The strongest soldier

The moonlight is hazy, the night wind is blowing, and the leaves are flying. A luxurious manor villa is filled with lights and shadows. The surrounding trees are dense, covering most of the room. Four bodyguards are watching the surroundings vigilantly outside the villa's large iron gate. Inside the large iron gate It is a small fountain square with several luxury sports cars parked around it. A dozen bodyguards are spread out vigilantly around the place to enforce security. There are even two bodyguards standing at the door of the living room.

In the living room, a huge crystal chandelier exudes bright light, illuminating the living room as bright as day. This is a three-and-a-half-story villa. The living room is half hollow, and the crystal chandelier hangs down, still five meters high from the inside. Below is an enclosed rhino leather sofa and cashmere rug.

Sitting on the main seat of the sofa is a man, about forty years old, with short hair, his eyes slightly condensed into needle-like shapes, staring coldly in the direction of the door. He is wearing a well-tailored suit and looks extraordinary. There is a handful of coffee beans placed on the marble coffee table in front of him. Desert Eagle, being able to handle this pistol with amazing recoil is enough to show that this person is extraordinary.

What's even weirder is that there are six capable men in suits and leather shoes standing on both sides of this man. They are holding micro-flush in their hands, their eyes are slightly focused, and they suppress the burst of murderous aura. They stand upright and motionless, without even blinking. Looking ahead, they are obviously well-trained masters.

At this time, the intercom placed on the coffee table suddenly sounded a mechanical electronic voice: "Here it comes, it's up to you."

The corners of the sitting man's mouth raised, evoking a cold murderous look, and he made a gesture. The people standing on both sides did not move, but a dozen gunmen suddenly rushed out of the room, all of them were micro-attacks. This kind of weapon fires very fast. It is fast, has strong firepower, and is suitable for close combat. It is the first choice for street fighting and indoor fighting.

Suddenly, the man who was sitting upright picked up the walkie-talkie and turned it off. He made a gesture. The people who rushed out quickly spread out and took cover. The gun was aimed at the windows, doors, stairs and other directions where possible penetration. Suddenly, the door was closed tightly. The door slowly opened, revealing two bodies lying on the ground.

The door was quiet, no one came in, and no sound was heard. The door seemed to have been blown open by the wind. The moonlight shone in, and you could vaguely see the surprised expression on the face of the corpse on the ground. A strange breath spread, The people in the room didn't move, waiting coldly.

Suddenly, a black shadow rolled in from the door, as fast as a ghost.

"Ta-ta-ta--" The people in the room didn't need any orders at all, they opened fire almost at the same time. The bullets rained down on the people rolling in. Each bullet flickered in the void, like a will-o'-the-wisp. Sparks flew everywhere when it hit the marble floor.

The person who rolled in suddenly jumped up and flew towards the window like a big bird. He slammed the window open and the glass shattered. The person disappeared outside the window and disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there. Normally, if it weren't for the broken window, everyone would have suspected that what just came in was just a shadow, not a person. However, how could a person be so fast?

Everyone looked at each other in horror, and then looked at the man sitting on the sofa. The man just snorted, his face still as cold as frost, and glanced at the three people standing on the left. The three nodded knowingly and rushed quickly. Going up, the two of them walked through the door, and the other person went through the window with a swish, his movements were unusually quick.

The three people standing on the right also moved, but instead of going out, they lined up in front of the man, with the muzzles of their guns pointed forward. A beast-like murderous aura erupted from their bodies, and their faces were full of indifference. expression, at this moment, intensive gunshots came from upstairs, like setting off firecrackers.

The man snorted disdainfully, picked up the Desert Eagle on the coffee table, looked at the people around him and made a gesture. The gunmen swarmed up and rushed upstairs, but the man looked at the three people in front of him, made a gesture and rushed outside. Go, rush out the door in two steps, and glance at the two corpses on the ground.

The body was clean and had no wounds, but the head had been deformed. It was obvious that someone had broken the neck. Looking at the dozen or so bodyguards in the parking lot in front, they were all hiding behind the car and looking around. They had no idea what had happened. This meant The visitor easily broke off the two bodyguards at the door without alerting the bodyguards not far away. What kind of method was this? The man's expression changed, his fighting spirit surged, and he rushed forward.

The three bodyguards following behind also followed the man and rushed to the gate. They found that the four bodyguards at the door had also had their necks broken. The movements were clean and neat, leaving no wounds. The man looked at the man who was chasing him with a cold face. The gunman looked up at the roof and saw two black figures flying away from the roof as fast as lightning. He couldn't help but shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go."

Everyone chased after the man, no one shouted, no one fired randomly, the speed was very fast, and disappeared in the direction of the gate in the blink of an eye. The gate returned to silence, except for the four corpses lying on the ground. The gentle breeze blowing slowly through the leaves makes a strange and heart-stopping sound.

On the leisure chairs in the small park not far away, Luo Zheng and Liu Qingqing sat quietly, listening to the sound coming from the headsets. The situation was worse than they expected. Luo Zheng did not expect that there were so many gunmen in the villa. , the attacking brothers are evacuating, they cannot ask questions, otherwise they will disturb everyone, Luo Zheng is waiting anxiously.

Liu Qingqing next to him said with a solemn face: "Judging from the gunshots, there must be dozens of people on the other side, and there is indeed movement in the villas on both sides. Fortunately, we are evacuating to the north. If we evacuate to the east and west, we will hit the villas on both sides." The enemy is at gunpoint, and these bastards have already prepared and laid a trap waiting for us."

Luo Zheng did not speak, his face was sullen and silent. This operation failed again, and he fell into passivity again. Why was every move expected by the enemy? Are there any traitors in the team? Or is it that your opponent knows you very well and can calculate every move accurately? If it's the latter, then this operation may be in trouble.

A few minutes later, Tie Diao's voice came from the headset: "Brother, it's so dangerous. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Tell me about your situation. Are you all safe?" Luo Zheng asked quickly with concern.

"It's safe. Don't worry. We have escaped the enemy's pursuit. I was the first to rush into the lobby of the villa. There was a middle-aged man in the lobby who was in command. He was about forty. There were six holy warriors and a dozen gunmen. If it weren't for my speed, , break the window and evacuate, you won’t see me anymore, brother. These bastards have obviously expected us to go back. What’s going on? Is there a traitor among us? "

"It's not the traitors, it's the enemies who have anticipated our actions." Luo Zheng said in a deep voice.

"Reason?" Tie Diao said in a deep voice. Tie Diao, who had just left the gate of hell, was extremely angry. If he didn't have absolute trust in Luo Zheng, he would have suspected Luo Zheng to let him die. If he didn't understand this matter, Tie Diao would feel Unable to calm down his anger, he began to ask questions unceremoniously.