Looking forward to the stars

Leaning in Feng Fan's arms, he asked him:

"Did you arrange the drunk at the 'Transcendence' bar?"

"Yes, create an opportunity to meet you and let you remember me."

"To be honest, but I was hit in the face and it still hurts."

"That was unexpected, and it didn't mean you got it back hard for you later."

"But I still don't accept it, so I can't find a better way."

"The location is favorable and the people are friendly. It is not easy to impress you with an ordinary method. What do you want to do? Call back?"

"Well, I'm going to get it back now."

He raised his head to look at Feng Fan's charming eyes in the dark night, the deep purple color that seemed to be able to absorb people's soul when they first met, suddenly kissed him on the face, and said with a smile:

"It's even now."

Feng Fan pulled him into his arms again, resting his chin on the top of his head, with mixed feelings in his heart.

This place is Xiaojin's favorite place.

In the dead of night, they listened to each other's heartbeat and remained silent.

I love you, Feng Fan, if you treat me as someone else, I will snatch you back from him, you only belong to me.

Zhan Chen leaned against Feng Fan's arms and gradually fell asleep.The moon was in the middle of the sky, and there was no cool breeze in the second half of the night on the mountain, which made people feel cold. Feng Fan was worried that he would catch a cold and have a fever, so he carried him out of the pavilion and walked to the villa.

The murderous intent came suddenly, Feng Fan felt it, and quickly rushed into the nearby woods to hide, holding his breath and listening to the opponent's footsteps, three, five, eight, ten, at least ten enemies were surrounding them.

One pair of ten.

Zhan Chen was awakened by the shock, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw the darkness in front of him, Feng Fan's eyes were glowing coldly, looking at him in the dark, bloodthirsty, he realized that the situation had changed.

"What's wrong."

He looked back and felt bloody murderous intent explode in the air.

"seal up…"

Before he had time to call out his name, Feng Fan pressed the acupuncture points on his neck, his brain was instantly deprived of oxygen, his eyes stayed on the last look at Feng Fan, startled and terrified, his head tilted, and he fell into a coma.

Feng Fan kissed him on the forehead.

"Sleep for a while, and wait for me to pick you up."

He laid Zhanchen flat on the grass, and after carefully checking that no one was moving around, he rushed to another hidden spot. He could hear the sound of the opponent's bullet being loaded. His gun was in the car, and he had to get one now.

Night is his Shura field, and someone comes to die.

In the dark night, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes glowed like flames of hellfire, the son of the night, the killing is ruthless.

The branches and leaves of the bushes on the left trembled. There was someone with an extremely weak voice. They seemed to be well-trained. The visitor was holding a gun and approached the villa cautiously. Feng Fan hid behind a tree sideways and looked at the visitor. Those were the eyes of the desert wolf. , a terrific light, a hand was pulled out from the darkness and strangled the enemy's throat, the speed was so fast, before he had time to confirm the direction, his five fingers pierced his bones, picked his neck, twisted it off, he was killed without even making a sound, dragged into the forest.

next.

I saw a black shadow flashing past, like a monster, the demonic hand from hell covered his mouth and nose, and he felt cold bones and fingers in his throat. He closed his breath and locked his throat without dripping blood. hide.

Next, the other two who stayed behind the forest break also returned to the loess without a sound. Only the bright moon above their heads and the bright fireworks in the sky witnessed this ruthless and cruel destruction.

The fifth person reacted quickly. The leader of the outside line saw those eyes before he died and uttered a scream, which caused his accomplices to attack in the opposite direction. One of them approached the jungle with a gun. Maybe he was unlucky and saw the lying In Zhanchen not far away, he proceeded cautiously. In the darkness, a silver dart shot out from the dense forest, directly hitting the back of his forehead, and blood spattered everywhere.

Feng Fan stepped out of the jungle, took advantage of the situation and turned over several times, light as a leopard, and lurked behind a guiding stele. He could no longer hide in the forest, lest he accidentally hurt Zhanchen, and he lured everyone else out.

There were gunshots and fireworks.

Holding the gun in both hands, Feng Fan struck directly between the eyebrows, and shot the heads that popped up, but in just a few tens of seconds, the three of them were killed.

The remaining people panicked, and eight of them were killed within a few minutes, while the opponent was only one, without any injuries.

"Bah, hell."

