He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Rex also obviously noticed the stream of light, but he did not have enough time to dodge like his companions.

When he wanted to turn sideways to avoid the streak of light, the streak of light had already come close to him.

He had no time to dodge. In an instant, he felt as if the stream of light had reached his neck and then sank into his neck.

In an instant, it seemed as if something passed through the neck and flew out.

The strength in his body was being drained away quickly, and an inexplicable feeling that he had never experienced before emerged. It was a feeling that was both familiar to him and yet extremely unfamiliar... the feeling of gradually approaching death.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground, his dark brown eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Emotions of horror, disbelief, and fear kept flowing until his eyes turned gray and lost their luster, and as the spasms of his body stopped, he became unconscious and dazed.

"Zhang Beixing is a traitor! Kill him!" Calvin witnessed all this and was already filled with shock.

As far as he could see, he saw Zhang Beixing standing at the edge of the stairs on the second floor, seeming to be holding something in his hands.

Until now, he still hasn't fully figured out what Zhang Beixing's attack method is.

But he was sure that it was not a crossbow, absolutely not!

Because Zhang Beixing had never had such a thing in his hands.

But if not through bows and crossbows, then what could it be?

Did he use his hands? How is that possible!

Zhang Beixing must have some hidden weapon that can cause such great destructive power, yet is very concealed!
But the current situation did not allow him to think further.

He quickly stood up, hid in Zhang Beixing's blind spot, and raised the gun in his hand, ready to send Zhang Beixing away from this world at any time.

After hearing Calvin's words, the other killers in the room reacted immediately and turned their guns around.

More than a dozen black gun muzzles were pointed at the stairs on the second floor, and everyone pulled the trigger at the same time at the position where Zhang Beixing was standing.

When fierce gunfire sounded, Zhang Beixing squatted down and dodged to the side without any hesitation.

He huddled in a corner, the sound of gunfire ringing in his ears like a death warrant, constantly urging him to kill the annoying flies below.

Yes, only by killing everyone here can he escape.

If Officer Liang had shown up a little later and this group of people had discovered them a little later, he could have used the flying needle technique to help the police catch these people when the police rushed through the door.

But sometimes things are just like this, it is impossible for everything to go according to his previous imagination.

Fortunately, Zhang Beixing also knew this, so he never took a rest, but was always tense and ready.

A layer of fine sweat beads had seeped out of his forehead, the pores on his face were completely open at this moment, and his facial muscles were trembling unconsciously.

Then he took a deep breath, feeling the inexplicable power in his body mobilized by his thoughts and condensed at his fingertips.

Suddenly, he stood up, his eyes fixed on the two killers who were shooting and had not yet reacted, and instantly threw the needle in his hands!
With two whooshing sounds, two streams of light shot out unhindered, instantly reaching the throats of the two killers and passing through them.

Zhang Beixing ignored the situation of the two people, immediately retracted his body and continued to move to the other side.

"Go to the second floor and stop him!" Calvin commanded at the top of his voice, with panic and tension in his voice.

The sound of gunfire and chaotic footsteps intertwined and echoed continuously.

Zhang Beixing pinched the two needles again, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.

With the help of his enhanced five senses, Zhang Beixing easily determined the approximate location of each killer who fired a shot. He also naturally knew how to dodge the bullets and where to appear so as not to be easily shot in the first place.

He appeared at the stairs without hesitation and threw the needle in his hand again at the two killers who were climbing the stairs quickly!
Thump, thump.

The two killers fell backwards, and several killers behind them fell down with them.

In a flash, Zhang Beixing had already grabbed the other two needles and threw them at the two killers who were shooting.

Thump, thump.

The originally fierce gunshots became faint and sporadic at this moment. The bodies that fell to the ground, twitched, and struggled one after another, as well as the scenes that seemed to be popping their eyeballs out, constantly stimulated Calvin's nerves.

His body was tense to the extreme, his face was almost dull, and the shock in his eyes was beyond words.

What exactly is going on?

How can Zhang Beixing be so strong?

