special mercenary

Fu Shanming's clothes were gradually soaked in blood, dripped all over the floor, and turned dark red under the light, and the blood on his cheeks and lips faded away quickly, as if he would die soon.

He didn't look at Song Feng, nor Shao Xiujie, nor at the hall, but looked at the dark night sky, with a dazed and puzzled look on his face, and even a little absent-minded. He didn't understand why he rushed out just now, let alone why Is it for Song Feng or Shao Xiujie.

Song Feng glanced at him quickly. Fu Shanming was bullied since he was a child. Later, he climbed up little by little with his own wrists and gradually gained his current status. But what he really pursued and wanted in his life, I am afraid even He himself doesn't know.

He is now seriously injured, if he dies like this, he will die in a daze.He has been on the road for so long and has done all kinds of bad things. He is an out-and-out bastard. This kind of person deserves to die. Although Song Feng knew this, after getting along with him recently, he found that he was not completely indifferent, especially this person. Still hurt for them.

Dian was stunned by this one after another scene, and then he spoke softly, with some admiration in his tone: "Song Feng, your charm is really great, let alone whether Mr. Fu is for you or not, let's just talk about Mr. Shao, he did that. But I'm really willing to die for you, I really don't understand what's so good about you."

"I don't understand either..." Song Feng said in a low voice. After listening carefully to the communicator, he found that there was still no sound on the other end. It might have been broken in the explosion just now. Closing it at the sacrifice, he gritted his teeth, pressed the wound tightly, straightened up with effort, and looked up, "Where is he?"

"I can't tell you yet," Dian slowly shook his head, "He asked me to cripple your arm, but I haven't done it yet." He raised his jaw as he spoke, and the person beside him pulled the trigger again.

There was a sharp flash in Song Feng's eyes, and the Wei Chong in his hand suddenly lifted up, and three consecutive gunshots were heard in his ears, and then one person screamed and fell to the ground, one couldn't help but groan, and the other fell silently.

——At that moment Song Feng made a quick shot, and pulled the trigger before the man could shoot, blasting his entire palm off in an instant. Okay, shoot immediately, Shao Xiujie shrank his pupils, and hurriedly protected Song Feng, his left shoulder was hit by a bullet, and blood gushed out immediately, Song Feng turned the gun while the guard fired, and shot him in the head with a bang, Clean and neat.

In just a short moment, one died and two were injured, only the temple was still standing intact.

Song Feng stood still, turned the muzzle of the gun again, and pointed it straight at the temple. The murderous look on his brows instantly shocked the audience, and his eyes were so sharp that people almost dared not look directly at him.

The people on the ground were still rolling, and then quickly struggled to get up. He glanced at Song Feng, staggered on his hind legs, and hurried away.

Song Feng didn't dare to move the muzzle of the gun away from Dian's body, but Fu Shanming's men fired, but the man had already turned the corner and his figure was completely out of sight. Song Feng ignored the situation over there, looked at Dian, and said a word. After a pause, he said, "Come here slowly."

Dian was forced by his aura, and immediately stiffened, knowing that if he resisted a little at this moment, this person would definitely kill him without hesitation. He stared at him without blinking. The person in front of him had a white face and camouflage pants. There was a dull blood color all over his body, and he was clearly about to reach the end of his crossbow, and he would be unable to support himself in the next moment, but he still exuded such a dangerous aura.

The more fragile the sharper, this is the first time he has met such a person.

He raised his foot and stepped forward a little bit.

Song Feng took a breath, the hair on his forehead was soaked in cold sweat, he could see Shao Xiujie being supported by his subordinates from the corner of his eyes, and standing aside, this man rushed to save him without hesitation, he was not unappreciative, but this kind of He didn't have time to speak about the situation, so he glanced at Fu Shanming, who was being carefully picked up by his subordinates, obviously about to leave.

He could probably guess who was behind the scenes, and he would never be reconciled to letting him leave like this at this moment, but Xiao Mingxuan and the others didn't know what to do now, and he couldn't give up their chance to survive.

