The personal soldier of the beautiful president

Bang!Bang!
Seeing those three people rushing towards them with knives, Qin Feng did not sit still, but shot first.

He pressed his hands on the tempered glass door of the balcony, and majestic true energy gushed out.

The tempered glass was directly shattered.

The fragments all over the sky shot towards the three men with knives, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound of piercing the air.

Seeing this, the pupils of the man beside the sofa suddenly dilated.

Master!

A master stronger than him!
Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran towards the gate.

Puff puff……

Countless glass fragments drew dozens of bloodstains on the three men with knives, and many fragments even shot into their flesh.

Blood splattered.

In the blink of an eye, the three men with knives lost their fighting power and fell to the ground screaming.

The body and face were covered with glass shards, and each of them looked like a bloody man.

"stop!"

Seeing someone trying to run away, Qin Feng yelled and quickly chased after him.

Whoosh!
He just ran out of the door when a cold light shot out from the darkness.

Murderous.

Qin Feng leaned back slightly.

duh!
A flying knife made of fine steel almost brushed the tip of his nose, and sank deeply into the wooden door.

Only the tail of the knife was exposed, trembling slightly.

The man took the opportunity to jump from the window of the stairs.

Qin Feng ran over quickly, and was about to chase after him, but he heard the sound of a roaring motor, and a Saimo rushed out from nowhere, at a very high speed, and drove towards the outside of the community at high speed.

The racing driver was the man who had escaped just now.

Qin Fengxu flicked his finger, and a black component stuck to Saimo's rear with great accuracy.

He deliberately let the other party go.

Such a large and cautious criminal group must not only have such a few people.

There must be a big fish behind it.

Otherwise, with the strength of Grandmaster Qin Feng, wouldn't it be easy to catch that escaped guy?

Qin Feng watched the red tail lights of the Saimo disappear, and then returned to the room.

Sister Ling sat slumped on the ground, her face pale.

She was already stunned by the series of unexpected situations just now.

Especially the three men who were lying in a pool of blood and howling continuously made Sister Ling even more frightened.

Dozens of pieces of broken glass were inserted into the bodies of the three men, and some of them were stabbed at the vital point, bleeding profusely, looking very miserable.

They lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Accidentally moved and pulled the wound, causing them to gasp in pain.

Qin Feng glanced at the little red dot displayed on the watch, smiled faintly, dragged a stool and sat in front of the three of them, with one foot on the coffee table.

"The total blood volume of an adult is 4200% to 4800% of the body weight. I think you only weigh about 10 kilograms, and the total blood volume is about 400-[-] milliliters. Based on your current bleeding speed, it takes about [-] minutes." After that, the amount of bleeding will exceed [-]ml, of course, there will be no discomfort at this time."

"About 10 minutes later, the amount of bleeding will reach about 1000 milliliters. At this time, you will feel dizzy and feel uncomfortable..."

"After another 5 minutes, when your bleeding volume reaches 1200 ml, you will have shock, heart failure, cerebral ischemia and blood oxygenation, and then..."

"Death!"

Qin Feng did not interrogate, but smiled and popularized medical knowledge to the three men.

"Three and a half minutes have passed now, that is to say, you have about 22 minutes left before you die. Don't worry, don't worry, it's still a long time."

"You, who are you? What do you want to do?"

Among the three, a man with a round cut cut tried his best to look up at Qin Feng, and asked in a deep voice.

Qin Feng didn't answer, but looked down at the special watch on his wrist, and said with a smile: "Just now, another minute has passed, and there are still 1 minutes left."

"Who the hell are you?"

Angry and frightened, the round-cut man asked loudly.

He could clearly feel the blood flowing out continuously.

His life is also disappearing bit by bit.

Especially Qin Feng's countdown gave him a sense of panic.

Qin Feng ignored the round cut head directly, and just looked at the watch to himself.

These traffickers are not simple.

The one who escaped just now possesses martial arts skills and is a martial artist.

It would be difficult to get the information he wanted if he asked directly.

Therefore, he intentionally created a sense of death crisis for the three men, and let their psychological defenses collapse a little bit first.

Then interrogate again, get twice the result with half the effort.

This is a method in torture, which is specially used to deal with those who are more determined.

"There are still ten and nine minutes left..."

"Ten seven minutes..."

"15 minutes..."

Qin Feng calmly counted down the countdown.

There was an atmosphere of death in the room.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Father..."

"Paralysis, kid, hurry up and call an ambulance."

"Brother, please, call an ambulance for us. We don't want to die. What do you want? I'll give it to you."

"I'll give you money, 100 million? Not enough? 300 million... 500 million! This is our entire net worth..."

"Boy, what do you want? Don't go too far. If I die, you don't even want to live."

"Not only you, but your relatives and friends must be buried with me!"

The young man with a round cut was yelling and shouting.

He begged for mercy again, promised a lot of money again, and finally threatened directly.

But no matter what he said, Qin Feng was unmoved, indifferent, and reported the number on time.

"Twenty-seven minutes have passed, and there are 7 minutes left... Your blood loss should be 8 milliliters... Do you feel a little uncomfortable now? That's right, slowly you will feel dizzy, Dazzling, hallucinations begin to appear, and at that time, it means that you are not far from death."

Qin Feng said slowly, the smile on his face was like a devil.

Sister Ling was completely shocked.

She has seen thugs who kill without batting an eyelid.

But Qin Feng's indifference to life and his indifference in watching the three of them bleed to death made her feel chills down her spine.

"7 minutes..."

Qin Feng continued to count down.

"Guang, Brother Guang, I, I can't do it... I feel like I can't breathe."

A long-haired man was panting heavily, his face was blue and purple, as if he would be out of breath at any moment.

Another man with a flat head also had an ugly complexion, and began to show signs of excessive blood loss.

A man with a round cut, that is, Brother Guang with a long-haired mouth.

His face was also ugly at this time.

His eyes dodged, his mind was uneasy, and his psychological defense was collapsing little by little.

Death looms every step of the way.

The tight string in his heart may break at any time.

"Boy, if you make a call to us, I'll give you 1000 million, and 1000 million for one call. This is a good thing that you will never encounter in your life."

The round-cut man is still trying to seduce Qin Feng with money.

But Qin Feng was indifferent.

Let alone 1000 million, even if it is [-] million, so what?
His current worth is more than tens of billions.

Besides, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. Even if he likes money, he is still a person with principles.

He would not want this kind of blood-stained money.

"6 minutes!"

Qin Feng continued to count down.

Boom!
Chang Mao fainted directly, hitting his head on the floor.

Another man with a flat head was biting his lip, a morbid blush appeared on his pale face.

The two men seemed to be in danger at any moment.

"What the hell are you... What the hell do you want to do? Tell me, tell me what the hell, as long as you save my two brothers, I will promise you anything!"

The round-cut man yelled at Qin Feng.

The temper began to become violent and restless.

This means that his spiritual world is collapsing a little bit.

Qin Feng finally looked up at the round-cut man, sneered, and asked slowly: "Who is your mastermind behind the scenes?"