On both sides of the street are towering high-rise buildings. Just after the driver was shot dead by a sniper, in an inconspicuous corner of a deserted room on the tenth floor, a man was leaning in front of a sniper rifle.
This man is a sniper master specially invited by the Qingzhu Gang to help out. His name is Jin Hong, and he is a gold medal killer in a killer organization.
Jin Hong, who had not killed anyone for several days, killed someone again. He was very excited, just like some bloodthirsty sword suddenly sucked blood. Of course, just one was obviously not enough, and his second target was another soldier.
"Tsk, tsk, how dare you show off such a bad marksmanship?"
An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded behind Jin Hong, with a hint of amusement and disdain.
He was startled and immediately turned around, only to see a figure at the door flashing close to his body.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Jin Hong, who was good at sniping, was also good at close combat. According to the direction of the opponent, he had already found the direction to avoid. Although the opponent was extremely fast, the flow of air still reminded him very well.
Looking at Jin Hong's quick dodging movements, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man with a decadent face, but it was only for a moment. Then he smiled "haha", as if he had known that he would hide in this direction, his slightly thin body
With a sharp movement, it came straight this way.
When Jin Hong realized what he was doing, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat because a sharp dagger was pressed against his neck. He suddenly regretted accepting the five hundred thousand to help the Qingzhu Gang.
"Who are you?" Jin Hong's voice was trembling.
"Go to the King of Hell and ask him." The man smiled cruelly, looked up with the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, and then moved forward without any hesitation with the hand holding the dagger.
After dealing with the sniper, the man slowly walked to the window.
"Although it's a bit rotten, let's just use it!" The man frowned in disappointment, took a long drag on the cigarette, stretched out his hand to take the cigarette from his mouth, and smoke rings floated out of his mouth, getting more and more...
It gets bigger and bigger, and eventually dissipates into the air.
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"Boss, something is wrong!" said the subordinate next to Xia Jian.
Xia Jian turned around after hearing this and saw countless people pouring out of the alley. But who were they if they were not princelings? The leaders were Ye Xiu and Jin Xing.
"Oh no, we've fallen into a trap." Xia Jian's expression changed as his face was hidden behind the veil.
"What should I do, boss?"
"While they haven't arrived yet, let's rescue the boss first." Xia Jian knew that at this critical moment, not a moment could be lost, so he immediately made up his mind and said.
"Yes!" These people were all loyal subordinates of the Qingzhu Gang. They immediately replied after hearing this. In one sentence, they put their lives in Xia Jian's hands.
"Princeling, you and I are irreconcilable." Xia Jian's eyes burst into red, he roared loudly, and kept charging forward.
The men around him were worried about his safety and were on both sides of him.
"Lieutenant Wu, it seems we have reinforcements." A soldier looked at the people emerging from behind and said. There was a hint of relaxation in his voice.
"What's wrong, they are princelings!" he suddenly exclaimed.
"What, you mean a princeling?" Lian Dao couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. He obviously didn't know how the prince could appear here. Thinking of this, he looked at Wu Jiancheng with a livid face. Naturally, he was the most suspicious.
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"No, I tell you, I will never collude with the princelings. Since I have promised you..." In panic, Wu Jiancheng suddenly forgot that there was a soldier by his side at this moment.
"Lieutenant Wu, you...?"
"Pa!" There was a gunshot, but it was from Wu Jiancheng's hand. The soldier in the car looked at Wu Jiancheng in disbelief and fell straight down.
Amidst the hail of gunfire and bullets, the small sound of a pistol did not attract the attention of people outside.
"Now, you should believe me, right?" Wu Jiancheng's face has turned white at this moment. He has asked others to kill people, but he has never killed anyone himself. He looked at the people he killed in front of him with eyes open.
He fell down, feeling chilled in his heart.
"Okay, if I can get out alive this time, the Qingzhu Gang will belong to you and me from now on." Lian Dao patted Wu Jiancheng on the shoulder.
"Okay, let's go down first so they can save you easily." At this point, Wu Jiancheng had no choice.
Opening the car door, Xia Jian and the others were not far away from here. Several soldiers brought by Wu Jiancheng had died heroically long ago. Looking at the bodies lying on the ground, Wu Jiancheng frowned. At any rate, he was also with them.
It's been so long, why is it like this now?
After thinking about it for a long time, Wu Jiancheng still couldn't figure out where he had made a mistake.
By the way, why haven't we seen the police or the army coming yet? Wu Jiancheng was suddenly shocked. He remembered the phone call he made to Wu Tianchu in person. He finally knew the root cause of the problem. It turned out that Wu Tianchu had discovered his
conspiracy.
Wu Jiancheng's heart suddenly felt like a cold cellar. Looking at Xia Jian and the others when they saw Lian Dao running towards them excitedly, he suddenly felt that he was getting further and further away from them.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly there was a slight sound cutting through the air. It was very subtle. In the streets where gunshots were noisy, this sound was not worth mentioning at all. However, Wu Jiancheng heard this sound. It was a sound that made the hair on his body stand on end.
.
Lian Dao's "Oh!" came from beside him, and then he heard Xia Jian and the others' roars, "No!"
A stream of blood spurted out from Lian Dao's head and shot onto Wu Jiancheng's face. There was a fresh smell of blood...