Chapter 1692

When Qiangzi approached the third lady with hostility in their eyes, she felt it.

Just from the pace of these three people walking, the third lady is confident that she can kill them all in three seconds.

And the most important thing is that when they show their swords, the three women immediately determine where they come from and who they are: they are from the 59473 army, because the style of the swords used by this army is completely different from that of other troops.

Only these spoiled young soldiers dare to kill people with knives in broad daylight.

At the same time, the third lady knew better why they wanted to kill themselves: they were ordered by Zheng Shanshan.

Zheng Shanshan wanted to kill her because she said something from the bottom of her heart. She hoped that Wendao, who was still a family more than 20 years ago, could face up to the glory of the martyrs in exchange for their blood. Instead of relying on the great glory of greedy heaven, she thought that she could be arrogant forever.

But it's a pity that her words not only didn't move Zheng Shanshan, but also caused her to kill her.

For a few words of harsh advice, Zheng Shanshan did not hesitate to send someone to kill her. The third lady was very bitter in her heart. She cried for the martyrs who had sacrificed her life and the cause they had created with their lives was so blasphemed and worthless.

In the eyes of many tourists, the third lady just waved her hand lightly, and gave up their knife.

"Ah

Qiangzi and others were shocked. They quickly stepped back. When they went to get rid of the gun with their backhand, they saw that the third lady threw down the knife, then raised her right hand - three pistols, just like a magic trick, fell into her hands from the sleeves of her cleaning tooling, and then one by one dropped behind and fell under the Great Wall.

But under her feet, there were bullets all over the ground.

When she threw the pistol back, she had already removed the clip by the way.

"Go back and tell Zheng Shanshan that I've remembered this account. I'll pay it back if I have a chance. If she can live to the day when I wait for the chance."

Three Niang son coldly finish saying, turn round to walk toward crowd.

The crowd broke apart with a crash.

Several foreigners raised their mobile phones to take pictures, but the third lady did not stop them.

Now her heart has been completely cool, Zheng Shanshan's stupid practice, together with her disappointment in the whole 1973, for the first time felt that this unit, which is known as the most mysterious unit in China, should not appear in the world: apart from being naive enough, arrogant enough and humiliating enough, what is left?

"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a fight in the street? And you, give me your cell phone! "

The three of them never expected that the third lady would be like this. After a long time, they suddenly realized something. They rushed to several photographers, grabbed their mobile phones and fell on the ground.

"What are you doing? Why are you robbing my cell phone?"

A foreign man about 50 years old, after his mobile phone was robbed, yelled angrily and reached for it.

Jackson can swear that just now he didn't hold his mobile phone to shoot the murder of Qiangzi and others with a knife in the sky and earth, just like those onlookers around him. He was just absorbed in shooting the scenery here.

The red leaves burning like fire all over the valley made his blood boil, as if he felt the fierce fighting between the farming people and the nomadic people in ancient times.

Jackson can feel that the countless battles inside and outside the great wall are a fierce confrontation between the two cultures of the country. As long as he imagines that there are people fighting bravely on the wall winding for several miles, he will tremble with excitement - he won't go to shoot other people fighting in the street.

However, just when he was ready to choose a good angle to shoot the long dragon winding to the end of the sky, someone rushed over in people's screams and took away his mobile phone.

Jackson is from northern Europe. He is a real gentleman. He is humorous, polite and has outstanding social skills. As early as three years ago, he was a senior leader of the Ministry of foreign affairs of the people's Republic of China. When he came to China this time, he came to the Great Wall as soon as he finished his work and was overwhelmed by the majestic atmosphere here.

I just didn't expect that someone would suddenly snatch his mobile phone. Even if he was highly cultivated, he would be angry. After a big drink, he raised his hand to snatch the mobile phone snatched by Qiangzi.

The strong son shakes a hand, dodges the jack match at the same time, the right foot already ruthlessly stamped in his small stomach.

"Ah

With a scream, Jackson covered his stomach with both hands and staggered back. He stopped when he met a man. He was trembling with pain. He looked up and was about to call his companion from afar, but his heart hurt suddenly.

The whole world seems to be at a standstill at this moment.

Looking at the sky as if it was getting higher and higher, Jackson used all his strength to roar, slowly knelt down on the ground, and then collapsed on the cold green brick.

A saber stabbed him in the back of his heart, deep to the handle.

His mobile phone was smashed on the ground, and the broken parts bounced up and fell on his pale cheek.

It was as if someone was calling his name. The voice was full of panic. Jackson wanted to look up, but he just raised his head and fell into a dark world.

It's cold.

There are also three friends who feel very cold.

