At five o'clock in the morning, at the darkest time before dawn, six Teana cars quietly drove towards the gate of No. 13 of Repulse Bay.
There were five men and women in black sitting in each car, with straight bodies and cold expressions, and a fierce murderous aura.
One of the men with broken arms was looking down at the tablet on their knees.
There are photos of the villa floor plan that was sent back and the photos of Song Hongyan and her daughter.
He dispersed the information and threw the computer under the seat.
The middle-aged man looked at the villa that entered his sight, his eyes flashing:
Ye Fan, I will get back ten or a hundred times the shame you have suffered tonight.
I can't kill you, but I can kill your woman, kill you, and let you live in pain for the rest of your life.
Nursing doctor, bah, I will make you turn into a green-haired doctor tonight.
Yamamotojiro, a veteran of the Yangguo Martial Arts League, led Miyamoto Danma Shou and the others to play in Wutong Mountain.
In that decisive battle, Yamamoto Jiro originally wanted to be glorious, but the entire mission was killed by nine thousand years old or injured.
He was also deterred by the Nine Thousand Years and got out of here.
This time, Ye Fan rushed to kill Qianye Zhenxiong for thousands of miles, which made Yang Guo black and white extremely angry, far more shameful than losing the game by the Blood Medical Sect.
So in the end, suicide squad was formed to deal with Ye Fan, and he was ready to go on a thousand-mile raid to seek justice.
It’s a pity that Ye Fan’s care and strong strength have prevented Yamamotojiro from finding the gap attack.
They are not afraid of death, but they hope that death will make sense.
Therefore, he accidentally obtained the traces of Song Hongyan and her daughter, and learned that they were important to Ye Fan, so he immediately gathered the cherry blossom killer to attack.
Yamamotoro has decided to kill all the guards and ruin Song Hongyan and her daughter a hundred times, and at the same time, recording a video to stimulate Ye Fan.
They cannot retaliate openly, and can only use this method to exert their anger.
Moreover, Song Hongyan stabbed the blood doctor in Nanling, and this old account must be settled.
As for the consequences, Yamamotojiro was too lazy to think about them.
He just wants to break into the villa and capture Song Hongyan alive
laugh--
At 5:00 a.m., all the cars were parked at the door of the villa.
Although the headlights are covered with a layer of paper, reducing the long-range stimulation of the light, they can still give people a fierce murderous intent.
The car door opened, Yamamotojiro and the others all wore masks and pulled out the samurai sword from the trunk of the car.
At the same time, a Toyota opposite opened the door and a man from Yangguo ran out.
He spoke respectfully to Yamamotoro: Yamamotok!
This is the spy sent by Yamamoto to stare at Song Hongyan.
Yamamoto Lang asked coldly: What's the situation? Did Song Hongyan go out?
The spy from Yang Kingdom responded respectfully:
No, they were all the time inside. I saw with a telescope that Song Hongyan’s Ferrari was parked at the door of the main building, and the twelve bodyguards were on duty normally.
I also invaded their cameras, and it was revealed that Song Hongyan was calling at 11 o'clock last night and took her daughter to the second floor bedroom to sleep at 12 o'clock.
So I'm sure they're inside the villa.
By the way, I have done my best to monitor the door and along the way, and I have also cracked the electronic lock of the iron door.
Yamamoto can drive in at any time.
He was very confident in reporting the situation and took out a video of the hall surveillance video, which was covered with the charming and charming Song Hongyan back back.
very good!
Confirming that Song Hongyan was inside, she saw the woman's delicate body again. Yamamoto's blood rolled, and her breathing became rapid.
He was eager to rush in and start a massacre.
Yamamotojiro turned around and shouted at the thirty cherry blossom killers:
Kurosawa, you take two brothers to guard the gate, Kato, you take two brothers to guard the back gate.
Yamamoto Jiro gave instructions to the thirty killers:
And you, you, go and guard the intersections at both ends of the villa, and don’t let the patrol or security guards come.
The remaining twenty-one brothers rushed into the villa with me.
His voice was extremely low: except for Song Hongyan and her daughter, the other bodyguards and servants were killed and killed for me.
In the battle, the attack must be completed before dawn.
Thirty Sakura Killers whispered: Hi!
Take action!
Yamamotoshiro gave the order.
His big sword was already hungry.
yes!
With his instructions, the thirty cherry blossom killers immediately acted and rushed towards the villa without saying a word.
The defender of the road, the defender of the goal, and the striker of the forwards, although there are not many people, they show tacit understanding.
The seemingly disorderly progress is actually the way forward, but as they follow Yamamotojiro to lock in the main building, demonstrating their well-trainedness.
During this period, several wolf dogs appeared to yell, but were killed by Yamamoto.
It is straightforward and imposing.
Yamamotojiro and the others felt like they were in a state of no one.
They just thought about destroying Song Hongyan and her daughter, and ignored the fleeting dull movements behind them.
Whoosh!
In the shadow, the three cherry blossom killers who were guarding the intersection were about to scatter and hide under a tree when they saw a black shadow pounced out of the darkness.
Um--
The three of them instinctively looked up to warn, but they didn't have time to move. A sword tip cut through their throats.
The three cherry blossom killers wanted to yell and warn, but they couldn't make any sound because the trachea was cut.
They struggled and then slowly fell to the ground.
Soon, the six cherry blossom killers guarding the front and back doors were silently cut off their throats, and then the body was dragged away quietly.
If it weren't for the existence of a few drops of blood on the ground, I'm afraid it wouldn't be believed that many people had just died here.
Bang-
Looking at Yamamotoro and the others who were still running without any notice, Dugu Shang calmly closed the iron gate and closed the vitality of Yamamotoro and the others.
Looking up, the morning breeze is like a knife.
The enemy attacks, the enemy attacks!
When Yamamotoro and his friends approached the main building like wolves, several Song bodyguards guarding the door of the villa immediately shouted:
Someone attacked! Someone attacked!
They hid inside while shouting: Protect Mr. Song quickly, protect Mr. Song quickly.
Damn! This group of mobs reacted very quickly.
When Yamamoto saw the Song bodyguards who were evacuated in panic, he was surprised that they reacted quickly, and he also aroused a faint sarcasm.
The Song family is indeed unable to compare with their Yang Kingdom elites.
He waved his samurai sword again and roared: Come on!
More than twenty people rushed towards the main building with samurai swords.
They were quick and well-trained, and in an instant they surrounded the small building, turning the Song family's children into turtles in a jar.
There are many swords and guns.
Yamamotojiro walked into the hall with eight cherry blossom killers.
He shouted proudly at more than a dozen elite Song clans:
Let Song Hongyan get out and speak.
If I don't come out, I'll kill you all.
He is arrogant.
Before he could finish his speech, Yamamotojiro's eyes condensed into a ray of light.
He found that Song Hongyan was right in front of him. The woman was not hiding or panic, but was busy in the semi-open kitchen.
She plated it long, tied her apron, held a rolling pin, and the steamer in front of her was steaming, as if she was making breakfast.
The wind is light and the clouds are calm, and the woman doesn't care about the murderous aura in the hall at all.
She was humming a little song:
The Han soldiers have already sang to the ground, and the songs of Chu in all directions; the king is exhausted, how can I talk about my life?
Yamamotojiro, who is familiar with the culture of China, felt familiar, and his ears condensed, and then his face changed drastically: