C70

Ye Zheng was in the "Scarlet Flames"

When the special forces were in service, they had participated in many secret military operations. They had seen many dead people's faces: pierced by bullets, torn by shrapnel, soaked by water, burned by flames … However, he still did not expect that the terrifying face of this ghost-masked man would actually exceed his own imagination!

Under the shock and fear, Ye Zheng's movement was slightly slow, and his left ankle was grabbed by the opponent.

In a moment of desperation, Ye Zheng's right foot flew out, kicking the Ghost-Masked Man's temple, forcing him to let go.

Two men in black appeared in the corridor, accompanied by "Da Da Da Da" sounds.

With a sound, a deadly firelight burst out from the Wuz Charge Rod in his hand.

Ye Zheng somersaulted, and retreated continuously, avoiding the incoming bullets. However, the corridor was too narrow, so it was impossible to avoid, so he could only leap backwards, breaking the window at the end of the corridor, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The Ghost-Masked Man slowly got up, and stared blankly at the end of the corridor, his pair of ghost-fire eyes filled with rage.

A black-clothed man ran over, while changing to a magazine, he said loudly to him: "The target has already run away …"

"Crack!"

The Ghost-Masked Man suddenly grabbed his subordinate's head, twisted his neck a hundred and eighty degrees, and then fell down to the ground.

The other lackeys were stunned and dared not to make a sound. The Ghost-Masked Man turned his head and strode towards the stairs.

Ye Zheng fell out of the window and landed on the sixth floor.

The floor was made of hard concrete, so even if he had received strict training, if he fell down, he would still be seriously injured.

Ye Zheng's reaction speed was fast, he grabbed onto the water pipe and slowed down his descent.

Then, he rubbed his feet against the wall and finally stopped.

He looked up and saw the third floor's banquet hall.

Nearly a hundred people had all become hostages and huddled together. This included the owner of the Palm Hotel, Liu Mulin, the investors, Xie Lengyan and the other rich people, as well as the directors and actors of this movie.

Ye Zheng knew that at this moment, this island had already become an isolated island amidst a storm. All contact with the outside world had been cut off and there was no rescue.

If his judgement was not wrong, the "Dark Blade"

When all the elite troops were mobilized and their target was Gao Xiaowen, she was merely someone who had inadvertently stepped in.

If they attacked forcefully, the black clothed men could use automatic weapons to shoot, and the hostages might suffer heavy casualties.

Ye Zheng could only see the opportunity.

"Da Da!"

A few bullets suddenly flew past Ye Zheng's head and entered the outer wall. Turning around, they saw two "Dark Blade" s downstairs.

The organization's black clothed man was holding the CLOCK-17 in his hands and shooting at Ye Zheng.

Inside the third floor, a few black-clothed men shouted loudly and rushed towards Ye Zheng.

There was nowhere to go!

Ye Zheng suddenly let go of his hand and his body plummeted from the third floor. The moment she landed, he agilely somersaulted once, dispersing most of the impact.

Two "Dark Blade s" standing guard downstairs.

Just as the members were about to shoot at Ye Zheng, Ye Zheng's palm had already struck one of them by the neck and followed up with a knee strike to break the other's chest.

There was no mercy in this life or death situation!

Ye Zheng killed two of his men in a row.

Then, he grabbed one of the CLOCK-17 hand rod and half squatted on the ground, shooting at the third floor's window.

"Pfft!"

A black-clothed man who had rushed to the window was hit by Ye Zheng's bullet. A 9-mm bullet had pierced through the man's head, causing blood to splatter all over as he fell onto the ground.

The other companions squatted on the ground in fear, not daring to get close to him.

Ye Zheng forced his opponent to retreat. Without looking back, he rushed towards the dark forest and disappeared after a few flashes.

The bronze masked man appeared in the banquet hall.

Some of the hostages looked up and saw his devilish face. Their hearts were broken as they lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

"Don't look at my face!"

The ghost-masked man's steps were heavy, his voice hoarse and terrifying.

"The target is still upstairs."

A captain like "Dark Blade"

Members reported to the Ghost-Masked Man.

"Take 10 people with you and go into the forest to search for Ye Zheng."

The Ghost-Masked Man instructed, "Bring your night vision equipment and kill them all."

"However, we are lacking in manpower."

"Besides, our target is that woman, not her bodyguard."

"If I kill you, I'll go by myself?"

The Ghost-Masked Man stared into the captain's eyes.

The captain swallowed his saliva and led the ten members down the stairs.

The bronze masked man nodded with satisfaction, he slowly paced in front of the hostages, like a wild beast examining its prey with great interest, his leather boots stepping on the wood floor, making a dull noise.

"Who are you people?"

Liu Mulin sat cross legged on the ground, although he had been reduced to a hostage, he did not lose his self-confident look.

"Is there any place for you to speak?"

One of the men in black shouted loudly and raised the weapon in his hand.

"Liu Mulin?"

The ghost-masked man asked in disdain.

"It is me, the owner of this hotel."

Liu Mulin's attitude was neither humble nor haughty, "I would like to know, what is your request?"

"What can you give me?"

The Ghost-Masked Man cackled, his laughter was as terrifying as an owl's.

"As long as you can guarantee our safety, as long as I can give you something, I will give it to you."

Liu Mulin said in a heavy voice.

"Is your life okay?"

The Ghost-Masked Man's eyes flickered with a cruel light.

"If you change your mind, I can give you money. A lot of money."

Liu Mulin was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Will you buy their lives?"

The Ghost-Masked Man sneered as he pointed at the hostages on the ground.

"I, Liu Mulin, cannot sit idly by and let anything happen to these people in my territory. If you ask for a ransom, it's all in our Corona Group account. "

Liu Mulin said loudly.

There were some small commotion among the hostages, and some people quietly praised Liu Gongzi's temperament and size.

The Ghost-Masked Man suddenly took a step forward and reached out to pinch Liu Mulin's neck, lifting him up.

Liu Mulin gasped for breath, struggling with all his might, his face turning pale white.

"I want it now."

The ghost-masked man said.

"They are all on the twelfth floor … "The safe on the 12th floor …"

Liu Mulin said in an intermittent voice.

The Ghost-Masked Man released his hand and Liu Gongzi fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The Ghost-Masked Man waved his hand disdainfully. Two black clothed men, one on the left and one on the right, pulled Liu Mulin up and walked him out.

Inside the elevator, the Ghost-Masked Man and Liu Mulin did not speak.

Arriving at the twelfth floor, he found that this was the Liu Gongzi's private bedroom and study, occupying half of the floor.

Liu Mulin walked in first. He did not look for a safe, but sat on the leather chair behind the huge desk.

The two men in black stood aside respectfully. The Ghost-Masked Man sneered and nodded towards Liu Mulin.

"The mission was completed pretty well."

The good-natured and courteous Liu Gongzi was no longer there, but instead, the wild and untamed formidable man, the "Dark Blade".

The number one person in the organization, Liu Mulin!