Chapter 877

"Who?"

A gunner suddenly looked back and asked.

It was a shining sword that answered him. With a hiss, it went through his throat bone and strangled the cry of warning in his throat.

Wang Yong's eyes are sharp. Before the first shooter's body falls down, xinyuehu's soft sword is pulled out. He runs fast to the ground and jumps to the second shooter.

The second gunner only had time to turn around, but before he could see what was happening, he felt a chill in his neck.

A thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

After a while, the shooter covered his neck and fell into the flowers.

The two shooters near the flower garden all solved the problem, and the whole process went up and down without even three seconds.

It's all a lion and rabbit crush.

In other directions, there were four other shooters, who were concentrating on the villa without realizing that two of their partners had died behind them.

After Wang Yong killed people, he sneaked into the flowers again, as if he had never appeared.

A scar faced shooter on the side of the villa suddenly frowned and asked, "do you smell anything?"

Another gunner sniffed hard and shook his head: "No. What's the matter? "

"How can I smell blood?"

"The smell of blood? impossible. There's no gunshot. There's no smell of blood. Do you eat too much sashimi in the evening? "

"Maybe." Scar face said to himself.

But he was not at ease and decided to take a look at the front door.

He took two steps around the corner and looked in the direction of the garden.

"No!" Scar face did not see the dead body of the shooter, but found that two shooters were missing.

It's about to fire a warning immediately, but it's a slow step after all.

A cold voice came from his ear: "it's late!"

The next second saw a sword shining, pierced the shooter's neck.

Until death, scar face could not see what the person who killed himself looked like.

If there is an afterlife, he will not go to the corner of the house to cover the perspective. Because the light of the sword came from the other side of the corner.

Wang Yong gently held the body and fixed it in the corner. It's like a dummy model, standing in the corner, looking into the yard.

The shooter with scar face heard the cry of scar face and asked from a distance, "what's wrong? What's the matter? "

Scar face didn't reply, just looked to the yard.

The shooter couldn't help wondering. What's the matter with scar face today? For a while, he said there was a smell of blood. For a while, he looked at the yard like a stone man.

"Hey, brother, do you see any pictures that are not suitable for children? So obsessed? " The shooter joked and walked to scar face.

Hand in scar face shoulder a pat, want to break scar face body.

Scar face's body was broken, and a sword came at the same time.

Through the chest and abdomen of scar face, directly through the shooter's heart.

The shooter died, and the moment before he closed his eyes, he was still thinking, why can the other side recognize his heart so accurately across a person?

"Four." Wang Yong slowly breathed out a breath and pulled out the soft sword of xinyuehu from the two corpses.

With the blade drawn out, a fresh blood splashed out and fell on the ground.

Only on the soft sword of xinyuehu, the autumn water is as clear as a river, without any trace of blood.

At this time, the blood gas in the air is more thick and can not be covered up.

Under the four dead shooters, there was a pool of blood, and it was still spreading.

Wang Yong must solve the remaining enemies as soon as possible.

Whoosh, Wang Yong no longer hides his body, like a ghost escaping into the dark, killing him behind the villa.

There are still two Gunners there to guard against Wang Yong from jumping out of the window.

This time, Wang Yong didn't wait at all. Instead, as soon as he showed up, he killed him with lightning speed.

His body changed two directions on the ground in succession, and his legs burst out with great strength, such as a war horse charging. With unparalleled momentum, he came to the two rear guard gunners.

The two Gunners were shocked and pulled the trigger in a hurry to shoot Wang Yong.

But it's too late.

This is the terrible thing for a master of traditional Chinese arts. Within ten steps, the gun has completely become a toy. No matter how fierce the shooter is, he can't fight back in the face of the Chinese martial arts master's fight.

Wang Yong holds a sword in his right hand and has a horizontal owl head. His head flies directly in the air. When his head falls to the ground, a cloud of blood comes out of his neck.

At the same time, the left hand swings a punch and blows directly on the other person's hand with the gun. There is only a click.

The man's arm was broken, but he couldn't pull the trigger.

Wang Yong didn't look at it. He killed the man with a sword.

So far, six of the ten shooters brought by Zhao Ji have died. The remaining four are all in the villa. I don't know what's going on outside.

Why are ancient assassins so powerful? Even Sima Qian devoted himself to his biography. In addition to the indomitable courage represented at the moment, there is also the superb stealth technology displayed by the assassin.

Jing Ke almost killed the first emperor of Qin in the heavily guarded palace of the king of Qin, while Zhuanzhu succeeded in killing the king of Wu, leaving behind a legend of the peak assassin.

Strictly speaking, what Wang Yong used was only a low-level attack and killing technique, not a assassination.

