Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"boom!"

The door was broken and sawdust flew everywhere.

"careful!"

"It's that person!"

The three people in the room reacted very quickly. They reacted the moment Fang Zheng rushed in. Qiao's action was to touch the holster on his waist.

For him, drawing a gun is a conditioned reflex.

The distance of three meters is very short, but it is enough to kill the opponent.

"puff!"

A dark shadow rushed towards him first, and Qiao subconsciously turned his head to avoid it. He felt a pain in his shoulder and his arms instantly became weak.

ax!

I've been tricked!

Fang Zheng followed closely, trying to give the opponent the final blow, but suddenly darkness suddenly appeared in front of him, and the tall figure of black Owen blocked his way.

Different from ordinary people.

They are professional mercenaries.

Joe's first reaction when he was attacked was to touch the gun. Owen chose to face the attacker directly, while Dave picked up the suitcase and took a step back to hide in the dark.

At the same time a dagger appeared in Dave's hand.

"kill!"

Fangzheng drank in a low voice, and the already fast speed increased again.

Singing with breath is a skill learned from Wu Hai. The sound is shocking, can boost fighting spirit and strength in an instant, and make the stance steady.

However, this technique cannot be used often.

It can only be used at critical junctures.

The black Owen leaned forward, with a height of two meters and a strong body like a black bear, and struck out suddenly with his thick right arm.

A simple uppercut, after countless practice, he can bring out all the strength in every punch without any reservation.

This punch,

He is confident of knocking out his opponent.

"Peng!"

The uppercut landed firmly on Fang Zheng, and the two of them collided.

wrong!

This man has protective clothing on him!

As soon as Owen's eyes opened, before he could say anything, he felt a strong force rushing towards him, knocking him away.

There is an obvious difference in body size between the two. He is obviously stronger, but he is at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

After knocking Owen away, Fang Zheng didn't stop at all. He rushed forward, grabbed the ax on Qiao's body with his big hand, and pulled hard.

"Bala..."

The rusty ax blade slashed diagonally from Qiao's shoulder, cutting half of his neck open, and hot blood spurted out.

"Jo!"

Dave roared and rushed over, fighting with Fang Zheng who had not yet regained his balance.

At the top of Fengtou Mountain in the evening, the wind was biting, the weak light was dim, and the corpse on the ground was still twitching.

The three people in the house gasped desperately, their figures shook, and they roared repeatedly. With the dull impact, the wooden house was shaking.

"gun!"

A loud roar broke the deadlock.

The gun was on Joe's body, closest to Owen, who was black.

A gun is a dead object, but its deterrence is far greater than that of a living person. As long as you get the gun, no matter how powerful your opponent is, you will die.

"Uh-huh!"

Without hesitation, Owen pounced on Joe's body.

Dave pounced on Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng clasped the square table beside him with one hand, using it as a shield to block the dagger in Dave's hand, and at the same time threw the ax in his hand with his arm.

"Duh!"

The ax dug into the soil, forcing Owen to stop.

"roll!"

Fang Zheng roared in anger, exerted force, overturned the square table and Dave together, and at the same time made a gesture to pounce on the pistol on the ground.

The incandescent lights on the roof swung back and forth, and three figures jumped out one after another.

The goals are the same.

pistol!

"Peng!"

Fang Zheng suddenly changed direction and landed a punch on the black man Owen. At the same time, he slashed down with one leg, like an ax falling towards Dave.

As for the gun...

He doesn't even know how to use it?

"ah!"

Screams and roars rang out, a foot was kicked out in the chaos, and the pistol rolled and flew out of the house.

Fang Zheng felt relieved. Before he could make any move, the black man Owen took the opportunity to appear behind him and embraced him with open arms.

Choke and strangle!

The move he used to kill Dawei just now was used on himself this time.

Although Fang Zheng stretched out an arm to block his throat in time, he was still blinded by the sudden burst of force.

"Go to hell!"

