Female president's private killer

In the middle of the night.

In the night stands a duplex building. The whole house is composed of three independent and interconnected three storey buildings. It looks both independent and intimate.

On the edge of the gate, a neat row of guards stood in the middle of the night.

Fully automatic door

Fully automatic sprinkler pool

Two bronze statues in front of the fountain and two bronze statues

If Duan Tiandao was here, he would recognize that this was the residence of Su Tianlan's father.

Since the last incident at the nanchun exhibition hall, the security work of Mr. Su's house has been strengthened several times, and the guard on duty is personally led by Wei Tuan.

These guards were carefully selected from the elite company. They were not only strong, but also about the same height. Although it was late at night, they were still upright and energetic.

Wei Tuan was also very energetic. His spiritual fingers were a little stiff, so he couldn't help breathing.

This tone vomited out, but he suddenly felt a cool rustle on his neck, as if a cold wind had stabbed him wildly like an arrow.

Wei Tuan was slightly stunned. He saw a stretched dark shadow swimming quickly in the bushes swept by the searchlight. The shadow gave people the feeling of silence like running water, but when moving, it was winding like a snake swimming in the water. It can be imagined that it can give people the illusion of shivering even in the daytime.

The dark shadow must be a person, but the person's figure is hidden in the dark. Although there is a searchlight, it can't illuminate the person's outline at all. The only profound and clear thing is that there seems to be a little black light on his forehead, like a deep vortex.

It seems that even people will lose themselves.

As the man approached, Wei Tuan suddenly felt cold. He suddenly felt cold. It was as if he had suddenly fallen into a cold ice cave, and he hadn't put on his clothes.

"Attention!" The Wei regiment drank softly: "there is an enemy invasion!"

His reaction was very fast and not too nervous.

From his subconscious mind, although the shadow seems very difficult to deal with, after all, there is only one person. It is more than enough to stop the other party from doing anything with the eight battle hardened guards behind him.

But he was wrong.

The guards who received the warning had raised their long guns together and tried to aim at the target, but the target suddenly disappeared.

This disappearance is funny, because the shadow disappeared as if it had never appeared, just like what Wei Tuan saw just now, just a dazzle and an illusion.

Just as the guards were slightly stunned, the dark shadow appeared inexplicably and appeared around them.

After all, elites are elites. After long-term training, they instinctively dropped their guns and touched the saber around their waist.

This distance is too close. Shooting is likely to hurt your companions by mistake, so you must choose hand to hand combat.

A guard cut straight down with a military knife. The knife was sharp and sharp. The black shadow seemed to have not moved, but suddenly hit his abdomen with a knee. The guard immediately turned purple. It seemed that his lungs were stuffed up and he couldn't breathe any more. The whole person bent up. The knife cut on the black shadow's shoulder seemed to be gently put on it.

The shadow seemed motionless just now, but it moved so fast that it could not be seen by the naked eye.

The foot kicked forward quickly into the air, and then covered the top of Mount Tai from top to bottom, and pumped heavily on the back of another guard. The unlucky guy immediately broke in half like a dry wood, and the back of his head touched the instep.

What a terrible power!

The dark shadow seemed to gently brush the corner of his clothes. It was just such a move that the two guards around him suddenly fell back.

A person's chest has completely collapsed, if he can survive and be carried to the hospital. The diagnosis result is definitely that the front was blown by a heavy hammer of hundreds of kilograms.

Another man's head was completely squashed, his brain marrow blood and broken bones gushed out of his five senses, and his body was still dancing with a military knife, like a string puppet, twitching in vain.

It was just a face-to-face effort. The eight guards leaning on Wei Tuan as a barrier lay scattered on the ground, and even failed to give a warning.

Wei Tuan's head began to burst out a gurgling cold sweat. He was not a timid man, but at this moment he even found that he could not move at all. A huge terror invisible pressed his body and mind, just like an elephant on him.

The shadow in front of him finally stopped. Wei Tuan could see clearly that the slender shadow was wearing a strange mask on his face.

The mask presents a strange cyan gray, with a metallic texture, but it seems to be made of some kind of bone. The whole body is full of marble texture. The edge of the mask stands like sawtooth, cold and frightening, and the bristling bone spurs are arrogant and domineering. There is a black, bright and deep gem in the center of the forehead, just like the murderous spirit of the third eye.

The murderous God could kill Wei Tuan as soon as he stretched out his hand, but he didn't do so. He just stood coldly in front of Wei Tuan and seemed to be ready to speak.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time.

Because behind the murderous God, a magnificent figure suddenly appeared.

Well, it should be said to be a magnificent figure.

Because it's a magnificent dog.

No one knows when and where the dog was lurking, but the timing of this attack is absolutely exquisite, which well explains the true meaning of the saying "a biting dog does not bark".

