"It's now four past nine. We've been waiting here for forty-three minutes."
Shang Lige, who was standing behind the car, took out his mobile phone and checked the time, and said to Chu Yang: "Look at that boss, he has no intention of taking a rest."
"Don't wait for him." After Chu Yang finished speaking, he flicked the cigarette butt aside and looked around at the empty road: "You go to the back, I'll go in from the front."
Shang Lige nodded, ran around the car and quickly ran into the fields, his figure erratic, like a paper man being blown by the wind.
"Oh, I'm becoming more and more shameless when talking to girls now. I'm such a degenerate person." Chu Yang waited for Shang Lige to circle around and hide behind the Desert Willow Hotel, and then he straightened his clothes.
He bent down and pulled out the dark military thorn.
Military thorns, dark military thorns, dim and dull under the starlight, but extremely heavy.
On the handle of the military thorn, there are two seal characters engraved on it: Can Po.
Chu Yang didn't know whether these two characters were Jun Ci's name, or whether the two characters "Can Po" were the man's name.
This military spur and the "Encyclopedia of Killing" he had hidden somewhere were given to him by a man he met on the train when he returned home to visit relatives in his first year as a soldier seven years ago.
Chu Yang still doesn't understand why the man who is more beautiful than most women gave him these two things.
He only remembered that when the man gave him these two things, he once said to him: I have been observing you for a long time, and I think you should be worthy of this military thorn. Use it well. No matter when or what you do, don’t do it.
Forget, you are a descendant of the Yellow Emperor!
At that time, the man only said that Chu Yang should be worthy of this dark military thorn, but did not mention the "Encyclopedia of Killing".
But later Chu Yang verified that it was what he learned from that book that allowed him to completely unleash his innate explosive power.
During the years when he was living in a foreign country, Chu Yang also relied on the killing skills in that book, combined with his own conditions, to achieve his 'reputation' as the king of killers!
Chu Yang still doesn't know why the man gave him this military thorn, let alone who the man who is more beautiful than most women is, but he has firmly remembered his words: no matter what time
Forget, you are a descendant of the Yellow Emperor!
Over the years, Chu Yang has always remembered that man's words. He had never killed an innocent Chinese person.
He still clearly remembered that when the man mentioned the words "descendants of Yan and Huang", his eyes not only showed deep love, but also flashed with fanatical admiration.
A person who worships the "descendants of Yan and Huang" is worthy of Chu Yang's respect.
No matter who that person is or what they have done.
Chu Yang held the dark military thorn in his hand and hid the thorn in his sleeve.
The military thorns stick to the skin of the arm, it is cold, but it makes every nerve in Chu Yang start to burn!!
The distance from Hongqi Car to Desert Willow Hotel is about five hundred meters.
It took Chu Yang nine minutes and twenty-three seconds to walk slowly over. Now, he could clearly see the man under the grape trellis.
Shang Lige was right. Although this man was in his thirties, his appearance could indeed be called 'handsome'.
After Chu Yang glanced at the man for the first time, his eyes fell on the man's hand holding the wine bottle.
The man's left hand holding the wine bottle was slender, clean and strong.
If you use this hand to undress a woman, I believe the speed will not be jerky at all. If you use this hand to hold a knife, then it can chop eleven times in a second without cramping... But now, this hand
The hand that was considered a priceless treasure in the eyes of the killer was holding a wine bottle. This made Chu Yang secretly sigh what a waste of natural resources it was, just like he was skinning the Korean with his own hands.
"Do you want to stay at the hotel?" The man glanced at Chu Yang and showed a pair of neat white teeth, which looked a bit white under the dim light. But his smile was very beautiful, just like the spring breeze passing through Yumen Pass.
Chu Yang stopped and shook his head: "I don't stay in a hotel, I'm looking for someone."
"There are six tourists from South Korea staying in my store, four big truck drivers from Xishan Province, and a young couple on their honeymoon on bicycles. There are a total of twelve people staying in my store." The man took another sip of wine.
, put the wine bottle on the ground, stared at the TV series and asked: "I don't know who you are looking for?"
"It should be seven Koreans." When he was torturing No. 11, Chu Yang knew that he had seven companions who came to China together.
The man replied calmly: "There are six now. One of them left with a beautiful woman at 5:20, so there are still six left."
"Then these are the six people I'm looking for."
"You want to kill them?" The man still didn't even look at Chu Yang, but he revealed Chu Yang's origin in one sentence.
Chu Yang's pupils suddenly shrank, his hand holding the military thorn tightened, his right knee slightly bent, his heel lifted slightly, and he answered without any fluctuation in his tone: "Yes, I want to kill them."
"They are all my customers, my food and clothing parents." The man stood up and looked up at a leaf under the grape trellis: "I have an obligation to protect their personal safety. As a qualified Chinese citizen, I also have to stop you.
The right to commit crimes. So, you and your companion hiding behind the hotel should leave quickly, so as not to alarm my wife. Haha, she rarely comes to my place. I don't want her to see the bloody killings.
"
Chu Yang didn't expect that at such a long distance and at such a fast speed, Shang Lige would be noticed by this man. Moreover, he could see the purpose of Chu Yang's coming.
