Feren has been in the reincarnation space for many years. In the early days, he struggled to survive and had a lot of forbearance. Coupled with the long-term bloody killings, he has long formed an inherent understanding. In his eyes, there are only two kinds of people, the dead and those who are not a threat.
people.
Dead people usually evolve from enemies or threatening passers-by, as was the case with the foreign devil in front of Ferran. Since this man dared to snipe during the exchange of fire between the police and the robbers, he must not have taken the police seriously. Most likely
He would still commit crimes, and Feilun felt that if he didn't kill him today, he would bump into him in a certain case in the future.
By that time, with his colleagues by his side, it would be several times harder for Feren to capture him alive than to kill him today. Instead of going to extra trouble, it would be better to end it now, since this foreigner also killed someone anyway.
"You are a policeman!?" The foreigner was obviously a little surprised.
"Which organization are you a killer?" Feilun half-closed his eyes and asked, "Poison crow? Fierce fox? Or bald owl?"
When the foreign devil heard this, his body relaxed a little: "Haha, a little policeman has heard of the three major killer organizations?"
"That's not important. What's important is that those robbers don't seem worth your while, right?" Fei Lun said coldly, "Whose idea are you trying to get when you come to HK?"
"Since you know Fierce Fox Vulture, you don't know the rules of the killer profession, right?" The foreign devil spread his hands and said, "How can I tell you what my plans are?"
"I understand the rules, but since I can block you here..." As soon as he finished speaking, Feilun's mind moved slightly, and the unused Glock 18 that had been kept in the hidden ring suddenly appeared in his hand, "
Pah, pah, pah, pah..." The barrage, with a rate of fire of up to 1,300 rounds per minute, shattered the place where the foreign devils were standing.
The foreign devil seemed to have expected that Feren would attack suddenly, but unfortunately he did not expect it to be in such a strange way. Therefore, when he used a special violin case to block the gun and crashed into the low house on the side of the alley, his left hand and shoulder were already shot.
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Unfortunately, the foreign Japanese's move to hide in the hut played into Feren's hands. He turned his hand and put away the Glock 18. When he turned his hand again, there was already a sharp dagger that looked like a snake's fangs in his palm.
With a sword in his hand, Fei Lun disappeared into the dark corner with a hideous smile, and sneaked into the low house silently.
Making twists and turns in the dim light, walking lightly and swiftly all the way, Faerun soon became adorned with the tail of the foreign devil.
At this time, the foreign devil had lost a lot of blood and his physical strength was exhausted very quickly. Feilun stepped forward and got close behind him. The fang dagger in his right hand formed a tiny and sinister arc and plunged into the foreign devil's right hand.
The liver area under the ribs was twisted twice without missing a chance.
The foreign devil almost fainted from the pain. Fortunately, he was also trained in life and death. He gritted his teeth to regain his strength, clamped the dagger with his ribs, and at the same time, he forced his injured left hand to pick up the violin case and turned half around to sweep it towards Feilun's face!
Fearon had seen with his own eyes that this violin case could block bullets, and knew that it should not be underestimated. Although his head, face, and body were several times stronger than ordinary people, if he was hit hard by such a hard guy who could block bullets, he would definitely see stars in his eyes.
, so he had to avoid the blow by tilting his head backwards and rotating clockwise.
Thinking that they had succeeded, the foreign devil was about to slap away the hand holding the dagger and flee again. Unexpectedly, with a slight movement of Ferun's mind, the poisonous fang dagger suddenly disappeared from between the foreign devil's ribs.
Without the blockage of the Poison Fang Dagger, Faerun could even feel the blood gushing from the foreign devil's liver area.
The foreign devil also knew that something was wrong. He covered the place where Ferran stabbed him with both hands and staggered back two or three steps. His face was so distorted that he no longer looked human. His expression was painful and ferocious, and his eyes were filled with tears that were no longer blocked by sunglasses.
Showing great shock, he smiled miserably and said: "You said you are a policeman!? A policeman who is more skilled with daggers than guns? I finally understand why you want to kill me. We are colleagues who are enemies. It seems that this is absolutely true!"
He said so many words in a tone that made him breathe heavily, and a look of despair flashed in his eyes.
Feilun shook his finger and said: "You are just a third-rate killer. You and I are not in the same league." After a pause, he added: "I will give you a chance at the end. What are you doing in HK..." At this point, he
Repeating the same trick again, he suddenly slid in front of the foreign Japanese and hit the opponent's calf with a kick.
"Ouch——"
The foreign devil whimpered and slid sideways to the ground. Fearon showed no mercy and followed up with a kick, blowing his head off.
Looking at the red and white things on the ground, Feilun didn't feel any discomfort. Taking advantage of the fact that no one came to this low house that was about to be demolished, he flipped his hand and took out the suddenly disappeared fang dagger from the hidden ring.
, wiped the blood stains on the headless foreign devil's body, and then took it back again.
Ferran also carefully searched every corner of the foreign devil's body, including within a ten-meter radius. After confirming that nothing was missing, he pulled out a plastic bag from the hidden ring and put everything he found in it, planning to go back and study it slowly.
