He Zhenzhong breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a guy who got up to pee in the middle of the night.
Wow.
The sound of running water came.
A strong smell came over, and He Zhenzhong buried his head and held his breath.
He could only grit his teeth and endure it, trying his best to resist the urge to rush over, raise the knife and castrate the guy.
He had to wait until the moment this guy turned around. This was the best time for him to take action.
Suddenly, he remembered a text he had learned in elementary school, "The Burning of Qiu Shaoyun". Lying in the sea of fire, heroes and martyrs can remain motionless. Now he has been drenched in urine. This is nothing in comparison.
?
Thinking about it, He Zhenzhong calmed down and began to pay full attention to the guy's movements.
The guy finally finished urinating, and he didn't forget to give his little brother a shake, then he let out a comfortable sigh and turned around slowly.
Just now, when the guy turned around, He Zhenzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, he put his left hand on the ground, kicked off his right foot at the same time, and jumped towards the top of the guy.
Close.
He Zhenzhong's left hand reached out like a dragon coming out of a hole, went around the guy's neck, then retracted sharply, covering the mouth and nose of the guy behind him, and then the head he held in his right hand slipped under the guy's back bone,
It penetrated diagonally upward.
puff.
The guy's body trembled, and blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, dripping down the seam of He Zhenzhong's fingers.
As expected, the head had penetrated the guy's body diagonally upwards, and then pierced his lungs.
Holding the body and slowly placing it on the ground, He Zhenzhong held the head and approached the tent.
There was another guy sitting there at the door of the tent, smoking a cigarette.
Really vigilant.
It was too close, and even the slightest noise might disturb the sleeping guys in the tent. He Zhenzhong held his head, hunched his waist, and walked around to the back of the tent like a nimble wild cat.
He took a deep breath, gently lowered his head on the tent, and drew down gently.
hiss.
The voice was subtle, but He Zhenzhong still couldn't guarantee whether it would alert people.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds.
After a minute, there was still no response. He Zhenzhong felt relieved. He gently opened a hole in the tent with his head, then bent his waist and slowly got in.
The tent was very large, with many horizontal and vertical shapes. Many terrorists spread out some random things and lay down on it to sleep. The sound of snoring could be heard one after another, which provided cover for He Zhenzhong's actions.
He Zhenzhong quietly came to a guy, squatted down, and gently placed his left hand on top of the guy's mouth and nose. He held the head in his right hand and pointed it downwards, aiming at his heart.
Huh, took a deep breath, and He Zhenzhong's left hand suddenly fell down, covering the guy's mouth and nose. Almost at the same time, the head he was holding in his right hand fell down, with a slight popping sound.
The guy's body trembled, and then his head shook. There was no violent struggle, no sound, and he just died.
He Zhenzhong stood up gently, stepped over the body, and came to the second guy. He processed it according to law.
The third, the fourth, the fifth.
call.
The guy in front moved and turned over.
He Zhenzhong, who was killing a guy, didn't have time to think about it. He quickly moved back and fell asleep among the corpses.
The guy turned over, slapped his mouth a few times, opened his eyes slightly, took a glance and closed them again, and continued to sleep soundly.
After a few seconds, He Zhenzhong stood up, came to this guy's side, covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and stabbed him with the head of his right hand.
The smell of blood in the tent became stronger and stronger, even overpowering the smell of these guys' feet.
There were only two guys left, no problem, He Zhenzhong sped up.
call.
The first stab.
"Hmm." The guy suddenly opened his eyes and stared at He Zhenzhong's face with frightened eyes.
Poof, He Zhenzhong took out the first one.
The last guy heard the noise, opened his eyes, turned over, and grabbed the gun.
Bang, He Zhenzhong kicked him, sending his guy flying, and then a fierce tiger came down the mountain and swung out the head of his right hand.
puff.
Warm blood splashed on He Zhenzhong's face.
The guy lowered his head and looked at the head that had entered his vagina, as if he still didn't believe that he was killed so easily.
Wow.
The curtain at the door of the tent moved, and the gatekeeper broke in. He was immediately stunned. There were corpses all over the ground, and blood had formed a small ditch on the ground.
His body shook unconsciously, and looking at He Zhenzhong, whose face was covered in blood, he looked like a demon coming out of hell. His face was ashen, and all of their people were killed so silently.
Already?
"No, don't kill me."
It was in Chinese, although it was a bit lame. He Zhenzhong walked over and said, "Do you know that I am Chinese?"
"When they arrested the Chinese, I knew you would come to take revenge. Let me go, please, let me go. I didn't kill any of your people." The guy suddenly knelt down. He didn't think he would be here now.
Can still escape.
"The ** of you treated the prisoners preferentially. I have surrendered. You can't kill me. You can't kill me."
boom.
He Zhenzhong kicked the guy away with a kick, "Do you really think that we Chinese are fools? You kill our compatriots casually and just surrender to death. It is too naive. Besides, I didn't control you at all.
Be human.”
The guy fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face. He got up and ran. He knew that he would meet a hard-blooded assassin today and he would die if he didn't run.
Boom, the frightened terrorist's feet weakened, and after running for two steps, he fell down.
Picking up a machete that someone had thrown down on the ground, He Zhenzhong walked over step by step. Now all he could think about was the corpse with its limbs and head cut off.
Isn’t it cruel? In fact, everyone can do it.
"No, don't kill me."
call.
Poof, a bloody human head flew up and blood splattered everywhere.
Bang Dang, throwing away the machete, He Zhenzhong glanced around, showing no mercy at all. Since he had killed Chinese people, he must be prepared to be killed.
After passing this place, He Zhenzhong saw the villa in the distance. Although it was already midnight, there were still lights coming out of the window. He knew that the people of the special operations brigade must still be tortured.
Woo hoo.
A roar broke the tranquility of the night.
He Zhenzhong lay down, hiding himself, staring at the direction of the sound.
Soon, his eyes widened. It was the woman Tang Xinyi, riding a motorcycle, coming this way...