Female president's private killer

Feng Da, a killer who runs in the dark, doesn't know that Duan Tiandao is pretending to force girls. He is on his way out of work. The greatest beauty of modern society is that it takes only an hour or so to fly from one city to another.

In this winter's solar term, we can't see anything in the sea of clouds, but it's already tens of degrees below zero in this far northern city of Yalda.

At this time, he was carefully shuttling through the dark land, observing all the unnatural places around him.

This area is close to the residence of Zhuang Zhiwu, the biological father of Aries. What is marked on the map is not a point, but an area of nearly one square kilometer.

It is worthy of being a real estate tycoon. It is very rich and willful to circle such a large area where several people live.

It's just

Feng Da squatted under a dry tree, carefully looked at the slightly soft soil near the root, looked up at the cut marks on the trunk, and slowly stood up.

In the dark night, Feng Da was like a ghost, gradually integrated into the darkness.

He carries an ordinary automatic rifle. Although it is not as good as a professional sniper gun, it is not a problem to snipe a target within 500 meters in the dark in Feng Da's hand.

Following the traces of human activities, Feng Da soon found the target.

It was a wooden house built by the lake. It had two floors. It surrounded a small backyard with a wooden fence. There was an ancient tree in the courtyard, and the shade covered most of the wooden house. A gravel path was built in front of the door, winding to the lake.

This wooden house is not luxurious and domineering, but full of modernity. Instead, it is extremely simple, which does not mean that the owner here is short of money, but represents a wayward way of life.

In this cold season, the lake was already frozen, and an original wooden boat was dragged up and put on the shore. The ice cover on the lake has cut marks. It seems that the owner of the wooden house often breaks the ice to get fish.

It seems that this is an ordinary family living a leisurely rural life.

Feng Da arched his body and quickly rushed into the wooden house with the help of terrain and shadow! The automatic rifle was still on his back, and he had an army knife in his hand.

There was a light of fire and candles in the wooden house. The door was hidden. Feng Da stood against the wall by the door for three seconds, suddenly opened the door, and then flashed in.

At the moment of entering the door, his sight was blurred for a moment because of the change of light. When his vision was clear again, Feng Da saw a muzzle only two meters from his forehead!

The living room, which was supposed to be empty, suddenly became real. Feng Da could even feel the heart of the gunman in front of him beating violently. His powerful heart pumped blood to the whole body at a frequency of more than 300 beats per minute, and provided the body with abundant vitality and strong strength.

At this moment, Feng Da can feel the panic, fear, anger and killing of the person in front of him!

It was almost an instinctive reaction. Feng Da, whose life was threatened, turned aside the trajectory of the muzzle, then rushed forward with amazing explosive force and fit into the arms of the gunman. At the moment of bumping the gunman away, his left arm grabbed her back and hip, his head went into his armpit, and the saber in his right hand accurately pierced between her two ribs!

The crazy heart suddenly contracted and wrapped the cold blade!

The bullet in the gun never came out.

Feng Da gently put her body on the ground without making any sound. Only then did he really see her.

This is not a young woman, about twenty-five or six, with fluffy hair tied behind her head at will. Although her face is dotted with freckles, she still calls it beautiful.

The plump body has both elasticity and curve, full of the charm of mature women. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the ceiling absently. Her body was still twitching, but her groan was firmly held in her throat by Feng Da's left hand. The left hand holding the gun hung weakly to his side.

From the feeling from the handle, Feng Da knew that her vitality was rapidly losing and lost her resistance.

He hesitated and thought it unnecessary to turn the blade again.

"Put down your arms!" An old and sad voice sounded behind Feng Da.

Feng Da was sure that he didn't feel anyone so close before he heard the sound. He looked up and saw an old man standing on the stairs with snow-white hair in a mess. The old man is very thin. The wrinkles on his face are as deep as knife carving, full of traces of years. The corners of his mouth were down, and the veins on his face were beating because of too much force.

Looking at the old man's large caliber old gunpowder pistol, Feng Da quickly calculated the probability of dodging the trajectory at the moment of shooting, then slowly released his hand holding the handle, stood up and took a step back.

"Step back!" The old man's eyes were as sharp as Feng Da's blade, and Feng Da's eyes were very calm and could not see any waves.

Feng Dayi stepped back and didn't stop until his back was against the wall.

The old man came down from the stairs and squatted in front of the young woman on the ground. He stroked the wound on her face and chest with his trembling left hand. He held the handle of the knife but didn't pull it out. That would only accelerate her death.

The young woman's absent pupils stared at the sky. Her sight seemed to pass through the ceiling and fall in an endless distance. At this time, she seemed to see something, seemed to forget the pain on her body, smiled, and her face flushed beautifully.

The old man shook her hand and watched her sleep safely with a smile. At this time, Feng Da found that the woman's eyes seemed invisible.

"She is my servant and my keeper." The old man stood up. In just a few minutes, he became old and weak: "there is hatred and interdependence between me and her. Now that she is dead, it can be regarded as a relief for her."

Although he was still pointed at by the muzzle of the gun, Feng Da is now absolutely sure to flash past.

