Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 37 Bravery
"boom!"

Doors were broken and sawdust flying.

"careful!"

"It's that person!"

The three people in the room reacted very quickly. They reacted the moment Fangzheng rushed in. Joe's action was to touch the holster on his waist.

For him, it is a conditioned reflex to draw a gun in case of trouble.

The distance of three meters is very short, but it is enough to kill the opponent.

"puff!"

A dark shadow rushed towards him first, and Qiao subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and felt a pain in his shoulder, and his arm was instantly limp.

ax!

Hitting yourself!
Fangzheng followed closely, trying to give the opponent a final blow, but suddenly there was darkness in front of him, and the tall figure of black Owen blocked his way.

Different from ordinary people.

They are professional mercenaries.

Joe's first reaction when he was attacked was to touch the gun, Owen chose to face the intruder, and Dave picked up the suitcase and took a step back to hide in the dark.

At the same time a dagger appeared in Dave's hand.

"kill!"

Fangzheng drank in a low voice, and the already fast enough speed increased again.

Voice with breath is a technique learned from Wu Hai. The sound is so loud that it can boost fighting spirit and strength in an instant, and make the steps steady.

However, this technique cannot be used much.

Go all out, then decline, and exhaust three times, only at critical moments can it be used.

The black Owen leaned forward. He was two meters tall and strong like a black bear. His thick right arm suddenly struck out.

The simple uppercut, through innumerable contacts, allowed him to drive the strength of his whole body with every punch, without reservation.

this punch,
He has the confidence to knock out opponents.

"Peng!"

The uppercut landed firmly on Fang Zheng's body, and the two also collided.

wrong!

This man has a protective suit on him!

As soon as Owen opened his eyes, before he could make a sound in the future, he felt a powerful force rushing towards him, knocking him out directly.

There is an obvious difference in size between the two, and he is obviously stronger, but he is at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

After knocking Owen away, Fangzheng didn't stop at all. He rushed forward, and his big hand suddenly grabbed the ax on Joe's body, and pulled it hard.

"Bella..."

The rusty ax blade slanted down from Joe's shoulder, cutting half of his neck open, and hot blood sprayed out.

"Joe!"

Dave rushed forward with a roar, and fought with Fang Zheng, who had not yet stabilized his body.

On the top of Fengtou Mountain in the evening, the wind was biting, the light was dim, and the corpse on the ground was still twitching.

The three people in the house were panting desperately, their figures swayed and roared again and again, and with the dull impact, the wooden house was crumbling.

"gun!"

A loud roar broke the deadlock.

The gun was on Joe's body, closest to the black Owen.

A gun is a dead thing, but its deterrent power is far greater than that of a living person. As long as you get a gun, no matter how powerful your opponent is, you will be killed.

"Shh!"

Owen threw himself at Joe's body without hesitation.

Dave rushed towards Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng clasped the side table with one hand, used it as a shield to block the dagger in Dave's hand, and at the same time threw the ax in his hand with a wave of his arm.

"Duh!"

The ax plunged into the soil, forcing Owen to stop.

"roll!"

Fangzheng roared angrily, and with all his might, he overturned the square table and Dave together, and at the same time made a gesture to pounce on the pistol on the ground.

The incandescent lights on the roof swung back and forth, and three figures rushed out one after another.

Goals are the same.

pistol!

"Peng!"

Fangzheng suddenly changed direction, and landed on Owen the black man with a blow. At the same time, he slashed down with one leg, like an ax falling towards Dave.

As for the guns...

He doesn't know how to use it at all?
"what!"

There were screams and roars, a foot was kicked out in the chaos, and the pistol rolled and flew out of the house.

Fangzheng's heart relaxed, and before he had time to make a move, the black Owen had already taken the opportunity to appear behind him and embraced him with open arms.

Throat lock and strangle!

The move he used to kill Dawei just now was used on him this time.

Although Fangzheng stretched out an arm in front of his throat in time, he was still blinded by the sudden burst of force.