One of them cursed:

"His grandma, why did no one tell me that this person is so strong, he is simply inhuman."

"Boss, what should we do? Retreat? I want to go back and settle accounts with him."

The remaining four were indecisive and confused, and now they have become fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. If they want to go out, they must pass the guidepost, and the person who looks like a god of death is guarding there, attacking is death , to keep is also to die.

"Both of you, fight left and right, find a place to hide, and use up his bullets. I don't believe what he can do without the gun."

"Let's attack from the front. Be careful not to expose yourself. That person has strong night vision in the dark, and his marksmanship is superb. If he is exposed, he will die. Do you understand?"

The leader wiped the sweat from his head, never met such a superb person, can he get out alive?

Only by luck.

Feng Fan leaned on the stone tablet to change the magazines. When he killed the people in the forest, he took all their bullets. He guessed that there were 12 people, and now there are four left, two magazines, 16 bullets, plus the bullets in the chamber. Three, a total of 19, can't be used up before returning to the car, keep at least three, just in case, only 16 can be used now.

A pair of four.

In the previous battle, the opponent will definitely not rush forward again and change the battle plan, and the only advantage they have is the bullet.

Four against one.

One of them was not reconciled and shouted:

"You give me the fuck..."

Before he finished speaking, a shot was shot between the eyebrows, blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground dead.

The other three were terrified, perhaps it was the death of their companions that stimulated them,

"Boss, let's cover, you run away."

Abandoning the tactics, the other two were holding their guns and shooting violently like crazy.

In the night sky, a grand firework blooms under the stars, colorful and colorful, like a butterfly spreading its wings, swaying in mid-air, enchanting thousands of miles away.

The firepower was too strong, Feng Fan had to change places, and shot through the street lamp. The people on the opposite side couldn't figure out his actions in the dark. They only knew that the gunshots and flames were coming from behind the stone tablet. Picking up a nest of grass, threw it to the left, and fired several shots at the mud. The two of them changed the muzzle of their guns and fired at the thrown grass. The two men who fired the gun shot each in the chest, the gunfire went out, he rolled into the woods, and the mountain returned to calm.

one-on-one.

Seeing that all the subordinates he had brought were dead, the rest of the bosses became red-eyed and chased into the woods too.

Feng Fan glanced at Zhan Chen. From just now until now, Zhan Chen has never left his sight. There is still some distance between him and him, so he will solve the rest here.

A cool breeze blew, caressing the forest leaves, with a strong smell of blood, the man did not move, stayed behind the tree trunk, vigilantly patrolling around, I have to say that he can still maintain his composure, worthy of being the leader, but , even if he wasn't breathing, Feng Fan could still find him.

Because of gunpowder.

His gun has just been fired, and the smell of gunpowder smoke is still lingering on the muzzle. He has never fired a gun in the woods just now. If he was standing at Feng Fan's upper wind, the wind blowing down must have the smell of gunpowder. Smells are quick to locate; if he's downwind, it's just more time-consuming to find.

Still luck.

Meeting Feng Fan, he will have no luck in his life, because he will die tonight.

Someone was approaching step by step in the shadow of the tree, with a beast-like aura, fierce and mighty, like the king of the jungle, people couldn't help but worship him, prostrating at his feet, he was so frightened that he couldn't control his hands, and opened his mouth tremblingly. gun.

The target was determined, and the figure hanging upside down from the tree sealed his throat with one hand. He opened his dying eyes, wanting to see what this ghost-like person looked like, but he saw a pair of eyes that seemed to be glowing with purple light, indifferent, strange and beautiful.

Down, dead.

The killing lasted only 10 minutes.

The moon is still in the middle of the sky, as if it has not moved, and the fireworks are still in full bloom, shining brightly, piercing the sky, and disappearing in a flash.

Feng Fan came back and picked up Zhan Chen. His body was a little cold, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was struggling, and he turned his back to the blue sky and walked into the car.

Back at the villa in the suburbs, Qi Bo had already fallen asleep. He carried Zhan Chen into the bathroom, put in hot water to warm his body, and when he cooked some ginger soup downstairs and served it, Zhan Chen had already woken up. Entering the door, Zhan Chen walked over and slowly wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Are you injured?"

"No."

"Who are they?"

"do not know."

Zhanchen didn't speak anymore, just hugged him tightly, he knew that he was capable of dealing with those people alone, he didn't want to involve himself in it, he knew it was for his own good, but the worry in his heart still made him unable to let go.