He believes that anyone who has been stabbed in the heart with a knife will feel this way.

Sanyou has always covered his heart with both hands, very hard, hoping to cover the blood shooting out, but no matter how hard he tries, the blood like ice water is stubborn and drips out from his fingers, tick by tick, and can't cover it.

Sanyou never retreated. When he staggered back to the third step, he tripped over a corpse on the ground.

Just over half an hour ago, the corpse respectfully offered him a cup of fragrant tea with both hands, called him teacher, and asked him for advice on an action in judo.

This corpse is still a child. He just went to junior high school this year. He is very beautiful and shy, but he is the first of the seventeen disciples of Sanyou to defend the Oriental judo hall.

He was also the first to die.

In front of me, this handsome man with bright eyes seems to be smiling even when killing people. He should be from hell, the servant of the devil, right?

Otherwise, how could he have the heart to kill all the 17 disciples?

Eleven of these 17 people are still children, who have nothing to do with the incident in distant China. This man should have let them go, but he didn't ask. After confirming that the curator of this judo hall is really Sanyou, he showed his knife.

What kind of words can be used to describe a knife?

Sanyou never saw it clearly, and he didn't seem to see it clearly. He only saw one of his favorite disciples, just like a real warrior, holding a wooden samurai sword high in both hands, and rushing over with a strange cry. He was about to use the "cut in the wind" to teach the handsome man who dares to break the vase behind the door

The devil, it seems, just moved his hand.

At this time, Sanyou never found out that he had a knife in his hand. It was a short knife (one of the three Bushido swords). The shops under the jurisdiction of judo hall sold this kind of knife with excellent workmanship but not much killing power.

As Sanyou never saw the rib, then he saw a bloodstain on the neck of the most proud disciple, and the blood rain appeared in the form of a fan, spraying forward.

The devil can avoid, but did not hide, still light smile, shaking the hand of the knife.

What happened next?

Sanyou never wanted to think about it, because he was really afraid.

But the bloody scene was always in his mind. After being shocked, some of his disciples screamed, some cried, some had to hold a knife to the devil, and some turned and fled.

However, no matter crying or shouting, no matter jumping at the devil with a wooden knife or turning around to escape, they did not escape the devil's poisonous hand. It seemed like a century or a second. When Sanyou never woke up, his seventeen disciples had already spilled blood on the spot.

None of them are alive. All of them are fatal. Their throats are cut off.

The blood sprayed to his heart's content dyed the snow-white walls and floors red. The smell of blood everywhere stimulated Sanyou's brain. When the devil stood in front of him, he didn't make any action of resistance.

"Who are you?"

Sanyou always remembered that he seemed to have a moment's conversation with the devil.

The devil replied, "my name is Liao Wusi. You should have heard of it."

"Liao Wusi?"

It seems to have been heard from somewhere, but Sanyou has never forgotten: "why do you come to the Oriental judo hall to kill people?"

Liao Wusi seemed very kind, because he didn't want Sanyou to be a fool, so he asked him, "have you ever been to Beijing this month and kidnapped a beautiful woman? Sent her to the Yellow River in Southern Hebei? "

"Beautiful woman, kidnapping, by the Yellow River?"

Sanyou suddenly woke up: "Oh, yes, I did it. But I took Haoer (one of his 17 disciples) and six of them to do this, which has nothing to do with other people. Why did you kill them? "

"They are implicated by you, you must be able to die."

Liao Wusi said, and he dashed forward. Sanyou always felt cold. He staggered back and tripped over a corpse.

He immediately turned over and knelt up. He wanted to stand up, but his strength was exhausted. It was very difficult for him to support himself and kneel on the ground. He could only gasp like a fish who had left the water. What he said seemed to come from another world: "I know, your name is Liao Wusi, and you are Liao Shuifen's brother, The blue dragon, Liao Wusi, is the most ruthless of the Chinese Jiulong kings

"You're right. I didn't expect that there were people on the island who knew me so well."

Liao Wusi walked slowly to him, raised his foot and raised his chin with his toes: "the broken army is here. Who else are there?"

"I don't know."

Sanyou never felt for the first time that he had something to rely on when he was being held on his chin with his toes. However, his eyes were more and more dim: "even if I knew, I would not tell you that the mistake I made had already involved 11 innocent children."

Before he had finished his words, Liao Wusi answered faintly: "wrong, there are 15. The other four are your parents, as well as your wife and children."

"I - parents, wife and children?"

Sanyou's heart, which had been injured, suddenly jumped, then gave out a hoarse roar and jumped up from the ground.

Liao Wusi looked at him with a smile, and then he fell to the ground again, never moving again.