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In front of the first floor door, there were six Dark Blade s.

Members, two of whom are "Whistles"

He stood on both sides of the gate with his weapon in hand, vigilantly looking at the forest not too far away.

The other four were "secret sentries".

Behind walls and trees.

They had obviously been trained in the military, so they were very experienced in setting up sentry posts. The moment the outpost was attacked, the spies would immediately provide reinforcements.

However, to Ye Zheng, this technique was just a child's play.

In his career, he had attacked more closely guarded sentries.

On Ye Zheng's waist, there were four CLOCK-17 filled with bullets and he was holding one of them, all of them from the "Dark Blade" that he killed.

Captured from the soldiers.

magazine s with this weapon can load seventeen more rounds of bullets, so they can shoot very stably.

Two men were pacing around uneasily. One of them said, "Brother Yue has been in the forest for a long time and still hasn't come out. There's something wrong with the atmosphere tonight."

"This island is like a grave. I really hope to finish this mission and leave this place as soon as possible. "

"That guy just slid down the stairs and killed all three of us. Who do you think he is?"

"In any case, he definitely isn't …"

Without waiting for them to finish, a "pu pu" sound came from not too far away.

Two muffled sounds, the sound of a CLOCK-17 with a silencer.

Two "Dark Blade" who were wandering in front of the door

Two bloody holes appeared on the soldier's forehead. Without even a grunt, he fell to the ground.

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!"

The four "Dark Blade s" on the sentry post

The soldiers opened fire, their weapons a shortened Uzzi baton.

All of a sudden, they did not know where the bullets had come from, and could only blindly suppress them.

When the magazine was done, the four soldiers hastily changed their bullets. One of them even crooked his neck and shouted towards the walkie-talkie with all his might: "Get attacked outside the building! Attacked outside the building! "We …"

Ye Zheng flapped his wings and flew out from the darkness like an eagle, the weapon in his hand released a fatal flame.

After the earlier shooting, these four men had exposed their "hidden sentry".

The position of the target became the target of Ye Zheng's attacks.

In reality, even if they did not shoot, Ye Zheng could guess their hiding spot based on the terrain and buildings.

"Puff puff!"

The two men hiding behind the tree were hit in the chest and fell backward.

The bullet went straight into his heart, killing him in one blow.

"Die!"

After changing into a magazine, he peeked out from behind the window, shouting crazily and shooting blindly.

"Puff puff!"

Another two muffled sound rang out. A flower of blood appeared on his chest and the top of his head. His body fell to the ground, but his finger didn't leave the trigger.

The sound only stopped after dozens of times.

At this moment, there was only one person left on the first floor.

He had lost his weapon and dared not to reach out. He could only crawl on the ground towards the stairs.

Just then, he heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor behind him. Ye Zheng had obviously already entered the pavilion.

"Turn around, I won't hit others on the back."

Ye Zheng ordered.

"Go to hell!"

The remaining soldiers howled crazily, suddenly they took out their daggers from their boots and threw them at Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng smiled, he did not dodge and the dagger flew past his ear and nailed itself into the wall behind him.

"Inaccurate accuracy."

Ye Zheng said with a "pu" sound coming from the CLOCK-17 in his hand.

His opponent was hit in the face and fell to the ground.

Abroad's police and assassination world, there was a type of close combat strategy used by light weapon: Shoot three bullets quickly, two to the chest, and one to the head. This kind of tactic could greatly increase the operational efficiency.

Although Ye Zheng had received this kind of training before, he didn't really care about the training.

The only parts that can be killed quickly are the head and the heart.

Two "Dark Blade" holding automatic weapons were on the stairs connecting to the second floor.

The members slowly appeared, but there was no one in front of them, only the corpse of a companion.

"He came in?"

One of them asked in a low voice.

"You're right."

Ye Zheng suddenly stood up from behind a table, "Pu pu"

Two loud sounds rang out as the two of them tumbled down the stairs and landed heavily on the marble floor. The weapons in their hands were thrown far away and a pool of blood slowly spread out.

Ye Zheng emptied his shot and took out the other one from his waist.

He held his weapon and advanced in a smooth and agile manner, like a crossbow that had been pulled full of strings, ready to shoot its deadly crossbow at any moment.

The first floor had been cleaned up.

Ye Zheng went up to the second floor and slowed his pace as he walked along the corridor.

From inside the security room came the sound of "siiiiiiiiiiiiiii". Then, with a very light metallic sound, he pulled the safety catch.

Evidently, this was the "Dark Blade".

Soldiers gathered in the room, trying to shoot themselves through the door.

Ye Zheng suddenly rushed over, and aimed at the door and shot a total of seventeen bullets from the magazine.

A few muffled groans came from inside the door, followed by the sound of his body falling onto the hard ground.

He kicked open the door and saw that three Darkblade soldier s had each been hit by a few bullets and were lying in a pool of blood.

One of them was still struggling, trying to shoot with his weapon.

Not far behind them were two young men wearing security uniforms. It was obvious that they were the hotel's staff, who had somehow gotten hit by the "Dark Blade".

The soldiers' viciousness.

Seeing the innocent people executed, Ye Zheng's face was covered in a layer of murderous intent.

The injured Darkblade soldier wanted to pick up her weapon, but she didn't have any strength left. He stared at Ye Zheng with his blood-red eyes.

Ye Zheng's kick had shattered his cheek bones, causing him to face downwards, and die.

"Dark Blade!"

The soldiers were merciless against the hotel staff.

The victims that died under their hands were just the children of ordinary citizens who had worked hard outside to earn money to support their families. Yet, they had been harmed for no reason.

Ye Zheng's heart was filled with hatred.

He felt that no matter how cruel it was, it was necessary to face this beast!

The guards on the third floor were strong, a total of nine 'Dark Blade'.

Soldiers, armed with automatic weapons, guarded nearly a hundred hostages.

There was a faint sound of gunfire from downstairs, and the hostages, terrified, thought the kidnappers were being executed.

A soldier whispered to the squad leader, "There was the sound of gunfire coming from outside and downstairs. It has quietened down again."

"The newcomer has been killed."

The captain said confidently.

"And if not?"

The soldier was clearly worried.

"If anything goes wrong, use a hostage as a shield."

the sergeant said.

"Good idea!"

an unfamiliar voice said approvingly.

"Pfft!"

A bloody hole appeared in the squad leader's forehead, and he fell limply to the ground. Disbelief and fear were written all over his face.

Immediately, miserable cries and the sound of flames erupting erupted like a volcano.