What was your past like?

He buried his head in Feng Fan's neck and remained silent, Feng Fan put one arm around his waist.

"Let me go first."

Zhan Chen saw that Feng Fan was holding a small bowl of ginger soup in his hand.

"Drink it."

Zhan Chen obediently obeyed Feng Fan's order, and wanted to ask something, but seeing Feng Fan's expression, he kept silent.

If he didn't want me to know, he wouldn't tell me.

"Why is it still a little cold?"

Feng Fan put Zhan Chen on the bed, and pulled the quilt over him.

"It's getting late, go to bed first, I'm going to take a shower."

Hearing the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Zhan Chen lay on the bed unable to fall asleep, remembering that Feng Fan had never responded to him directly since he confessed his love to him, maybe it was his own wishful thinking, but his actions and attitude made him dismiss it again the idea.

He should like me.

Zhan Chen muttered in his heart.

Feng Fan came out of the shower, heard Zhan Chen's steady breathing, turned off the light, put his chest close to his back, wrapped him in his arms, watched the shadows of the branches reflected on the curtains, and didn't sleep for a long time.Zhanchen didn't sleep either, just let him hug him like this, feel his warmth, and think about his own thoughts.

"what's the result?"

"No one will be left behind when we send out."

"I said it earlier, he is not someone you can move, so if you set yourself on fire, please ask for blessings."

"As long as I'm not in China, he can't do anything about me."

"Hmph, is it? If you pick out tiger hair, you won't be able to sit back and relax at the end of the world."

"You know him well?"

"You don't need to know about this. It's best to do the next thing cleanly. Any clues will allow Beijing to find you. Then you won't just have to deal with him."

After a long silence, the man sat on the recliner, playing with the purple wrench in his hand.

"I see. I will avoid it during this time. What does my superior say?"

"He will put 1000 million in your account and buy you to seal it."

The man gets excited.

"Yes, I promise not to mess with him again and leave no clues."

Beep... There was a blind tone on the phone.

On the third day, when Zhan Chen returned to the newspaper office, Wang Dahai smiled and called him to the office.

"Qisheng Company faxed the company's recent event proposal two days ago, including the venue, scale, and attendees. Now our newspaper can take the top spot, thanks to you, Zhanchen."

"is it?"

He didn't know, he never really intended to get these from Feng Fan, and Feng Fan also knew that he would not benefit from their relationship, so he directly passed it on to the newspaper in private.

"The next thing is to rely on you, Zhanchen, keep working hard and try to get more materials for the newspaper. Our newspaper is in a transition period. I hope you can understand this."

"Wang Bian, I know this, but I refused. Last time I agreed to go to you because of ignorance, but there will be no next time. Since we are in the transition period, we should rely on our strengths, rather than opportunistic and tricky."

"you…"

Wang Dahai was so angry that he couldn't speak, he didn't expect that Zhan Chen would reject him outright, and instead gave him a lesson, he was really young and frivolous.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go out first."

After speaking, he slammed the door and left.

Wang Dahai vomited blood on his back to the sky. The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers and does not see him like this. The relationship is very close.

"Hmph, children can't be taught, keep them and reform them later."

Wang Dahai found a step for himself, and with two beards curled up, he turned over to read his newspaper, only to realize that it was upside down halfway through.

Zhan Chen returned to his seat, calmed down, if what happened last night was too sensational, it would definitely be published in the newspaper today, so he went to the mailbox to get today's newspaper.

"No, nothing was reported about last night, how could this be?"

Zhan Chen was talking to himself, and Xiao Chen, who was about to sit, came over.

"Hey, you're finally back, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, nothing major happened in today's newspaper."

"It's nothing. It's a peaceful day. The biggest thing is the marriage of the ex-mayor's daughter. Oh, and there was a fire in Fengtai residential area last night, and the circuit was old and burned. These accidents are really terrible and unpredictable. I heard that the owner of the house I couldn’t sleep well, took sleeping pills, and ended up being burned to ashes the next day.”

"Oh, that's bad luck."

"What's interesting is that the man still has a priceless Qing Dynasty purple finger ring on his finger. There is no descendant. Now it has been confiscated. I really want to see it. I heard it is rare."

"You are a fan of antiques, so you have handed over such precious things long ago."

"I think so, so I don't ask too much."