Wei Tuan suddenly had a happy look in his eyes. This fierce retired military dog has won the first class merit! There are at least five lives under its mouth!

But the murderer didn't know that the dog had done meritorious work. He just suddenly turned around and picked up a military knife from the fallen guard. He held it back with his palm, cut horizontally, obliquely, vertically and straight!

The joy in Wei Tuan's eyes suddenly disappeared.

He also came from special forces and studied various fighting skills, including how to use knives.

The dancing range of the masked man's Sabre is completely different from all the sabre skills he knows. It is too concise and direct. There is only one remarkable feature, that is, killing with one knife!

Suddenly, the blood burst, and the military dog suddenly stopped very strangely, changing from a speed of more than ten meters per second to a completely static state, like an iron nail nailing into the earth.

But the masked man didn't stop. There was only one saber, but he waved three residual images. The three sabres like lightning came out together, and the later came first!

One cut the head, one cut the foot, and the other cut the body of the military dog!

The magnificent military dog didn't even bark. He immediately flew back and fell out. After landing, three blood columns splashed on the ground.

What a fast knife!

The masked man dropped his knife expressionless and came to Wei Tuan again. He seemed to want to speak again.

But he was doomed to be speechless, because after the military dog, a man suddenly appeared.

A monk in a blood red robe.

Monks usually come out when they go out. They are very polite, but the monk did not chant Buddha, salute or reason with the masked man.

What he used to greet the masked man was a fist.

A fist bigger than a sea bowl.

The fist was aboveboard and full of gold and stone.

When the wind breaks, there is no Yin and weird smell.

Not a sneak attack.

It's killing.

At the moment the fist appeared, the light fog in the night was forcibly scattered into small particles by the fist wind, which could no longer hinder the line of sight.

The masked man didn't have time to think, because the fist bigger than the sea bowl came to him almost without stopping after shaking the fog.

In his sight, the fist grew countless times.

Because the speed of this fist was too fast, the wind had no time to drum and swing. It was forcibly separated by this fist, so all the voices disappeared and there was a dead silence.

This is killing, full of domineering and indomitable absolute killing!

Faced with such a fist that can expel the air and seems to be faster than the sound, the masked man only had time to make one action.

Back off.

It is more difficult to retreat than to advance.

The roar generated by the strong death threat was still brewing in the chest and abdomen. The skin trembled stimulated by the shadow of death. Before the skin could support its hair, the masked man flew away.

The fist followed.

The eyes of the masked man were suddenly bright, his stomach closed, his chest collapsed, and his feet flew back alternately like lightning.

Fist close, close!

The mountain like terrorist force stabbed the pain between the masked man's chest, tearing his body like a devil, and the fear of death stabbed his mind, but the masked man's eyes were still calm and focused. He kept trying to adjust his posture in the process of pushing back, and even cleverly used the bushes as a cover.

The fist didn't stop at all. Even for a moment, rows of bushes collapsed. Even so, it couldn't stop the fist even for a short moment.

Another big tree was knocked down.

Move on with your fist.

Follow him as cold and strong as the Pluto of hell.

This is a perfect fist with no emotion and no return. You can't resist it. This fist has been integrated with the most absolute determination. It is a certain attitude of the fist maker towards the world.

On the road that the fist must pass through, no one or anything can stop it.

The fist's fist intention is always fixed on the masked man. It only occasionally passes by those shrubs and does not release its real power. However, it is like a flood passing through a small mountain village.

The masked man looked at the approaching fist, his eyes were calm and focused, and the shadow of death was close in his eyes, because the fist was close in front of him. Countless life and death experiences told him that the more dangerous it was, the more he needed to be calm.

Many times it was because of this calm that he succeeded in avoiding death.

I hope so today.

From the fist to the mask man's eyes, the monk wearing only a blood red monk's robe only punched.

Such a fist can't be stopped at all, and no one can stop it.

At present, it seems that only Duan Tiandao can stop this fist, but Duan Tiandao is not here, so it won't stop.

However, when the fist was about to touch the masked man, it stopped.

Such a decisive and perfect punch stopped in front of the masked man.

This transition between pole movement and pole static is not so easy to achieve.

No one in the world can stop this fist, except Duan Tiandao, old man Tianji, and several others.

Among these others, Shi Xiaohai must be included.

Because he hit it himself.

Shi Xiaohai's terrible punch should have hit the masked man with indomitable momentum, and then watched the masked man turn into a small black spot in the air like a boat thrown by a tornado.

But the masked man stood still and did not move, and the terrible punch stopped an inch on the tip of her nose.

Yes, it's her.

Because the masked man just took off the mask. Under the mask, there was a beautiful and exquisite face.

Many people react differently when they see beautiful women. They can be surprised, cheer and secretly take two photos back, but Shi Xiaohai's reaction is so exaggerated that he can step on his chin.

"Is... You?"