If Chu Yang wanted to let go of the murderer who came all the way to assassinate him and Zhou Shuhan, the United States would have to become a vassal state of the People's Republic of China.
However, according to the domineering character of the old Americans, I am afraid that the Americans will die, and they will not admit that they are Chinese citizens.
Since Americans are so stubborn, Chu Yang will never let go of those Korean devils just because of a few words from this 'mysterious' man. Even if this man is his own father, he will not let go.
Therefore, Chu Yang shook his head as soon as the man finished speaking: "I won't give up. Those six Koreans must die."
"I said, they are my food, clothing, and parents. Even if they die, they can't die in my hotel." The man didn't even look at Chu Yang: "Through the preparation you made at this time to kill with one strike,
Judging from his actions, he should be a master among the younger generation. If you have this ability, you should serve the motherland instead of being a killer full of hostility."
surprise!
Chu Yang is absolutely surprised now!
This man not only saw through his intention of coming here, not only saw his subconscious preparations, but he also concluded that he was a killer from the violent aura emanating from him!
who is he!?
No matter who he is, those six Koreans must die tonight!
After taking a deep breath, Chu Yang said word by word: "I'm sorry, I can't give up. Those six Koreans must die, because they are the magic hands of South Korea!"
"Korean magic hand?" The man frowned and turned away: "Why haven't I heard that there is such a thing in Korea..."
As soon as the man said this, he heard sharp shouting coming from the yard behind the hotel, mixed with the sound of the clash of weapons!
Shang Lige takes action!
Chu Yang no longer had time to do anything with the man. He put his right foot on the tip of his toes, jumped up like an arrow, pushed his left hand towards his shoulder, and shouted: "Get out of the way!"
Chu Yang's explosive power was not unpleasant. Even the man admired it in his heart. This was something he had always been proud of.
But Chu Yang didn't expect that when he shot up like an arrow and reached out to push the man, the man half-turned like a wind chime, raised his hand to take his hand away, and turned towards him with his right foot.
Kick in the ribs!
quick!
Chu Yang's movements were very fast, but the man was no weaker than him. When he kicked out, Chu Yang, who had already dodged his kick by Li Xian's arrow, rushed side by side towards the door of the hotel!
In fact, after this man heard the noise from behind, he had no intention of doing anything with Chu Yang because he was thinking about his wife. He also wanted to rush to the courtyard behind to protect his wife as soon as possible.
However, Chu Yang didn't think so. He thought this man was haunting him like a ghost to prevent him from killing those Koreans.
So, when the man rushed toward the door with him, Chu Yang suddenly took action with the broken soul in his right hand, stabbing the man's shoulder with a cold black light!
Ding!
There was a muffled sound, and Chu Yang felt his stabbed right hand numb. He looked sideways in his busy schedule and saw that the man actually had such a black military thorn in his hand.
Who is he? How could there be such a military assassin?
This thought flashed in Chu Yang's mind, and he put it down. With the force of the collision of weapons, his forward speed suddenly accelerated!
Now, what Chu Yang wants to do most is to rush to the courtyard and 'save' those six Koreans. Although Shang Lige may be able to kill those Koreans by himself,
But Chu Yang didn't want to use Shang Lige's hands to seek justice for Zhou Shuhan. If not for anything else, just because now he knew that he loved Zhou Shuhan and Zhou Shuhan was his woman!
Anyone who wants to kill a kind and innocent girl like Zhou Shuhan, Chu Yang must kill him with his own hands!
When Bai Ju passed by, he pulled out his weapon and waved away Chu Yang's military stab, which was meant to intimidate but not hurt anyone. The man let out a soft sigh and then slowed down, letting Chu Yang blow in like the wind.
Inside the gate.
After Chu Yang rushed into the backyard of the hotel, through the dim lights in the courtyard, he saw at a glance five black figures fighting fiercely around a white figure.
No need to ask, the one in all white is Shang Lige, and those five people are the magic hands of Korea.
The boss clearly said there were six, but why were there only five?
With this question in his mind, Chu Yang kicked off his left foot on the wall, stretched out his arms like a goshawk, and shot towards the two Koreans with their backs to the hotel entrance with a whoosh.
Chu Yangren was in mid-air, and the military spike in his right hand had already pierced the back of one of them's neck. His left foot was swinging continuously in the air, and he stamped on the left shoulder of the other person, knocking the unprepared Korean who had someone behind him.
His feet kicked and he staggered.
The man turned around subconsciously. Shang Lige, who was gliding like a snake in the siege, saw this opportunity. His body grew taller, and he waved his left hand violently. The sharp knife flew across the sky with a dove whistle and disappeared into the mountains.
The sound of "whisper" flashed through his throat like lightning piercing the clouds. Before the blood splattered, her body leaned back. With her white hair flying, she stabbed Chu Yang's right foot through the back of the Korean's neck and wiped it.
He grabbed her towering breasts and stamped hard on the chest of a Korean who was holding a dagger and stabbing her in the back.
Before the Korean could groan, Shang Lige leaned back, with the back of his head almost touching the ground, and flicked his right hand...
A sharp flying knife appeared on the Korean's throat with a sharp roar, leaving the muffled groan he wanted to make in his stomach forever.