He is obviously just a minor character who can use weapons, and is obviously a character that they can manipulate and control at will.

But now, he has transformed into the god of death, reaping the lives of the organization members present.

How many secrets does Zhang Beixing hide?
Calvin now feels that the organization's framing of Zhang Beixing is the most wrong thing it has done in recent years.

From the current perspective, this is indeed the case.

If Zhang Beixing had not been recruited into the organization, nothing that happened today would have happened.

But now, it was too late and there was no time for him to do anything to remedy the situation.

The only way now is to kill Zhang Beixing and make up for the losses!
As soon as he thought of this, he immediately flashed out from the blind spot, raised his pistol, aimed at where Zhang Beixing's head appeared, and quickly pulled the trigger.

However, Zhang Beixing seemed to have anticipated it. He dodged in advance, quickly lay down, and hid himself with the help of the shield on the second floor.

"Damn it! Zhang Beixing deserves to die!" Calvin almost bit his teeth off, but it was of no use.

He shouted and roared in powerless anger, his finger constantly pulling the trigger as if he was venting his anger.

However, with two whooshing sounds, two more sounds of breaking through the air came, and two more killers covered their necks and fell to the ground twitching.

Calvin's tense nerves could not withstand the slightest stimulation. He rolled on the ground, picked up two pistols, and shot at the position on the second floor in succession.

However, he was like a master of human body outlining, and Zhang Beixing dodged every shot.

At this moment, the faint sound, like the coming of death, sounded again.

Calvin watched helplessly as the two remaining killers dropped their guns in less than a second. They raised their hands to cover their necks with terrified expressions, and their bodies fell weakly, spasming and twitching.

Both pistols were empty, but he was still pulling the trigger.

The smell of gunpowder, gun smoke and a faint smell of blood intertwined together and drilled into his nose almost madly.

He picked up a pistol again, clenched his hands, pointed the gun at the second floor, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zhang Beixing! Come out!" He was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat on his forehead kept sliding down his cheeks.

He kept turning the gun, ready to pull the trigger as soon as he saw Zhang Beixing show up.

However, no one paid any attention to him. The living room was eerily quiet, almost deathly silent.

In such a quiet state, the sirens outside the house seemed so harsh.

He couldn't run away anymore... There were a lot of police officers outside, there was no way he could get away.

Of course, he was also prepared to be caught or shot by the police.

But before that, he must kill Zhang Beixing, he must kill the person who can be "controlled at will"!
As his thoughts raced, he suddenly saw a figure emerge.

Without any hesitation, he turned the gun towards the figure with a killer's instinct and pulled the trigger.

But at the moment he pulled the trigger, he saw the "figure" clearly - it was just a piece of clothing, a sweatshirt!

Oh no, I got fooled...

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Beixing's figure suddenly appearing on the other side of the second floor and jumping down from the second floor.

At the same time, he also saw that Zhang Beixing was holding a needle in his hand when he jumped down.

Before he could turn the gun around, he saw Zhang Beixing narrowing his eyes, raising his hand and throwing the needle in his hand towards him.

It was too late... With a whoosh, a streak of light with a speed close to that of a bullet flashed by and reached his neck in an instant.

The next second, he could no longer hold the gun in his hand and let it fall to the ground.

A subtle and gentle pain came from the neck, but it quickly spread to every part of the body and the brain.

My strength is dissipating bit by bit and breathing is becoming more and more difficult, as if my trachea is blocked.

A strong feeling of suffocation came over him without warning, and his body leaned backwards, but his eyes were always fixed on Zhang Beixing who was freely falling.

He finally understood Zhang Beixing's method of killing people - there was no so-called hidden weapon or trick, only a method, a method of throwing a needle simply by relying on the strength of the fingers...

But how is this possible?
Can a small needle burst out with such powerful force simply by relying on the explosive power of fingers?
However, this was the fact, and there was nothing he could do no matter how much he didn't believe it.

With a thud, his body fell heavily to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and watched Zhang Beixing roll up on the ground, patting his clothes, not even looking at him, and looking around for a target that he might have missed.