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As for the body of the foreign devil, Feilun used a butcher knife in the Hidden Ring to cut it into eight pieces, found a few woven bags, packed it, and temporarily threw it into the Hidden Ring (①), planning to dispose of it later.
At this time, the sound of police sirens could be heard faintly outside the low house. Although there was no blood on it, Ferran still calmly broke several wooden walls nearby, changed his clothes inside and outside, and then walked along calmly.
He returned the same way and took the initiative to meet his colleagues who had already arrived at the alley.
Regarding routine inquiries, Phelan explained that he was looking for a suspect nearby and rushed over when he heard the sound of gunshots. After checking, he only found bullet holes and blood stains, but no suspicious person.
The conclusion of the on-site search was similar to what Phelan said, so he was quickly allowed to leave. By the time he returned to the bank gate, the Flying Tigers had successfully rescued the hostages.
Li Feng saw Fei Lun and asked with concern: "You said you were looking for someone, did you find him?"
Feilun spread his hands nonchalantly and said, "I got there late. Someone got there first. After a fight, bullet casings and blood stains were left all over the floor, but no corpses or suspicious characters were found!"
"Ah?" Li Feng was slightly surprised.
"My colleagues in military uniforms are currently on site for maintenance. I came back when I saw nothing happened." Feilun made a regretful expression, "By the way, is your operation going well?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense!" Li Feng said with a smile, "Feihu takes action..."
"One is worth two!" Feren continued.
Jingcheng International Hotel, in the superior suite.
Six or seven people were lying, standing, or sitting scattered in various corners of the room, which looked quite strange. Among these people were Asians, blacks, and blond and blue-eyed Europeans and Americans. Although they stayed in the same room, they communicated with each other.
But almost not. However, this strange combination still has something in common, that is, everyone, regardless of gender, is very strong, whether it is body or eyes, so they will wear sunglasses to hide it when going out.
The leader was a white man. His eyes were different from others. He didn't look strong, but showed vicissitudes of life. However, the people scattered in every corner seemed to be afraid of him and never dared to make eye contact with him.
If Feren saw these people, he would definitely sneer at them. Just by looking at the other people's eyes, one could tell that they were inferior characters. Who would have "I am vicious and I am strong" engraved on their faces? As for the white man who leads him, he has no
The eyes that always reveal his own experience will only make the real masters be on guard in advance, so his strength is not much higher. At most, he is between third-rate and second-rate, no better than the foreign sniper that Feren just killed.
How much stronger.
To be honest, the eyes of the assassin "Faerun" used to be sharp from time to time. Fortunately, after Faerun took over his body, after several years of fusion, his eyes have completely returned to their original state. Unless he wants to, he will not reveal a trace of murderous intent or the bottom of his heart.
's secret.
Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and the leading white man finally broke the silence: "We can't wait any longer for Wink. Let's study the action plan first."
An Asian who looked like a Cebu monkey immediately echoed: "Boss Seson, this is right. Anyway, that old boy Wink is responsible for the high points. When the time comes, you can arrange it alone, which will also increase the confidentiality of the operation."
Woolen cloth!"
"Whoosh——"
The Cebu monkey heard the sound and flashed, and a bright dark red dagger grazed the tip of his nose, frightening him into a cold sweat: "Monica, why are you crazy?"
The Caucasian woman with blond hair, a hot figure, but no soft facial lines looked at Cebu Monkey with disdain, and sneered: "If the operation is not kept secret, you must have leaked it."
The Cebu monkey was stunned and then said angrily: "What the hell are you talking about!"
"That's enough, shut up!" the white man Cesson suddenly shouted.
The white woman Monica and the Cebu monkey fell silent for an instant.
"Okay, let's study the plan!" Cesson greeted again.
Everyone sat around the coffee table, and one of them, a black man who looked stronger than Schwarzenegger, asked: "Boss, has Wink got the time to rush to the rescue?"
Cesson took out his cell phone, pulled out the text message and showed it in front of everyone, saying: "He sent a text message, saying b.d.g.m!"
"Doesn't that mean the nearest police officer can arrive in two minutes? Isn't this time too short?" The Cebu monkey barked again.
"Shut up!" The others, including Cesson, shouted in unison.
After returning to Fanling with the group, it wasn't long before get off work time. Phelan declined to follow the crowd and went to Happy Hour, and drove the Bentley towards Yuen Long.
While driving, Fearon took out the foreign sniper's belongings and looked through them. He quickly found the other party's mobile phone and tried to turn it on. It started up instantly.
However, there was a password set on the phone, but this was not a problem for Ferran. He parked the car on the side of the road, took out the decoder from the hidden ring, and quickly cracked the password and entered the phone system.
After checking the call records, Ferron found that the last call made by the foreign sniper was three days ago, so he only kept the number in his mind, but did not dial it immediately. Looking at the text message again, the most recent one
It was sent three hours ago. Counting the time, it was almost the time when the Flying Tigers arrived at the scene of the bank robbery.
"B.D.G.M, a seemingly meaningless string of letters." Ferran pinched his chin and sneered, "Hmph, that's interesting!"
(①: The space of the hidden ring is one cubic meter, which means it can hold one ton of water. The density of a person is similar to that of water, so the volume occupied by a person weighing 90 kilograms is less than 0.1 cubic meter)
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