Although Zhao Feng was far away, he still heard Qian Laoliu's curse because of his extraordinary hearing.
He sneered and then ignored it.
It was already past eleven o'clock, and most of the surrounding residents were asleep, with only a few lights on.
Under the dim light, the originally dark alley became even more permeable.
Walking to the door of his house, Zhao Feng took out his key and was about to open the door when his ears twitched.
This is... the sound of breathing.
There is someone in the house.
Zhao Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold. In the past, he should have run away at this moment.
But at this time, Zhao Feng, an expert in art, was bold. He lightly turned the key as if nothing had happened, and then pushed the door violently.
Behind the door, the strong man lurking there seemed to have been hit by a high-speed car. His body was thrown directly and hit the wall.
Snap!
The pistol fell to the ground.
The scene in front of them was beyond everyone's expectations. The man in a suit shouted loudly: "Come together."
After saying that, he rushed towards Zhao Feng. Apparently, he forgot what Lu Ze told him.
Zhao Feng saw a dark figure rushing toward him and sneered.
Zhao Feng stretched out his right arm, grabbed the man in the suit's hair, pushed it down, and pushed his right knee hard.
Bang!
The man in the suit collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been taken away.
"Fourth brother!"
The companion exclaimed, raised his pistol and pulled the trigger towards Zhao Feng.
puff!
The bullet passed through the silencer and shot out quickly.
The moment the pistol was pointed at him, all the hairs on Zhao Feng's body stood on end. He turned around suddenly and the bullet grazed his waist and flew out.
Zhao Feng wiped his waist and felt sticky. As expected, he must have been shot.
However, his physique in the early stages of forging was so strong that even if he was shot, Zhao Feng did not immediately lose his combat effectiveness.
He was like lightning, flying toward the man who fired the gun.
Zhao Feng's body was full of energy and blood, and his back muscles were like a bulging dragon. He punched the man who fired the gun and exploded the hammer on his neck.
"die!"
He shouted loudly!
The man who fired the shot was stunned.
He clearly saw that he shot Zhao Feng, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually be alive and active, as if nothing happened.
Click!
The man who fired the gun twisted his neck into an abnormal arc, and his neck was broken.
You know, Zhao Feng took Huanglong Pill in real life, and at this time all his strength exploded, and he could hit more than 500 kilograms of force.
If this kind of attack hits an ordinary person's body, it can be said that they will be injured and die immediately.
What's more, the man who fired the gun was hit in the neck and died naturally.
The last person was stunned when he saw that Zhao Feng had eliminated all the three men holding guns on his side in two or three strokes.
The most important thing is that he just saw Zhao Feng being shot.
"You...you are not human! Go to hell! Go to hell!"
There was a look of madness in his eyes, and he raised his gun and wanted to shoot.
But the distance between him and Zhao Feng was too close, with only two meters between them.
Two meters!
The speed he pulled the trigger was not as fast as Zhao Feng could cross the distance.
Zhao Feng's figure was like lightning. He jumped up and stepped forward. He raised his right hand and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the sky.
puff!
Bullets shot toward the ceiling.
Zhao Feng held a claw in his left hand and pinched the man's neck.
"Tell me, who asked you to come?"
Although it was only a brief encounter, Zhao Feng knew that these people were just ordinary people who had never practiced physical training.
"Ho!"
The man's neck was clasped by Zhao Feng's iron-like hands, his face turned red and he was speechless.
Seeing this, Zhao Feng restrained his strength.
"Hoo ho ho!"
The man felt his neck being loosened and took a deep breath.
"Don't kill me! I said it! I said it all!"
The man begged loudly for mercy.
In a moment, the man revealed all the information.
Just when the man thought Zhao Fengfeng would let him go.
Click!
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking.
His neck was broken.
At this point, all four people who ambushed him with guns were killed by Zhao Feng.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Zhao Feng took out a cigarette and smoked it silently.
"It seems that we have to run away."
He took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled it, and said silently.
The noise of the fight just now was not that big, and Zhao Feng lived in a relatively remote place, so no one should have noticed it.
But Zhao Feng can't guarantee the specifics.
He immediately packed up, took simple clothes and money, then closed the door and rushed towards the dock.
No one knew that four bodies were left in this small rental house.
...
Linghai City, a dilapidated port.
People who don't know this would think that this is a fish port. In fact, another kind of business is run here, that of stowaways.
In the fish port, there are countless fishing boats of various sizes docked.
Zhao Feng paid the driver the money, got out of the taxi, and gently stroked the wound on his waist.
He was lucky. The shot was just a scratch, not a hit. With his physical condition, he could recover as before within a few days.
Zhao Feng looked at the dock in front of him and hurried towards a fishing house skillfully.
Five minutes later, Zhao Feng found the place he was looking for in the chaotic illegal buildings on the dock.
"Dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong."
Zhao Feng followed the code and knocked on the door.
"Squeak."
The door of the fishing house opened, and the person who opened the door was a thin boy about thirteen or fourteen years old.
Zhao Feng glanced at him, raised his legs and walked in.
"Bring the money."
Seeing Zhao Feng, the snake head with tattoos on his arms said while smoking.
Zhao Feng said nothing and took out ten bundles of brand new banknotes from his bag.
The boy next to me quickly took it.
"You know the rules, don't take away goods."
The snake head's cloudy eyes flashed with light.
Hearing this, Zhao Feng raised his hand and let his younger brother search him.
After searching the body, the younger brother nodded to the snake head.
"The ship leaves at two o'clock in the morning. The unloading time and location are uncertain. Whether you can get out depends on your luck."
Although the snakehead said so, Zhao Feng knew that this man had been selling goods for more than ten years and had never had any problems.
Zhao Feng nodded.
Seeing Zhao Feng nodding, Snakehead grinned, baring his yellow teeth, smiled and said to the younger brother next to him: "Second son, take him on board."