The personal master of the stunning president

Chapter 118 The Butcher and the Falcon

The crisis at the scene has been resolved. Even if everyone else leaves, Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo will not leave, because Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo will never leave without seeing their safe return. The only explanation for Yang Xiruo's absence is that something happened to them!
Leng Feng took out his mobile phone and called Han Yueying, but no one answered the phone, and then called Yang Xiruo, only after two rings, the phone was connected.

"Xiwei, where are you..." Leng Feng was overjoyed, and subconsciously asked Yang Xiruo on the other end of the phone.

"Leng Feng..." A sinister voice rang out from the other end of the phone, interrupting Leng Feng's words directly: "Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo are in our hands now, if you don't want them to die, you'd better do it together Within hours, come to Warehouse No. [-] at the harbor pier!"

"I will be there within an hour..." After Leng Feng said coldly, he hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, pulled out his own dagger from the masked man's body, and thought for a while , still picked up a submachine gun, and then slowly walked out.

The moment he heard that sinister voice, Leng Feng wanted to understand the whole story. Those eight robbers were really just here to rob, and they were cannon fodder sent to him on purpose by others. He just wanted to use the robbers to attract his attention and take away Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo.

And the ultimate goal of the black hand behind the scenes this time is not Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo, but themselves. They want to use the two women to let themselves take the initiative to send them to their door.

After understanding all this, while a murderous intent arose in Leng Feng's heart, deep worry also arose.

Han Yueying is his wife, and has been deeply imprinted in his heart. Yang Xiruo is a policewoman with a strong sense of justice. This time, it is because she is in crisis. Leng Feng feels that if If something happened to these two women, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life.

Leng Feng knew that with the other party's shrewd calculations and sophisticated layout, if he went to the No. [-] warehouse with such a mentality, not only would he not be able to save the two women, he might even get himself into it.

That's why Leng Feng moved so slowly, and wanted to use these to calm himself down.

When he walked out of the hall, Leng Feng's eyes had regained a trace of clarity. He flicked the butt of the cigarette into the night sky, and murmured: "Since you want to play, I will let you know that even though Satan put down the butcher knife, But it’s not something a cat or a dog can bully.”

Although the Mercedes-Benz was hit a few times, its performance was not affected at all. Along the way, Leng Feng used the speed of the Mercedes-Benz to the extreme. After more than 40 minutes, Leng Feng parked the car on the road of the harbor pier. side.

Although it was night, the harbor wharf was buzzing with machines, and there was a busy scene, which was also convenient for Leng Feng. After another five or six minutes, Leng Feng approached the No. 6 warehouse.

"You told me to go directly to the No. [-] warehouse, and I will definitely set up a murder trap in the warehouse. If I go there rashly, I will be fooled by you." Looking at the words of the No. [-] warehouse, Leng Feng's eyes were full In a flash, the body quickly disappeared into the night.

The butcher was lying on the roof of a warehouse, watching the movement of warehouse No. [-] through the scope, with bloodthirsty cruelty shining in his eyes.

As an outstanding killer in the western mercenary world, the butcher himself couldn't remember how many masters' lives his gun had harvested to earn his title of butcher.

The butcher has reason to believe that this time will be no exception, as soon as the target appears, he will use the hundred-step piercing marksmanship to make the target die inexplicably.

Of course, the butcher also heard from Falcon that the target was a master, but the butcher didn't take it seriously, because the butcher knew that even if the opponent could escape the deadly bullet by chance, as long as the opponent entered the warehouse, the high explosives buried in the warehouse would also be destroyed. It can still blow up the target to pieces!
Thinking of this, the butcher subconsciously glanced at the remote control beside him, and imagined in his mind that after the explosives exploded, the target would be torn apart brilliantly in the flames soaring into the sky!
At this moment, the butcher suddenly felt the chills on his back stand on end. The foresight of the crisis that he had cultivated in years of rolling between life and death made the butcher roll to the side subconsciously almost without going through his brain, and at the same time Raised the muzzle.

The butcher's muzzle was only raised halfway, when he felt a claw-like hand pinching towards his neck.

The butcher had never seen such a quick shot before, his pupils quickly shrank into needlepoints, he gave up the idea of ​​shooting, and directly placed the gun body across the path of the opponent's attack.

The butcher had reason to believe that the hard gun body would definitely be able to stop the opponent for a moment. At that time, he would have time to react. As long as he could point the gun at the opponent, he would be able to seal the victory.

But the butcher made a horizontal spear movement, and the hand with the breath of death pinched the butcher's neck.

The feeling of suffocation made the butcher feel a breath of death. He looked at the owner of the claw with horror, a young man with a lazy smile on his face.

"Tell me about your arrangement, maybe I'll leave you a whole body." Leng Feng looked at the butcher coldly, with an indescribable coldness in his tone.

"Since you want to kill me, why would I betray my companion!" The butcher was not afraid of death, after hearing what Leng Feng said, he looked at Leng Feng mockingly.

"Because if you don't tell me, I will make your life worse than death." Leng Feng cracked a smile, raised her foot, stepped on the butcher's knee lightly, and slowly exerted force.

The butcher could feel that as the strength on Leng Feng's feet became stronger and stronger, the kneecaps began to rattle, and then split into several pieces, and the broken bones directly plunged into his muscles and bone seams.

The butcher wanted to scream subconsciously, but Leng Feng seemed to know that the butcher would react in this way. As soon as he pinched the butcher's neck hard, the butcher rolled his eyes wildly. Cut it off abruptly!

"I said, we are in the NO.12 warehouse opposite to the No. [-] warehouse. The No. [-] warehouse is full of explosives..." When he felt that Leng Feng was still maintaining a lazy smile, he stepped on his other foot. After a knee, Butcher finally relented.

"Very good..." Leng Feng nodded, and when he pressed his fingers hard, with a crisp click, the butcher's neck limply drooped to one side.

"It's getting more and more interesting. Just now, the eight robbers were from the western world, and the butchers are the same now. In Jiangbei, who has such a big hatred against me, and uses such a big hand to deal with me." Looking at the boundless night, Leng Feng showed a strong sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"An hour has passed, why is there no movement at all..." A blond man beside Falcon looked at Falcon with a frown.

"The butcher is the top killer in our mercenary regiment. He won't have any problems dealing with an unknown Chinese man. What's more, we planted explosives in warehouse No. [-]..." Compared to the blond man's pure mouthful Huaxia language, Falcon's Huaxia language is a bit blunt, full of strong exotic flavor.

"Hmmmm..." Han Yueying, who was tied to the pillar, heard Falcon's words, her heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and she struggled desperately.

"Falcon, these two girls are very hot, while you're free now, or..." Hearing what Falcon said, the blond man let go of his worries, turned his head, and looked at Han Yueying and Yang greedily. Pity the weak and exquisite body!

(End of this chapter)