Finally, he saw Zhang Beixing standing there, breathing heavily, his eyes looking towards him - that look was mocking and cold, calm and confident to a terrifying degree.

Is this Zhang Beixing’s true face?
A genius who can be called a top killer genius... His eyes dimmed little by little, and the scattered thoughts in his brain were also converging and dissipating.

It would be great if Zhang Beixing really chose to join the organization...

At the entrance of the manor, Liang Shaoke, wearing a bulletproof vest and holding up a pistol in one hand, looked sternly at the special police gathered around him.

After hearing the dense gunfire in the house become weaker and then disappear, his face immediately "clicked" - it was probably over.

It is very likely that those people have already killed Zhang Beixing and are preparing to break out.

He gritted his teeth and the figure of Zhang Beixing emerged in his mind - the young man who looked as old as his daughter, the young man who was framed but could not refute and always endured silently, the young man who acted as bait without hesitation after learning about their police plan...

It can be said that it was all thanks to Zhang Beixing that the police were able to find the lair of the mysterious organization behind the scenes and mobilize special police here.

If there was no Zhang Beixing, the police could only guess that there was an organization behind Zhang Beixing that was framing him, and that this organization was extremely dangerous; but they would not be able to eliminate this organization at all, nor could they find any information about this organization.

It can also be said that even if it is found, this organization may have already left Fenglan City.

Without Zhang Beixing's cooperation, nothing would have happened now.

Zhang Beixing is a hero of their police force. Regardless of whether he has killed or injured anyone before, he is a well-deserved hero in this operation alone!
But now, this hero is likely to have died in there. Liang Shaoke's thoughts raced, his teeth clenched, his eyes bloodshot.

He raised his hand and made several gestures in the air, quickly formulating the next battle plan.

In just a few seconds he made all the plans and then carefully placed his hand on the door handle.

In the next moment, he suddenly turned the doorknob and the door opened. He quickly slipped through the crack in the door and was the first to step into the room.

After a roll, he half-crouched and stood up, with the gun in his hand pointed at the only figure in the living room, and shouted sternly: "Don't move! Police..."

However, before he could finish his words, he froze in place, his eyes dull, his body stiff, staring at Zhang Beixing in the living room.

At this moment, dozens of special police rushed into the room. They were also stunned, staring blankly at Zhang Beixing standing among the many corpses.

His hands hung naturally, his head was lowered, and his chest heaved violently.

Liang Shaoke put down his gun and stared at Zhang Beixing in confusion, surprise and dullness.

He stood up slowly and glanced at the corpses on the ground.

The bodies died in similar conditions, some lying on their backs, some facing the ground, and some lying on their sides.

They all raised their hands to cover their necks and struggled violently before death, but ultimately they could not escape the fate of death.

This... was all done by Zhang Beixing?
Liang Shaoke looked up suddenly, his pupils dilated, his eyes full of disbelief.

Once this outrageous idea came up, it spread uncontrollably.

In this manor, there should have been only Zhang Beixing and these corpses before breaking in.

Who else could have killed these people except Zhang Beixing?
But how did Zhang Beixing do it? There were more than a dozen people, all armed with guns, and they were probably trained.

How could he have killed so many people by himself?
He used that mysterious weapon!
Liang Shaoke's mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, his facial muscles twitched rapidly, and he was shocked beyond words.

The same was true for the special police officers nearby, who stood stiffly in place like statues.

They knew that Zhang Beixing, who was wanted by the police, was actually an undercover agent of the police.

So, when they saw that Zhang Beixing was the only one left in the room, they were completely dumbfounded.

Zhang Beixing...is he really just an undercover agent for the police?
Why doesn't it look like that... The corpses all over the ground and Zhang Beixing's condition make it hard not to suspect that he is a murderer.

At this time, Liang Shaoke walked towards Zhang Beixing cautiously.

At the same time, Zhang Beixing also raised his head and stared at Officer Liang who was approaching.

His chest was still heaving, his eyes were bloodshot, and his facial expression was somewhat unnatural. (End of this chapter)