Super Special Forces King

Chapter 285

285.

The guard shook his skills, the dancer's body burst out, and the distance of five meters disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Put your hands in your pocket and pull out suddenly!

Each hand is holding an exquisite silver butterfly knife, and the knife is flying and spinning, which is very mysterious.

The guard's face changed a lot, and he had to pull the trigger, but it was too late and soon.

Two cold blades flashed past, and the guard's wrists were cut off, and even the pistol with his palms fell to the ground.

Blood rushed out of the broken wrist, like water from a bursting faucet.

He didn't even have a chance to shout, and another blade drew across his throat.

The blood splashed out, splashed on the impeccable face of the dancer, slowly dripping down.

With a white face and drips of colorful blood, the dancers outlined are becoming more and more coquettish and charming.

A straight cut of the throat and trachea, blood bubbling and flowing out, the expression in his eyes quickly collapsed into a burst of death.

Use the clothes of the corpse to wipe off the blood stained on the butterfly knife, and step past the corpse.

Put away the butterfly knife, drew out an old-fashioned revolver from the back and held it in the palm of his hand.

Entering the apartment on the second floor, the dancer leaped out to the side for the first time, and at the same time gunshots completely tore the silence in the apartment.

While his body was still in the air, the dancer pulled the trigger, the eggshell glass came out, and the bullet came out from the gun.

With a muffled sound of ‘bang’, the guard’s eyes widened and his body slowly fell to the side.

The moment the dancing man fell to the ground, he slid into the back of the sofa with one hand on the ground.

The ‘Da Da Da’ bullet fell on the ground, and the hitting marble shattered and splashed. If he just moved a little slower, the bullet would not fall on the ground, but on his body.

"idiot."

Hearing the cursing of the wagoku devil, the dancer's body suddenly rushed out to face the guard.

The forward thrust was unabated. Just when the guard's pupils suddenly contracted, the dancer's body suddenly fell backward, kneeling on the ground, holding the gun in both hands, and pulling the trigger at the same time.

Shoot!

The bullet whizzed past the dancer's scalp, and he could even feel the heat on the bullet.

But the pistol in the guards opposite fell to the ground feebly, and he was shot three times in total!

The first shot is in the center of the eyebrows, the second shot is in the throat, and the third shot is in the left chest! Every shot is deadly!

The choreographer stood up slowly, holding the revolver upside down, the muzzle was still smoldering.

The once restless apartment was quiet again, and the dancer slowly stepped on the stairs and walked upstairs.

When I reached the top of the stairs, a slow sound of music sounded.

A cold light burst out of the dancer's eyes, and he slightly raised his pistol and suddenly flashed out of the stairs. He saw a figure sitting on the sofa in the dark.

The person holding a red wine glass in his hand, his head swayed slightly to the sound of the music, seemed very comfortable.

I was slightly surprised in my heart, and walked over vigilantly.

"Come!" The voice was as cordial as a friend who hadn't seen him all the year round.

The dancer pressed his finger on the switch, and the room suddenly brightened.

It was Professor Mitsui sitting on the sofa.

"Do you know that I'm coming?" the dancer asked slightly strangely.

Professor Mitsui drank the red wine in the glass and said comfortably: "Although I don't know who will come, I know someone will come to me sooner or later. In twenty years, this day has finally arrived."

The choreographer looked around, not seeing anyone else, so he walked slowly over, aiming at Professor Mitsui all the time.

What makes the dancer feel strange is that there is no panic on his face, no excitement at all, on the contrary, he is extremely calm.

"Don't you have a trace of fear when you do such a thing?"

"Afraid?" Professor Mitsui asked in surprise: "Why am I afraid? I am doing a great thing that can change the entire human race. Why should I be afraid?"

The choreographer felt a chill, and cursed a lunatic in his heart. Putting the muzzle on his head, he said: "Since you know so well, then cooperate with me honestly!"

"Of course!" Professor Mitsui extended his hands obediently.

...

The vehicle rushed frantically towards the gate of the Unknown Manor, and when there was still 30 meters away, the two guards standing at the gate were all alert.

While warning, he pulled out his pistol and decisively pulled the trigger at the approaching car.

Zhang Feng lowered his body on the seat, and the bullets smashed into the windshield with the ‘bang-bang’ shot and penetrated.

The car body rushed past without reducing speed. Just as he was approaching, Zhang Feng kicked the car door suddenly with his foot, and rushed out.

The body rolled on the ground to remove the inertia, and the bullets continued to fall after chasing his body, leaving concrete pits the size of fingers on the ground.

Stabilizing his body a little, his legs bend down slightly, and a terrifying force burst out in reverse.

The completion of such an action exceeded the foresight of the two guards, and when they were caught off guard, Zhang Feng pulled the trigger.

There was no wasting even a single bullet. After pulling the trigger twice in a row, both guards were shot and killed.

'boom'. The car racing at full speed slammed into the big iron door, and both the front and the iron door were twisted and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the next second, the car that could not withstand the impact exploded. A huge fireball soared down into the sky. The violent impact blasted the deformed car up to a height of one meter, and the iron door gave out a sour creak. The sound was torn from the door frame and flew towards the courtyard.

The huge fireball fell on the ground, and the car wrapped in flames had become an empty steel frame.

The most miserable thing is that the ugly man who was stuffed into the trunk by Zhang Feng, awake from the shock and shock, was burned into a dark invisible corpse in the next second by a fierce explosion and flame.

Seeing his corpse, Zhang Feng didn't feel unbearable. Compared to what he did, such a happy death is simply cheaper for him.

With a pistol, he quickly crossed the line of fire and rushed into the gate, and saw several men in black burrowing out of the yard. Everyone was holding a weapon.

Meeting the two sides is a life-and-death posture, not answering at all, firing directly.

Flames spurted out from the muzzle of the rifle, and the gunfire of the pistol continued to sound through it.

"Ma De, if you don't come to work quickly, the dancer, I will be here today." With a curse, Zhang Feng ran.

There is no longer the slightest reservation, and the speed of gains in genetic recombination bursts out violently.

The bullets kept falling behind him, Zhang Feng did not dare to stop, his body slammed through the window and jumped in.