mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 1429 Teaching Gas Tanks

As the night gradually darkened, the Jinyueyuan villa area was decorated with lights and festoons, and two red lanterns were hung outside the door of each villa.

This is provided by the property and does not require residents to do it themselves.

On the spotless streets, you can see hanging colored lights every other section.

The trees in the green belts on both sides are also hung with light strips.

On the whole, it gives people a colorful and very gorgeous feeling.

The only fly in the ointment is that few people appreciate these beauties.

The street was deserted and deserted. At first glance, except for the security guards who were still working hard and patrolling, there were hardly any other figures.

In the villa where Xiao Feng was, everyone put on the "Rupert body armor" and looked at each other with an indescribably funny feeling.

"Brother Xiao Feng, this dress is a bit funny." The little girl said while suppressing a smile.

Xiao Feng said indifferently: "The appearance is not important, as long as it works."

But having said that, the funny look will not be lessened by this.

"It means that I can't take out my mobile phone now, otherwise it would be interesting to take a photo as a souvenir." Du Qingyue joked rarely.

Xiao Feng glanced at the time, compared to the information sent by Tang Yunshu, it was less than half an hour before the attack of the devil concentration camp.

He straightened his expression and said, "I'll go up first."

Everyone put away their smiling faces and nodded in agreement.

Time passed by, Xiao Feng was standing on the roof, he caught several black shadows from the corner of his vision, flashing past his sight.

Half a minute later, a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his thirties, less than 1.5 meters tall, full of beards, and with a figure like a gas tank, appeared outside the fence gate.

Xiao Feng took a closer look and recognized the person.

The other party's name is Xie Wencheng, one of the veteran instructors in the devil concentration camp, Xiao Feng is not quite sure when he joined.

But when he entered the devil concentration camp, the other party was already a teacher.

He has a surly personality, and the most taboo thing is that someone makes fun of his figure, he is extremely vengeful, and his methods are quite ruthless.

There used to be a good instructor who made fun of Xie Wencheng's figure in public.

Xie Wencheng didn't get angry immediately, but endured it for a long time, until he had the opportunity to go on a mission together, he seized the opportunity and killed the teacher who made fun of him.

Of course, this is also a rumor, and there is no hard evidence.

"Yanhuang, old friend is here, why don't you come out and meet?" Xie Wencheng asked, his shrill voice sounded harsh.

Xiao Feng said unceremoniously: "Are you blind? I've been standing here for a long time, but you didn't see it?"

"Huh?" Xie Wencheng immediately became alert, quickly left his original position, and took three steps back.

He is very clear that Xiao Feng is not an easy role to take.

Therefore, a high degree of vigilance has been maintained from beginning to end.

At this time, Xie Wencheng followed the voice and saw Xiao Feng standing on the roof.

He frowned, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

In fact, he really didn't notice Xiao Feng before, he just thought it was a sculpture on the roof.

Looking at Xiao Feng's "unique clothing", Xie Wencheng sneered: "Yanhuang, I haven't seen you for so many years, and your dressing style has become like this?"

After asking a sentence, he immediately raised his arm and pulled the trigger continuously.

"Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!"

The sound of a pistol with a silencer is still not small, but at first glance, it doesn't seem like a bullet is fired.

Xiao Feng, who was always vigilant, moved his position immediately, but he was still shot in the right shoulder.

"Ding!"

There was a sound like gold and iron colliding.

Xiao Feng glanced at the safe and sound right button, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Outside the door, Xie Wencheng frowned.

He really didn't understand what kind of clothes Xiao Feng was wearing.

Not to mention being able to stop bullets, it doesn't leave any traces!

When the sneak attack failed, Xie Wencheng put down his pistol, and said with a smile: "Ming people don't say dark words, they came here today to kill you.

If you are sensible, I can still give you a good time, but if you are not, then I have to show you my methods! "

"Just because of you?" Xiao Feng laughed wantonly as if hearing a big joke, "You deserve it too!"

While speaking, two more bullets hit.

"Ta! Tat!"

Xiao Feng dodged again, mockingly said: "You really can't change your shit, the sneak attack is not over yet?"

Xie Wencheng didn't reply, but made a silent gesture while changing the magazine.

The elite members who were ambushing secretly understood, and someone immediately walked around and planned to attack from behind.

Since Xiao Feng was standing on a high place, Xie Wencheng worried that the person who attacked from behind would be seen by Xiao Feng, so he drew Xiao Feng's attention from the front and said, "Yanhuang, why are you bothering?

In the devil concentration camp, no one will treat you badly, so why do you have to take this road? "

Xiao Feng lowered his gaze, deliberately showing a thoughtful look, but in fact he was thinking quickly in his mind, how to lead the guy outside the door, and the people ambush outside, into the yard at once.

After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to give full play to his traditional performing arts, first provoking the other party with words before speaking.

"Xie Wencheng, Xie Wencheng, I remember meeting you many years ago, you have this figure, right?" Xiao Feng twitched his lips and said, "I think you might as well just change your name to gas tank!"

Sure enough, when the question of figure was mentioned, Xie Wencheng's eyes showed anger.

But obviously, this level of ridicule is not enough to make him lose his mind and directly rush in to start a fight with Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng was also aware of this, and continued to taunt: "You said that you look like a gas tank, and you sneak attack every now and then, aren't you still a person?
Oh, sorry, I made a mistake.

You are not a human being, but a gas tank. "

"Fast talk will only make your fate worse!" Xie Wencheng said coldly.

"Really?" Xiao Feng shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I'll tell you the truth, if it were someone else, I'm not sure I'd be really scared, but you, the gas tank, just make me feel ridiculous... "

Next, Xiao Feng kept saying "gas tank".

Exhausted, sarcasm, sarcasm, angry Xie Wencheng's face turned red and white, and his teeth were about to be ground.

And the people in the villa were naturally not idle at the moment.

Lu Yao controls the miniature drone, hovers around the villa, and transmits the picture to the screen in the living room in real time.

Not long after, a figure quietly circling behind appeared on the screen.

Lu Yao turned to the phone and said in a low voice: "Brother Yanhuang, someone is walking behind you, be careful!"

Hearing the reminder in the earphones, Xiao Feng secretly heightened his vigilance, but he kept on mocking Xie Wencheng.

When the vigilance in his heart reached a critical point, Xiao Feng sat down suddenly.

It feels like standing and scolding, tired of scolding, planning to sit down for a while, and then continue scolding.

The moment he sat down...

"despair!"

A bullet passed over his head!

(End of this chapter)