In the snow, Hong Fei stared intently at Bullseye, who was still breathing.
Frank: "Another Kung Fu I've never seen before."
"I told you, I know a lot." Hong Fei said without looking back.
Master Hong's honesty made Frank feel uncomfortable for a while, and then he added, "You want to conquer him."
This is a statement, not a question.
"Yes." Hong Fei admitted simply.
If he didn't want to use Bullseye for his own purposes, he wouldn't have used strength, speed, etc. to fight against it.
It was not so much a fight as it was Hong Fei's deliberate review and consolidation of his own foundation, while also giving Bullseye some tricks.
This situation has gone on hundreds of times, and Bullseye has indeed made some progress.
However, the results were obviously disappointing.
At this time, the snow around Bullseye had been stained red with blood, and there was no movement except for the unconscious opening and closing of his lips.
Looking at this tragic scene, the flesh on Frank's face jumped three times, he shook his head and said: "Last night I really thought you would send him away."
"You don't understand, isn't it me who sends him away with my own hands now?"
Frank rolled his eyes.
If Bullseye's mental state was normal, Hong Fei might have a chance to let him go.
But facing such a disobedient, crazy, and capable killer and mercenary, Hong Fei would never let him leave alive after knowing his true identity.
Who knows if Bullseye will go to the police or the media to expose his true identity as soon as he leaves?
Today's final battle is also the last chance he gives Bullseye.
As long as Bullseye acts a little more normal and controllable, he won't kill so directly. Maybe in the future, his mental illness can be cured by magic or other means?
But the situation just now was very clear.
Hong Fei believed that he could not figure out the thoughts of a madman, and he had no way to monitor Bullseye's behavior at all times, and there was no need to torture himself for Bullseye.
The month of imprisonment and beating of Bullseye has increased his energy a lot.
But he can be sure that killing Bullseye will definitely improve his physical fitness.
Sure enough, when Bullseye took his last breath, Hong Fei felt that his physical fitness had improved slightly.
Of course, what Hong Fei was more concerned about was that a green card appeared on Bullseye's body.
He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and threw the bullseye to Frank: "Give him the entire cemetery, and it will be on my head."
Frank nodded, carrying the body to the door and handing it over to No. 1.
Hong Fei turned around and went back to his room.
[Passive skill card: Weapon proficiency] (green)
"You can skillfully use any object as a weapon."
A skill that is better than nothing and may come in handy at some point.
In one month, he defeated Bullseye a total of 210 times. On the first night, he received two white skill cards, and the third one was in front of him.
Because of this, Hong Fei became less and less interested in Bullseye, and in the second half of the month he would only visit him every few days.
So now the problem comes again.
Does killing a target definitely drop a skill card?
After thinking for a long time, Hong Fei sighed and put the card away.
There are too few samples and lack of controls to get a definite answer.
Get up and go out, take the elevator directly to the underground.
The space under the manor has been expanded to three floors, each floor is three meters high, covering an area of more than 3,000 square meters. If the construction company hadn't thought that a larger area might affect the main building, Hong Fei would have wanted to make it bigger and deeper.
Currently, only Hong Fei and Frank have access to the bottom floor.
The lights here are bright and the air circulation is smooth. A straight path leads to a hall with an area of more than 100 square meters. There is a circle of gray sofas on the white tiles, which is enough for dozens of people to sit together.
Surrounding the hall are independent rooms, most of which are currently empty except for the food warehouse and weapons warehouse.
Enter the password and enter the weapons warehouse. Rows of metal racks are neatly arranged. The racks in front are piled with a variety of thermal weapons, ranging from ammunition and daggers to clothing and artillery.
These things were all newly purchased. The previous batch of supplies were left in Sokovia. They can still be used outside in the future, so there is no need to waste energy bringing them back.
However, there are some similarities between the two batches of goods.
For example, that 120mm mortar.
Hong Fei has used this thing twice and already has some trust in it.
After all, he can't get a bigger one right now.
Hong Fei patted the barrel of the cannon and smacked his lips, his eyes obviously not very satisfied.
For the sake of justice and truth, we must pursue larger caliber and longer range.
I walked past and entered the deepest part of the warehouse. There were more than ten straight horizontal knives lying on a black shelf. There was nothing outstanding about their appearance. The handles, tangs and even the scabbards were all ordinary black. If you didn't pull them out,
, might be mistaken for a sword.
Picking up a handful, Hong Fei turned and left.
Returning to the surface, I met Frank when I went out.
"What are you doing?"
Hong Fei: "It's just right. You shoot it and I'll try to see if it's hard enough."
Frank immediately shook his head: "I'm not free."
"Don't make trouble."
After dragging the reluctant Frank all the way to an open space, Hong Fei drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cold and sharp blade clearly reflected the falling snowflakes from the sky.
Hold the knife in both hands, with the blade facing forward.
"bring it on."
Frank looked at the distance: "How about I take a few steps back?"
The two were about ten meters apart. Hong Fei shook his head: "No, how many bullets do you have?"
"17 shots."
"Finish them all."
Frank nodded and drew the pistol from his waist.
"Are you ready?"
Hong Fei nodded silently.
The muzzle of the gun was facing him, and when he saw his index finger on the trigger, Hong Fei immediately opened his eyes of death.
The cartridge case is thrown out, the warhead propels in a spiral, and the air ripples out during the squeezing, which is especially noticeable in the environment of flying snow.
The sword flashed, and the blade hit the target.
After the warhead split into two, Hong Fei looked at the blade and saw that there was no damage.
Next, bang bang bang gunshots were fired one after another, and after-images of swords dancing in front of him appeared in a string, as if they could not be penetrated by splashing water, and bullets were cut open one after another.
Between each cut, Hong Fei would take the time to glance at the blade.
On the twelfth knife, the edge broke and opened the first gap.
Hong Fei consciously controlled the point of contact between each knife and the bullet to be different. However, by the fifteenth, sixteenth and seventeenth knife, the entire knife seemed to have reached its limit, and the broken fragments became larger each time.
Seventeen times later, Hong Fei was about to stop, when another bullet burst out of Frank's pistol.
With a quick turn of his wrist, the slash turned into a straight thrust, and the sharp tip of the knife hit the bullet accurately.
Ding!
The bullet penetrated the tip of the knife, and the blade immediately buzzed and trembled.
Hong Fei's palm loosened and tightened, and his strength penetrated the blade, directly resolving the trembling of the horizontal blade.
Closing his death eyes, he immediately stared at Frank.
But he saw Frank inserting the pistol into the holster carelessly, then putting his hands on his hips and saying with an arrogant expression: "Teach you one more thing, the capacity of the magazine does not always represent the total number of enemy bullets. Remember to put it in the chamber of the gun in the future.
Take one, and the extra one may save your life."
Hong Fei didn't appreciate it.
"Is this very high-end? It's been done hundreds of times in movies. I think you're just deliberately looking for trouble."