"Go to hell!"

Dave, covered in blood, roared and rushed forward, leaping high, the dagger in his hand piercing Fangzheng's heart with his own strength.

"puff!"

The protective clothing sagged instantly, and the sound of fibers breaking could even be heard. Fangzheng roared in pain, and kicked his legs off the ground suddenly.

The rabbit kicks the eagle.

This kick took all the strength of his body.

"Crack!"

Dave's ribs broke instantly, and he was kicked off the ground. When he landed, his limbs stretched out, and he lost his breath.

The other two were also pushed backwards by this force.

"boom……"

Two figures smashed through the wooden wall and rolled out.

Owen struggled to stand up, and seeing Fangzheng shaking his head in an attempt to regain consciousness, he couldn't help roaring and punching him.

"Peng!"

Fang's cheeks hurt, and he staggered back.

"Snapped!"

This time, their fists collided head-on.

Owen weighed a full 140 kilograms, which is a full grade higher than Zhengzheng, and he was the one who fell backwards after the collision.

"what!!!"

The roar was full of doubts, bewilderment and anger.

why?
Why does this Xia Guoren seem to have a weak physique, but he has the power to overwhelm him?

If I had known this before, I shouldn't have taken this job, just because I was idle and bored, I did a small favor, but in the end, several people lost their lives.

"Peng!"

Under the hazy night, two figures collided wildly, and the shaking lights made the shadows twisted strangely, until one of them fell to the ground with a bang.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

Fangzheng was squatting on a rock, his long hair was already wet with sweat, hanging down in strands, his heavy breathing seemed to be pulled by a bellows.

a long time.

He got up slowly, stepped over several corpses, and picked up the dropped pistol from the weeds.

After thinking for a while, he came to the crumbling wooden house again, took out a black suitcase from under the plank, put it on the stone and opened it.

"Wow..."

A golden light came into view.

gold bricks!

Thirty kilograms of gold bricks!
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Sunset Moonrise.

The bright moonlight also adds a special charm to the rugged and difficult mountain road.

Sister Lian Lian walked up the stone steps to Fengtou Mountain with her hands behind her back, and Lao Zhao, who was full of flesh, followed beside her. From afar, she could see a faint fire shaking at the end of the stone steps.

With a smile on her face, she quickened her pace.

"Crackling..."

There was a roar of rotten wood in the bonfire, and a person squatted beside him and threw clothes into the fire, stirring the flame from time to time to keep it burning.

"Dawei!"

Sister Lianlian came near the wooden house and raised her voice.

As for the hunched figure by the fire, she didn't care or care. She presumably was one of the group of professional mercenaries, and she knew such people well.

"Sister Lianlian?"

Fangzheng raised his head, with a strange smile on his face:

"Don't know me?"

"You..." Sister Lianlian looked intently at the voice, there were some bruises on the other side, and the whole person was a little embarrassed, but the appearance was exactly the same as in her impression.

Her cheeks trembled, she gritted her silver teeth and said:

"Fangzheng!"

"It's me." Fangzheng shrugged.

"Where are the others?"

"died."

There was silence.

Old Zhao took out the dagger in the next moment, but his movements froze in place, but Fang Zheng took out something from the side and played with it in his hand.

gun!
"You killed them?" Sister Lianlian's face twitched:
"What are you kidding..."

Those few people are professional mercenaries, and they still have guns in their hands. How can an ordinary person kill them, but the gun is in Fangzheng's hands now, doesn't it mean...

She felt a chill in her heart.

"What's your look like?"

Fangzheng touched his face:
"Am I a monster?"

"No!"

"A person like you is a monster, or a psychopath."

"Peng!"

A gunshot rang out, and a beautiful figure fell to the ground.

"Sure enough." Fangzheng gently blew on the barrel of the gun:
"It's better to use a gun."

"Pfft!"

Old Zhao's knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground.

"Forgive me..."

He also had blood on his hands, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death.

(End of this chapter)