Volume 6 [The tiger is also strong when it goes to sea] NO.147 Off the knife and drink blood
That night, Zhang Bi and Xia Zhenzhen lay down on the bed early, and talked for a while about Guan Shan and Qin Siyue, which made Xia Zhenzhen feel more and more envious and emotional. Zhang Bi didn't say anything more, and comforted her thoughtfully.
After a few words, Xia Zhenzhen fell asleep peacefully.
At the hospital, Shang Hexin hasn't left yet. The black Mercedes-Benz SUV is standing there downstairs. Boss Shang has changed the car. There are eight Audi A6s outside with weird license plates. The passing police car just glanced at it.
He just ran away without any intention of staying.
"Boss Shang, aren't you leaving yet?"
Shang Hexin turned his head slightly and looked at Guan Shan who was asking the question.
He looked like he was hesitating to speak, but Guan Shan frowned in his heart: Although Monk Shang Xin treats me well, it's a pity that he only wants to use me as a pawn, just like others. Alas, everyone is his master.
They all have their own names.
Although he was disappointed, he was always straightforward with others, so asking questions like this seemed just and awe-inspiring, giving people a natural sense of trust.
"Guan Shan, do you want to repay your kindness?"
Monk Shang hit the mark, Guan Shan turned his head slightly, squinted at the dark night sky outside the window, and said calmly: "Although Guan is just a rough man, he can still write the four words "Zhi En Tu Repay". Speaking of which,
Ashamed, a good man is also a son and a daughter, making Mr. Shang laugh."
When he spoke, although his words were polite, his expression was filled with joy. Obviously, he was ecstatic that Qin Siyue could be saved. At this moment, he was just forcing himself to be calm. If Shang Hexin was not here,
, maybe he would have to rush to the top of the building and roar three times before he could feel relieved.
"Hey! As the saying goes, it's not uncommon for children to be in love but for heroes to be short of breath."
Shang Hexin looked at Guan Shan and sighed in his heart: Zhang Bi is so lucky. He is just Pojun Mark of the Sanxuantang Black Flag Army. He didn't expect that the successor of Da Guandao would value him so much. It was fate.
The secret must not be revealed.
He had a feeling that Zhang Ben was very lucky. If he thought about it carefully, if he were an ordinary person, wouldn't he be extremely happy to know that he was valued by Boss Shang, the head of the Secret Service Department?
That's all, Na Shi Guangren...
The taste is a mixture of five flavors.
"If you want to repay your kindness, you have a chance at this moment."
Shang Hexin said calmly.
He waved his hand, and No. 2 handed over a piece of information. Shang Hexin patted the information with his palm and said: "This is the person who will be detrimental to Zhang Ben in the past few days. Are you interested in joining us?"
action?"
It's not that Monk Shang is unwilling to let his troops move, it's just...most of these people move at night, and it's very difficult to execute them.
Several of the generals in Shang Hexin's hands are not around. If someone really kills one or two people around Zhang Bi, I am afraid that this humanoid tyrannosaurus might go berserk as a result.
What's more, Shang Hexin is also trying to kill two birds with one stone.
The first is to give Guan Shan a way to repay his kindness, making Guan Shan grateful to him. The second is to let Zhang Bi owe him a favor, and Guan Shan only takes part of this favor.
The most important thing is that Guan Shan is the master of cold weapons. Night fighting is most beneficial to the master of cold weapons.
The reason why I say this is because traditional masters have special training for night blindness, and the sword can be struck out the same as it is during the day. This is what Shang Hexin really values.
Among his men, except for the four Swordsman Feitian, who are famous and still active in the world, the rest are all addicted to the habit of using hot weapons. If they were to fight hand-to-hand, they might shoot out a bunch of bullets and not get anything.
In the dark night, traditional thermal weapons experts are as fair as civilians.
Because bullets don't have eyes.
But if one of them is a traditional cold weapon master, then his combat effectiveness will be more than ten times higher than the other person.
Distinguishing position by listening to the wind and identifying position by listening to the sound is definitely not something that modern hot weapon warriors can easily master.
"Guan is a disciple of Longhushan Guandao Bafa Sect, so he is very suitable for such a night battle."
Guan Shan looked at Shang Hexin and said seriously: "In this case, Guan is willing to do his best."
When he spoke, his eyes were firm and confident.
Shang Hexin took a deep breath: "Okay!"
This was what he wanted, so he pointed at the first head. This was a black African, nicknamed "Ghana Buffalo", his real name was Drexler, and he belonged to the elite of the African mercenary team known as "Trigger".
Belongs to bayonetman plus machine gunner.
Nowadays, he is a relatively famous figure in North Africa with a reward of 6,000 US dollars.
"This kind of small role can be solved in one breath."
