his flesh and blood. Xie Wendong's throat was sweet, and a stream of blood was about to spurt out. He took a breath and forced the blood that was about to surge: "The firepower is really strong."
Chapter completed!