Dave, whose head was covered with blood, roared and rushed towards him, his body leaped high, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Fang Zheng in the heart with its own power.

"puff!"

The protective suit instantly dented, and the sound of fibers breaking could even be heard. Fangzheng roared in pain, and kicked his legs off the ground.

The rabbit kicks off the eagle.

This kick used all his strength.

"Crack!"

Dave's ribs broke instantly, and he was kicked off the ground. After landing, he stretched out his limbs and lost his breath.

The other two people were also pushed backwards by this force.

"boom……"

Two figures crashed through the wooden wall and rolled out.

Owen struggled to stand up, and when he saw Fang Zheng shaking his head in an attempt to regain consciousness, he roared and rushed over with a fist.

"Peng!"

Fang Fang felt pain in his cheek and staggered back.

"Snapped!"

This time, the two fists collided head-on.

Owen weighed a full 140 kilograms, which was a whole level higher than Fang Zheng. He was the one who fell backwards after the collision.

"ah!!!"

The roar was filled with confusion, anger and unwillingness.

Why?

Why does this Xia countryman seem to have a weak physique, but he has a power that overwhelms him?

If I had known this, I shouldn't have taken this job, just to do a small favor because I was bored, but in the end, several people lost their lives.

"Peng!"

Under the hazy night, two figures collided crazily. The shaking lights made the shadows twist strangely until one of them fell to the ground.

"Huchi...huchi..."

Fang Zheng was squatting on a stone. His long hair was already wet with sweat and strands were hanging down. His heavy breathing was like a bellows pulling.

a long time.

He stood up slowly, stepped over several corpses, and picked up the pistol that had fallen among the grass.

After thinking for a while, he came to the rickety wooden house again, took out a black leather suitcase from under the wooden board, placed it on the stone and opened it.

"Wow..."

A flash of golden light came into view.

Gold bricks!

Thirty kilograms of gold bricks!

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Sunset and moonrise.

The bright moonlight also adds a special charm to the rugged mountain road.

Sister Lianlian put her hands on her back and walked up the stone steps to Fengtou Mountain. Lao Zhao, who had a sinister face, followed beside her. From a distance, she could see a faint firelight shaking at the end of the stone steps.

With a smile on her face, she quickened her pace.

"Crackling..."

The roar of rotten wood came from the bonfire. A man squatted beside the fire and threw clothes into the fire, stirring up the flames from time to time to keep them burning.

"Dawei!"

Sister Lianlian came near the wooden house and raised her voice.

As for the hunched figure beside the fire, she didn't care or care. She probably thought he was a member of the group of professional mercenaries, and she was familiar with such people.

"Sister Lianlian?"

Fang Zheng raised his head with a strange smile on his face:

"Don't you recognize me?"

"You..." Sister Lianlian heard the sound and looked intently. There were some bruises on the other person's face and he looked a little embarrassed, but his appearance was exactly the same as in her impression.

Her cheeks trembled, she gritted her teeth and said word by word:

"Founder!"

"It's me." Fang Zheng shrugged.

"Where are the others?"

"died."

There was silence.

Old Zhao took out the dagger from his body in the next moment, but his movements froze in place. However, Fang Zheng took out something from the side and played with it in his hand.

gun!

"Did you kill them?" Sister Lianlian's facial muscles twitched:

"Are you kidding..."

Those few people are professional mercenaries, and they still have guns in their hands. How can an ordinary person kill them, but the gun is now in Fang Zheng's hand, doesn't it mean...

She felt a chill in her heart.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Fang Zheng touched his face:

"Am I a monster?"

"No!"

"A person like you is a monster and a psychopath."

"Peng!"

Gunshots rang out, and a beautiful figure looked up to the sky and fell to the ground.

"Sure enough." Fang Zheng blew the barrel of the gun lightly:

"It's better to use a gun."

"Plop!"

Lao Zhao's knees softened and he fell to the ground.

"Spare my life..."

He also had blood on his hands, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death.