Thinking of what was behind him, he couldn't help but suffocate his breath, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes. There had just been an explosion there. He didn't even dare to think about what is happening now and whether there is still life left.

Shao Xiujie knew that the best way at present was to restrain Dian. Song Feng was already injured, so he couldn't distract him anymore. He gave some instructions to his subordinates, and the latter hurried forward and pointed his gun at Dian's temple.

Song Feng breathed a sigh of relief, the loss of blood made him a little unsteady, he finally let go of the hand holding the gun, his fingertips trembled slightly due to loss of strength, but he didn't let go, and he didn't let anyone see that he understood that he If they failed here, they should take this person hostage and escape, but they couldn't help but ask, "Where is he?"

"In the house over there," Dian said softly, "he was injured in the explosion, and he was unable to move. There was only one subordinate to take care of him."

Song Feng narrowed his eyes immediately, and the palace said when he saw this, "I'm telling the truth. He's underground. The switch is behind the wine shelf. It's in the shape of an oval. You can definitely find it."

A bad premonition flashed across Shao Xiujie's heart, and he immediately said, "Xiaofeng, follow me to the hospital."

Song Feng covered the wound, his eyes were deep, and he was almost ferocious: "I want to kill him with my own hands. You take the temple and leave here with Fu Shanming. If you see... see... ..." He paused as he spoke, a pained look flashed across his eyes again, and then he forcibly suppressed it.

If you see that there are still people alive, save them by the way... Shao Xiujie naturally knew what he hadn't finished speaking, so he stood still: "Don't mess around, you don't even look at your current appearance."

"He's fine, the knife was pierced through a gap in the internal organs, and it perfectly avoided the vital point," Dian explained briefly, looking at Song Feng, "That man also wanted to kill you with his own hands, but you are too powerful, so he I want to put some blood on you first and then cripple your arm, but it's a pity..."

"Shut up," Shao Xiujie interrupted in a deep voice, "Xiaofeng, come with me."

Song Feng didn't answer. In fact, his injuries were more serious in the explosion in Russia, so he didn't leave, let alone now, that person must die, and he must watch him die with his own eyes. The heart has already formed, reminding him day and night, and gradually it becomes a heart disease.

"Shao Xiujie, get out of here." Song Feng said softly, walking forward slowly with a gun in his hand.

Shao Xiujie hurriedly broke away from his subordinates, wanting to pull him, but just after taking two steps, only one person said in a deep voice: "You go, we are here."

Song Feng was shocked violently, and his heart beat wildly uncontrollably. Before he could adjust his state, he was hugged from behind and fell into a warm embrace. The familiar breath wafted in his ears, which made him extremely reassuring.

He could smell gunpowder smoke and blood in his nostrils, and he couldn't help turning his head. Due to the limitation of his posture, he could only see half of Xiao Mingxuan's body. He could only see that his body was covered with a layer of dust, and his arms were covered with blood, which could not be seen at all. How was the injury? He asked hoarsely, "How are you?" He paused, "What about them?"

"I'm fine. Two people were injured. I asked Xiaoyan to take them to the hospital."

Song Feng's heart tightened: "Is the injury serious?"

Xiao Mingxuan was silent for a moment, and told the truth: "Xiao Yan was very close to the bomb when it exploded. Duan Qing protected him in time and was seriously injured. The other person didn't have time to escape, but he was better than Duan Qing. He has gone now. It's the hospital," he looked at him, "Are you okay? Song Feng, don't be brave."

Song Feng took a breath: "I will definitely kill that scum this time!"

Xiao Mingxuan was stunned, he could guess the general situation through the voice of the communicator just now, knowing that the other party found someone who looked like his teacher to deal with him, he was sure again that the person behind the scenes really deserved to die, but he didn't expect it to be scum.

"Are you sure it's him?"

Song Feng nodded: "Nine out of ten."

Xiao Mingxuan knew how much Song Feng was obsessed with that person, and knowing that persuasion was useless, he patted his head: "I'll accompany you, and go to the hospital immediately after killing him."

"Ah."