Once Guan Shan decided to take action, an expression would appear on his face as if he was treating the other party as if he were trying to sell Seoul. He was even more conceited than Zhang Bi.
"Then it's up to you. This man is very alert at night, and he has six accomplices. If someone conducts a surprise attack, there will probably be casualties."
Monk Shang made it clear that he did not want to kill anyone. Now his position as Director of the Secret Service is being watched by countless people. He is not a pedantic person. It does not hurt to be able to protect himself at non-critical moments.
Guan Shan was not dissatisfied and said: "It's easy to say, seven people only have a few breaths of time, leave it to me."
"What weapons do you carry?"
Shang Hexin asked.
Guan Shan thought for a while and said: "A three-foot small Guan Dao and a 92 pistol magazine filled with bullets are enough."
In fact, there is no such thing as a three-foot small Guan Dao. This is a euphemism of Guan Shan. It is actually a short-handled broadsword. It is somewhat different from a Chinese machete. In terms of the power to break armor and bones, it should be the best among all knives.
The best. It can even be said to be an extended version of the Tomahawk.
Monk Shang was slightly startled.
Guan Shan laughed and said: "Isn't it weird for Guan to have a weapon? A gun is always much stronger than a knife in most situations."
Shang Hexin felt embarrassed, someone had seen through his mind.
But he said sternly: "Be careful in everything."
Two hours later, they appeared in the Beicheng District of Suzhou City. It was already late at night. Outside a bus hotel, two ordinary vans were parked. The people in the cars were all wearing work clothes. At first glance, they looked like...
They are generally workers who repair some kind of machine.
It's just that these people are quick to act, strict and organized.
After a while, a giant man with an iron tower appeared on the site, and then he climbed to the top along the peripheral ropeway of the bus hotel. After a few breaths, he climbed to the top.
Go down slowly along the stairs at the top.
In the second room around the corner is "Ghana Buffalo" Drexler and his players.
The members of this African mercenary team are obviously here to kill the heads of Chinese tigers.
"Boss, we're going to make a fortune, right?"
Several black uncles asked the serious-looking "Ghana Buffalo" Drexler, but the black man who sat motionless on the sofa with a pistol in his right hand did not speak.
After a long time, he said: "It's not that I will, but I will!"
He added in an accentuated tone: "We have no choice!"
This sentence explains many problems.
After a while, the people in the room seemed a little worried again: "Boss, but I heard that the Chinese tiger is very powerful... There are so many people over there in Thailand... There are only seven of us... Boss! Boss!
!I was wrong!"
A black muzzle was pointed at him. Drexler tilted his head and said, "Shut your mouth, okay?"
"Yes! Yes..."
Several people were silent and silent, and the atmosphere in the room was very strange.
Guan Shan walked to the door and knocked on the door.
Drexler asked, "Who is it?"
Guan Shan did not speak, but picked up the machete, raised it slowly, and looked at the door expressionlessly.
Drexler opened the safety, loaded the bullet, and was ready to fire.
There were two other people standing next to him, also holding pistols.
This level of alertness is pretty good.
In the distance, an agent in a suit in the corridor pretended to be on the phone, but instead he entered the power distribution room, and there was another person standing at the door.
Almost as soon as the person in the room opened the door suddenly, there was a bang and the power was cut off.
Except for the emergency lights that were still on in the entire corridor, nothing could be seen.
"Ghana Buffalo" Drexler opened the door to the toilet next to him almost at the same time. Because of the light, neither of them had time to react.
All I saw was that the light seemed to flash quickly, and then I heard a crisp popping sound, and then the sound of sharp metal objects scratching. The whole scene instantly turned into a devastating scene.
Two populations.
Pfft...rolling gurglingly.
At this time, the door suddenly slammed shut, and there was no light in the whole room. The lights were dim and it was pitch black.
"what happened?"
someone asked.
Although Drexler thought something bad had happened, he did not hear the gunshot because the incident was so sudden.
In other words, he didn't know what really happened.
"Naru?"
He asked quietly.
But then there were three muffled sounds...
Muffler.
Through the toilet door, Guan Shan fired bullets and easily killed Drexler. His voice still didn't let anyone in the room notice anything. He was just complaining about the sudden power outage in this damn shabby hotel.
But soon, they felt that things seemed to be serious.
But it was too late.
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!
The sound of the blade cutting through the muscles quickly and powerfully is as exciting as a razor commercial.
This sound is so impactful.
Outside, No. 2 next to Shang Hexin asked: "Mr. Shang, there is something I don't understand."
"What about letting Guan Shan participate in the operation?"
No. 2 remained silent, obviously acquiescing.
Monk Shang thought to himself: "How can a good sword be considered a good sword if there is no blood?"