Wang Yong has seen a real assassin. He can't defend himself. Even if the president of the United States does not have absolute and thorough protection, he will still be under his control.

As the saying goes, "only a thousand days to be a thief, not a thousand days to prevent a thief", is this truth. If you want to deal with this kind of assassin, you have to kill him first. Otherwise, sooner or later, he will find a job.

"It's your turn." Wang Yong glances at the second floor of the villa and enters it with his sword.

On the second floor, Zhao stood at the door, waiting for Wang Yong to get dressed and open the door.

However, he can't wait for Wang Yong.

Zhao Ji's face flashed a look of impatience, and suddenly said: "Wang Yong, I advise you not to play tricks! This villa has been surrounded by me, not even a fly can fly out. If you know the truth, open the door and hand over the USB flash drive, or I will kill Zhao Li and her daughter now! "

With that, Zhao Ji winked at a gunner.

The shooter was ordered to turn and walk to the room where Zhao Li's mother and daughter were.

With a bang, the shooter kicks the door of Zhao Li's mother's and daughter's room open, points the gun barrel at the dark room, and presses the other hand to light up the light.

It's just that when the light came on, he suddenly changed color.

"No, boss! Zhao Li and her daughter are not in the room! "

"What?" When Zhao Ji heard this, his expression changed.

"Kick the door!" Zhao Ji ordered.

Later, the door of Wang Yong's room was kicked open. As the door flew out, a mobile phone fell from the doorframe.

Zhao Ji picked up the mobile phone, looked at the screen, just stayed in the call interface, showing that he made a call two minutes ago.

"Shit Zhao was very angry and broke his cell phone.

He understood that he had been deceived.

It was Wang Yong who spoke to him just now, right, but not Wang Yong in the room, but Wang Yong on the phone.

Wang Yong deliberately put a phone in the room, not only cheated him, but also cheated him of killing Zhao Li's parents!

"Boss, there's no one inside!" A shooter checks and reports.

"I know nobody! What do you mean? Hurry up, they can't escape! " Zhao hated the way.

The remaining four Gunners scurried downstairs to chase out the door.

Just walked to the living room, saw behind the sofa suddenly out of a figure, hands a purple streamer shining in the dark.

The next second, the fastest shooter covered his neck and fell to the ground.

The other three Gunners rushed to the end of the gun shot, the moment the sofa into a sieve.

But strangely, there was no blood running out of the back of the sofa, and it didn't seem to hit.

"How could it be?" The three Gunners looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

According to the truth, sofas are made fishing net like holes, hiding behind the people have no reason.

But why is there no sound of a gun in the human body?

"Spread out carefully!" One of the shooters warned.

The other two moved quickly, scanning carefully around.

They looked all over the living room and couldn't see the enemy.

Are they all hallucinations?

But in fact, the body of the companion is lying on the floor! How could it be an illusion?

When they were puzzled, they saw another sword light rising under the tea table.

With a sword, the two Gunners closest to the coffee table subconsciously retreated.

Sure enough, their brilliant consciousness saved them. This sword light didn't kill anyone.

The two Gunners were glad of their divine reaction, but then they let out an earth shaking cry.

Their wrists were cut off by sword light!

Four hands, all on the ground.

Because the blade was so sharp, they didn't even feel pain for a moment. They just felt that as soon as their wrists were cold, their wrists were separated from their bodies.

If you lose your hand, the gun will fall.

The last shooter witnessed the scene, panicked, and the sense of horror in his eyes was obvious.

He used to think that "one shot in hand, I have it all over the world", and he didn't pay attention to those who were still playing cold weapons.

Now he knew the horror of such people.

A few guns can't resist it at all!

Dada dada!

The last shooter shot wildly, covering the direction of the coffee table, and instantly smashed all the furniture in that position to pieces.

Soon, the bullet was finished, and the shooter changed his clip.

But the sword light changed the clip faster than he did. A sword light appeared and killed him.

Wang Yong came out from a corner, like the God of death in the night, with a pair of cold eyes.

Poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop.

Today, only Zhao Ji is left alone.

Zhao Ji was standing on the stairs on the second floor. He didn't go down or up. He was already scared.

He has been on the South Korean road for so many years, and he has dealt with the South Korean military, but he has never seen such a scene.

Is this still human? This is a humanoid mecha specially made for killing!

There's only one word for all the moves - quick. When the enemy can't react, the battle is over.

Needless to think, the shooter outside has already died under this man's sword.

"Who are you?" Zhao Ji asked in a trembling voice.

In the dark environment, he didn't see each other's face clearly. Even him, not to mention the dead shooters.

I'm afraid even if those people are dead and want to turn into ghosts for revenge, they can't find anyone to ask for their lives.