Shao Xiujie watched them interact, and the emotion in his eyes couldn't help deepening. He only saw this, and was supported by his subordinates to leave, and quickly caught up with Fu Shanming in front of him. He glanced sideways, his eyes were very cold, and now it's time to kill him Chance.

Fu Shanming's eyes returned to calm after being dazed - he was rarely calm, but he opened them quietly at this moment.He still retains a little consciousness, and has some awareness of the surrounding situation. At this moment, he looked at Shao Xiujie, and instantly understood what he meant. He turned his gaze back, closed his eyes, and made no expression at all.

His subordinates were immediately alert and put on alert.

Shao Xiujie still stared at Fu Shanming, and his thoughts turned. He had fewer subordinates than this person, not to mention that he was still in charge of the palace now, and Fu Shanming had a huge territory here. If he killed him, he might be finished too.

He withdrew his gaze and left without looking back.

Fu Shanming opened his eyes to look, but his eyes were still calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't look for a long time, and soon closed them again, finally his consciousness became blurred, and he passed out.

Song Feng was helped into the room by Xiao Mingxuan, the living room was bright, he turned his head, and only then did he see Xiao Mingxuan's appearance clearly, this person was also covered in blood, his condition was definitely not good: "You..."

"It's okay, a slight injury," Xiao Mingxuan's expression remained the same, "Some of these belong to Duan Qing."

Song Feng couldn't help frowning, and looked left and right: "Why is it just you, Xiaobai and the others?"

"I have a task for them," Xiao Mingxuan said, leading him inside, "Where is he?"

Song Feng frowned deeper, not sure if Xiao Mingxuan was lying, he took a breath, not wanting to waste time: "Go to the wine cabinet, the oval switch..."

They turned a corner as they spoke, stepped into the inner room, and then stopped immediately. Song Feng could see clearly, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and there was a screen set up there, and there was a person sitting inside, staring at him closely : "Feng, your expression is so pretty, sometimes I think, how is the person I love and hate doing now, his teacher died because of him, will he be so painful that he can't sleep or eat, Living in the torment of self-blame all day long..."

The man changed his posture, propped his head on one hand, and most of his face was covered with burn scars: "Sometimes I also think that that person made me into what I am now, but I am still alive and attracting bees everywhere. Butterfly, what should I do, and then I think day by day, feel uncomfortable day by day, I really want to cut you into pieces, but I think that is too cheap for you, so I finally came up with a good idea, I am going to Eat you from head to toe, and feed the bones to the dogs, what do you think, Feng?"

Song Feng's expression became even more ferocious, wishing he could just tear him apart.

"Don't be so anxious, I'll let you watch something interesting first," the man said and snapped his fingers, and another screen suddenly appeared on the screen, showing the man who had just escaped, tied up in an open space, shouting She said, "Xiaofeng, help me, I don't want to die."

Song Feng squinted his eyes, squeezed his hands, and only heard the scum say: "I made him call that. I said that as long as you are willing to intercede for him, I will not kill him. What do you think Feng? Actually, I I know why you just crippled his hand but didn't kill him, because you couldn't do anything with that face, now, are you asking for mercy?"

Song Feng didn't answer. Looking at the picture over there, he was about to say that the man didn't deserve that face, but suddenly he heard a loud bang, his pupils shrank, and the bomb on the man's body exploded instantly, and his body was blown to pieces. It was torn apart, just like... just like before, his feet went limp, and he lost his strength for a while.

Xiao Mingxuan supported him in time, and his heart sank. This person deliberately made Song Feng relive the tragic death of his teacher, he really deserves to die.

"Feng, the house you're in has been bombed by me," the man held the remote control, "If you don't want to get another one involved, come here obediently, otherwise..."

Song Feng froze, before he could speak, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Cough...then what..."

When they turned their heads, Bai Xuyao ​​stood there in a panic, holding a bunch of things in his hands. He wiped the blood from his forehead and looked at the screen with an innocent face: "Well, if you mean these bombs, I'm sorry to say It was dismantled by me, along with other bombs in the yard, if you want to blow it up, you have to press it again."

Scum: "..."