The old man came to the bar in the living room, poured himself a full glass of spirits and drank it down. He vomited wine, waved his pistol and said to Feng Da, "you, sit over there."

Feng Da obediently went from to the other end of the bar. This bar is made of heavy solid wood, which is equivalent to blocking most of his body. He is more sure to dodge the old man's bullet now, but he is not in a hurry. It seems that the old man will drink, so he might as well wait until he drinks more.

After all, his task is to catch the old man alive.

From the data, the old man used to be a special soldier. Even if he was nearly 70, he can't be underestimated.

To Feng Da's surprise, a glass of wine slid down the bar and stopped in front of Feng Da.

"Drink, young man, that's fair." The old man poured himself another glass.

Feng Da hesitated. He was not sure whether the wine was safe. However, through observation, it is strange that he did not feel much hostility and killing in the old man, which is not right. After all, he just killed his man, whether it was a guard or a servant.

Seeing that Feng Da picked up the glass and drank it slowly, the old man nodded with satisfaction, drank a large glass full of spirits, and then said, "young man, you are one of the purest people I have ever seen. That's why I want to buy you a drink. You look like me thirty years ago. "

"Pure?" Feng Da was surprised. He killed a lot of people, maybe even more than most killers.

The old man seemed to see through what Feng Da was thinking, pointed to his head and said, "I don't mean how many people you killed, but here! Now people have only killing, power, wealth and desire in their minds. They don't know what moderation is. Uncontrolled desires will eventually go to destruction. I see great control in your eyes. "

Feng Da did not answer this question. He can't deny that the old man is very accurate. Although he is indulgent, he really has self-control.

"Did Lao Feng send you to kill me?" The old man's face has flushed, and his eyes are a little scattered: "it's been so many years, after all, he's still not at ease."

"I don't know who Lao Feng is, and I'm not here to kill you." Feng Da replied very honestly, "my task is to kidnap you."

"Kidnapping?" The old man said sarcastically. He filled his glass again and said, "so what else does he want to know from me?"

The old man looked at the woman's body. She looked as if she was asleep and looked very peaceful.

He was silent for a while before slowly saying, "her name is Xiao Leng. She will be thirty in a few days. Although she can't see, she has strange telepathy. Your stealth ability is so excellent that I didn't even notice your whereabouts, but she will know. When you come in, she must be pointing a gun at you. It's like laying a trap waiting for you to come to the door. "

Feng Da nodded. This was indeed his feeling when he suddenly saw Xiao Leng, and it was also the reason why he fought with all his strength. This was his instinctive reaction in the face of a powerful opponent.

The old man sighed and said, "in fact, even when her eyes are good, she can't shoot well. Over the past 12 years, she has never left here in order to guard the secrets of me and here. Her biggest wish these years is to wait until I die and go back to see her own children. It's a pity that she is doomed not to wait for this day. "

Feng Da was silent. The kidnapping of the old man seemed not so simple, but he was very self-control, especially the control of curiosity. He knew very well that the less he knew, the safer he would be.

He can imagine Xiao Leng's pain. In those years, his daughter was also taken by his enemy. It took him a year to kill his enemy and find his daughter. That year was the most profound pain for him, let alone 12 years.

Such a woman who yearned to meet her children died in his hands. Feng Da looked like a sleeping little cold, with a faint tightening in his chest.

At this time, Feng Da's heart suddenly passed a cold without any reason. Without thinking, he stepped on the bar with his legs, and the whole person ejected like a shell, directly crashing out of the house from the wooden wall.

Boom!

The hot blast of high explosives hit Feng Da, who was curled up in a ball, and threw him directly 20 meters away!

With a loud voice, Feng fell heavily to the ground. As soon as he touched the ground, Feng Da sprang up, landed on all fours and moved sideways like a crab.

However, Feng Da didn't wait for the expected bullet. He only heard a heavy sound. The old man who was blown away by the blast fell to the ground like a broken pocket.

The wooden house had already been leveled, and the power of high explosives made Feng Dadu, who had evaded in advance, break several bones, not to mention the old man whose physical strength declined with age.

Feng Da went to the old man, squatted down slowly and looked down at the old man who was breathing.

The old man could not see any injury, but blood kept pouring out from under his body. When the old man saw Feng Da, he smiled hard and said, "I didn't expect that you also have the same telepathy as Xiao Leng..."

The old man coughed violently, and blood foam gushed from the corners of his mouth. Feng Da took out a clean cloth and wiped the blood from his mouth.

The old man smiled weakly and sarcastically, "if they want me to live, I will die... At this time, I am too lazy to think so much."

Feng Da looked at the old man without expression.

The old man gasped hard, but the exhaled air seemed to be unable to breathe back to his lungs. He didn't know where his strength came from. He grabbed Feng Da's hand, exhausted his last vitality, and said, "young man, after I die, don't burn me or bury me. Please put me on that wooden boat and let me lie there for a while. I especially like that boat..."

"How I wish I could be cheated by you like this." Feng sighed: "but can you please stop using pig blood when pretending to spit blood? Pig blood stinks. "

The old man who pretended to be dead almost believed himself. As a result, he still didn't succeed: "...."