Super Special Forces King

Chapter 286

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The sharp glass cut holes in the clothes, but the opponent's shooting did not stop at all, and the bullets banged on the wall.

Crushed stones splashed, and pieces of wall skin peeled off.

Leaning against the wall, his ears listened carefully to even the smallest sounds.

Just when the gunfire stopped, Zhang Feng suddenly turned around and held the pistol out of the broken window.

Visibility is extremely low in the dark night, but it has no effect on Zhang Feng. Because his ears can rely on the sound he hears to determine the other party's position.

"Da Da" pulled the trigger twice in a row, and accompanied by two screams, the movement of his body fell to the ground.

After the shot, Zhang Feng suddenly lowered his body, and the irritable gunfire became agitated again, and the bullet covered him as if he didn't need money.

He didn't choose to continue shooting with the enemy outside through the window, lowered his body and ran to the door quickly, kicking the door open.

This action can also be said to be very reckless, because he didn't have any grasp of the situation in the Unknown Manor, so he rushed in.

But Zhang Feng has no other way. Kunsha’s disappearance and Maeda’s death in his own hands, both have nerve control chips implanted in the back of their brains, and Professor Mitsui, the black hand behind them, will definitely have it. As soon as he perceives it, he can only break into the nameless manor at one go, and at the same time ask the choreographer to go to Professor Mitsui’s apartment for arrest.

Some of the enemies behind saw the gunfire stop jumping in from the window and chasing in the direction where Zhang Feng was fleeing, while the other part rushed into the room by detour and prepared to chase and intercept Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng lowered his body and moved quickly through the dark corridor. At the moment, his greatest reliance was keen hearing.

With full concentration, even the slightest voice can't escape the ears.

The location of the enemy can be determined in advance by sound.

The role of a pistol in such a situation is extremely limited, and gunfire and fireworks from the muzzle in the dark will easily expose the position.

There are a large number of enemies, and once the position is exposed, the inability to retreat in time means being surrounded by the opponent, and Zhang Feng does not want to expose himself to the enemy's guns rashly.

Putting away the pistol, drew the dagger with his backhand and buckled it in his hand, lowering his footsteps and moving forward quickly.

The sound of the soles of the feet gently falling on the ground was heard from the ears, accompanied by the sound of light and heavy footsteps.

A sneer evoked from the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth, his body reached the corner of the wall and he did not move on, waiting quietly.

The sound of footsteps and breathing became closer.

Judging by the sound, when the enemy and himself were on the corner, Zhang Feng suddenly rushed out, punching out, and the dagger in the other hand flashed coldly.

The two enemies were completely caught off guard. One of them was hit by Zhang Feng's fist in his throat for the first time. There was a fragile bang, and the fragile apple knot broke.

The shattered Adam's apple blocked the trachea and couldn't breathe, and his face suddenly became purple, only to be seen in the dark.

The other person's reaction was not unpleasant, but it was quite immediately compared to Zhang Feng's speed.

Raising the gun and shooting immediately, the blade has been inserted into his heart against the gap between the two ribs!

His eyes were full of pain, as Zhang Feng twisted his dagger, his mouth opened slightly, wanting to scream but was blocked by the blood running out.

With a big mouthful of blood, he knelt to the ground in pain.

Zhang Feng slowly pulled out the dagger, as if he was emptied of his body's power, he fell to the ground with a ‘poof’.

The crazily gushing blood instantly covered the floor, surrounding his body.

The **** smell gradually diffused, and the sneer at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth and the killing intent in his eyes became more intense.

He disappeared into the darkness again, lurking quickly towards the interior of the nameless manor.

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The enemy was walking slowly forward with a gun, his expression very alert, his eyes widening.

Just after he took the next step, a black figure appeared behind him, a big hand suddenly covering his mouth from behind, and at the same time a cold **** dagger slowly came from the side of his neck insert.

The blade of steel made a squeaking movement across the bones, making the scalp numb and the roots of the teeth sour!

The man's eyes stared like cowbells, and his eyes were full of pain.

The blood spattered out of the bloodletting slot of the blade, staining the wall next to it red, leaving it rusty.

As the struggle of the man in his arms became weaker, Zhang Feng released the palm covering his mouth and slowly laid his body on the floor.

Tonight is destined to be Zhang Feng's killing night. Since joining the army, and then from Huangquan team to 01, Zhang Feng has never had such a strong killing intent.

These people are Professor Mitsui's accomplices. Everyone has a way to die, and even to let them die like this, Zhang Feng even thinks it is cheap for them.

One after another corpses fell in a pool of blood, and the guards in the nameless manor were also a little panicked.

Even since the opponent jumped into the window, he didn't see where his opponent was again, but a dead body proved that the killer existed!

Sometimes death is not terrible, what is terrible is the fear and waiting for death!

And Zhang Feng was killing these people a little bit, and he wanted them to understand the suffering of death.

Walking slowly toward the depths of the manor, Zhang Feng felt inexplicably that he was getting closer to his true destination.

The guards possessed by fear no longer dared to search alone by one or two, all of them shrank into the depths of the manor and waited for their opponents.

The manor in the night seemed to be completely silent, there was no sound, so gloomy and terrible!

As Zhang Feng approached, the killing intent in his heart became more and more intense, as if only killing could suppress such emotions.

The last seven or eight guards shrank to the gate of a warehouse, waiting for the arrival of death with a cold expression.

In the dark corner, Zhang Feng slowly turned sideways and looked towards the gate of the warehouse.

The smile raised at the corner of his mouth became colder and colder. Instead of head-on head-on with these guards, he turned and plunged into the night again.

On the five-meter-high wall, Zhang Feng backed up two steps, dashed forward, and suddenly jumped up. His feet were continuously pedaling on the wall, his figure suddenly raised, and his hands suddenly clasped the top of the wall.

He pulled his body up and lay on the eaves, with a blood-stained dagger in his mouth.

The more I waited, the fear on the guards' faces grew stronger.

A personal gaze looked around and watched. They didn't know when and in what way the killing **** appeared. All they could do was guard in front of this most important warehouse.