Footsteps sounded in the stairwell, unhurriedly, unhurriedly, and a figure emerged from the corner, heading towards the second floor.
He was dressed in a decent suit, upright and rigorous, and his leather shoes were polished. If he hadn't been wearing a mask and said he was going to a meeting, some people would probably believe him.
He held the phone and his voice was calm and slightly hoarse.
"The first room on the second floor, right? Let me check first. If there are people there, of course it will be good. If not, you will have the finishing work to do."
"What? Murder? Of course not. It's just that a security guard saw me and wanted to shout out, but I patted him. After a while, I asked someone to call the emergency number. If I can get there in time, maybe I can save a life!"
"Vegetative state? That has nothing to do with me. Leaving one life behind is better than anything else!"
While talking, he had already walked up to the second floor.
Through the window of the stairwell, he compared the two sides and found that they looked similar. He decisively opened the door and walked into the corridor on the left.
When he walked to the first iron gate, he took a deep breath, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, clenched his fist with his right hand and raised it slightly.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The fists were like iron cannons, hitting the iron door one after another. It looked very relaxed, as if no force was used at all, but the 30 mm thick iron door bulged with fist marks one after another.
The lines on the front are extremely clear, and anyone with a little common sense can see them right away.
After smashing the door frame loose, he punched out again. This time, the iron door was suddenly thrown out, the door frame was torn apart, and it hit the ground in the room hard.
In the room, a big man was struggling on a steel restraint device, with an angry look on his face, obviously very dissatisfied with his current state.
However, the sedative was injected into his body, and his body was completely unable to exert any strength. The straitjacket restrained his hands and feet, and the steel frame outside made it almost impossible for him to move.
It's extremely uncomfortable.
At this moment, a murderous intention struck him, and he suddenly woke up. His body tensed instinctively, but in the next moment, all the anger and vigilance turned into surprise.
He opened his eyes suddenly and shouted: "Brother!"
The man in the suit took off his mask, showed a smile, and continued talking on the phone: "I found it, I'll leave the rest to you!"
He put down the phone and walked over slowly.
"Brother!"
"Second brother, how did it get like this?"
"It's He Ying!"
When Nie Hu, the second oldest brother, mentioned this, he became furious.
In his opinion, He Ying, a traitor, was not an exaggeration even if he was cut into pieces with a thousand cuts. Now he had thrown the fourth child into the sea, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He wished he could tear him alive.
With a smile on his face, Ren Zhihua listened to his second brother telling him a series of things that happened after waking up, as well as finding He Ying and the battle on the cross-sea bridge, while he casually broke apart the steel bars that bound the frame one by one.
Just by looking at the thickness of the steel bar, you can tell that it is strong enough to withstand hundreds of kilograms of force, but in Ren Zhihua's hands, it feels like it is made of soft clay, and he can play with it how he wants.
At this moment, a subtle sound sounded outside the corridor.
The two people who were talking instantly stopped talking and looked outside almost at the same time.
Nie Hu narrowed his eyes: "Brother, there are eight or nine of those white dogs coming, please let me go, I have to beat them to death!"
Ren Zhihua waved his hands, turned around, and faced the door.
Although the cross-sea bridge battle happened suddenly, thanks to the developed Internet and reporters who risked their lives to grab exclusive news, he didn't know it too late.
The reason why he didn't show up right away was that, having woken up more than ten years in advance, he had completely understood how the world works. He was not as ignorant as these brothers who had just woken up.
The second is the convenience of his identity. To achieve his goal, he does not need to intervene himself. He has a more secure and secretive method.
Just like after the incident was over, he was belatedly dealing with the follow-up.
With just a little guidance from him, the police naturally followed the procedures and regarded the extremely dangerous Nie Hu as a patient with mental illness and violent tendencies.
From the cells, courts and prisons where he was supposed to be, to a mental hospital.
Just like now, he just made a few phone calls and found out Nie Hu's true location, and even knew the security schedule and patrol route.
If it hadn't been for the security guard who suddenly ran out to use the toilet and accidentally caught him sneaking in.
I'm afraid no one might find out if I leave for a few hours.
But it was clear that the arrangements were well made and there was no chance of an accident happening, but something unexpected happened.
The room was quiet for a moment, and Ren Zhihua said calmly: "Friend, since you are here, there is no need to hide, right? Come out and talk about anything?"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Yuxiu walked out with his head lowered.
He was still wearing the classic attire, with two thick calloused fists and a pair of long and short feet wearing thick iron shoes, which made Ren Zhihua and Ren Zhihua slightly stunned.
"I really didn't expect it! There is such a powerful boxing technique in this world!"
Feng Yuxiu stared at the iron door with clear fist marks on the ground. He felt that his whole body was on fire, and his eyes were so hot that he seemed to be about to spit out fire.
This is what he wants! What he has been pursuing all his life!
The way forward that I thought existed only in fantasy and could not exist at all, now suddenly jumped out and was right in front of my eyes.
It seems to be saying: Seeing that this is the pinnacle of martial arts, your pursuit is not wrong, but the path is wrong.
It was like a spark that suddenly ignited Gao Ning's madness and obsession with martial arts that had been suppressed.
A prairie fire is difficult to extinguish.
Feng Yuxiu raised his head suddenly, his eyes dazzlingly bright.
He stared at Ren Zhihua, slowly clasped his fists, and said word by word: "The younger generation is granted the title of Yu Xiu, please give me some advice from my seniors! Today I can see the great path of martial arts. I am overjoyed. I can't suppress my enthusiasm. I will die if I hear it in the morning."
, Today we are not only distinguishing between superior and inferior, but also deciding between life and death. Please, seniors, please do not show mercy!"
There was silence in the room.
Ren Zhihua and Nie Hu looked at each other, both of them feeling speechless.
This madman Wu came out of nowhere, why did he find himself?
"It's broken, it's broken, they're going to fight!"
In the yard, by the pond, Lu Xiaomeng, who was holding her mobile phone, suddenly jumped up. Contrary to what she said, she was extremely excited. Her little face was red and her two calves were tumbling repeatedly, as if she couldn't wait to rush.
It's like going out.
Not far away, Gao Ning was sitting on a portable fishing stool, wearing a big straw hat, grabbing a fishing rod more than three meters long, staring at the calm lake.
"Let's fight. I would like to see if the supporting character can beat the protagonist to death when the plot tasks of different movies conflict!"
