I blame the system for licking dogs

Dusk enveloped the land, people who had been busy all day returned to their homes, and the streets began to become empty.

There was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door, and Song Zhi went to open the door as usual.

There were several strange men outside the door, with cruel smiles on their faces.

Song Zhi also laughed.

This group of people was sent by the Song family to Zhao Guanqian. They were led by two martial arts masters and had twenty warriors under them. Their group of 11 people arrived in Yicheng first and were sent to carry out the task of kidnapping Lin Shizheng's family.

The leading martial artist stood downstairs and waited quietly. There were people watching behind the building. The information showed that Lin Qingyue was only a low-level warrior. This mission was 100% sure when Lin Shizheng was not at home.

"Boss, does Boss Zhao look down on us and just give us this little job? I thought we were asked to kill Lin Shizheng directly." A confidant stood next to the leader to find a topic.

"You know what the heck, Lin Shizheng is not only a martial artist, he is also the director of the Dongshan Prefecture Public Security Bureau. Even Boss Song dares to say that he can touch him."

The man known as the boss paused and said, "You think it's easy to send us here? Huh, Zhao Guanqian just asked us to issue a military order. If Lin Shizheng's family is kidnapped, we must be obedient."

While they were talking, the old residential building in front of them suddenly lit up.

"What's going on? Did any of them bring flash bombs?" the boss asked the younger brother.

"No... no, why are you using that thing..." The younger brother is not sure, after all, people like them can play with everything.

After another ten seconds, the boss's eyes flickered, "No, hide yourself first."

This boss has been struggling in the world for many years. When things happen, there must be monsters. He did not choose to rush into the building to check, but chose to hide immediately.

The two of them shrank into the darkness of the corner and secretly looked at the motionless residential building.

"You haven't come out yet. If something goes wrong, call Liuzi." The boss whispered.

The younger brother took out his cell phone and dialed a number, and a crisp ringtone rang in the silent darkness.

The two of them raised their heads in fear, and a woman with a faint light all over her body descended from the sky like a goddess descending to earth.

The two of them were horrified, and before they could react, the woman was in mid-air, stretched out two fingers, and two beams of light penetrated their foreheads. With two "pop" sounds, the younger brother's head was pierced.

The boss of the martial arts realm was obviously physically stronger, but a bloody hole also appeared on his head, and his body was shaking, "Great Master of Light..."

"Poof" another beam of light penetrated the wound on his forehead, and the bottom of the car pierced his brain.

Behind the building of the community, two men squatted and smoked cigarettes, complaining softly that they never had a good life.

"Brother Hei, have you ever felt that it suddenly became dark and there was no light at all? Is there a power outage?"

"It's not a power outage. There will always be a moon when there is a power outage."

Suddenly the two heard the sound of inaudible footsteps, "Be careful!" one of them exclaimed, but received no response. There was only the sound of gurgling in their ears, as if they were drinking water.

He was familiar with this sound. It was the sound a person would make when they covered their mouth after having their neck wiped.

Brother Hei hurriedly gathered his true energy and punched into the darkness. The dull sound of the fist hitting the body was heard, and he could feel that the body being hit was knocked away.

But he didn't relax at all. That punch should have hit his brother.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that all his skin began to hurt violently, as if countless insects were gnawing at him.

Brother Hei was panicking in his heart, and the true energy was poured into his whole body, and the feeling of corrosion was somewhat weakened.

Brother Hei was scared, and he punched the darkness around him with his fists. Suddenly his body stiffened, and a dagger was stuck in his throat, and the strength of his body was draining away.

A few minutes later, Song Zhi, Lin Qingyue, and Zhou Yiyao returned to the community as if nothing had happened.

There were a few more sets of men's clothes in the community, and they kept rolling on the ground when the wind blew. They looked particularly scary under the dim street lights.

Pingyang Town, police station.

Liu Zhengzheng turned off the lights in the entire Public Security Department. Turning on the lights when he knew someone was trying to assassinate him was something only a fool would do.

If there is great terror in the darkness and you have no light, the simplest and most effective way is to blend yourself into the darkness.

In a closed room, several simple monitors showed several videos from the police station.

At a certain moment, a figure wearing a mask suddenly fell into the courtyard and swaggered towards the main entrance.

With a flash of the sword, the door lock between the two doors at the main entrance was cut open with a knife, and the figure strutted into the police station.

This is a killer who sneaked into Pingyang Town during the day. He has been keeping tabs on him for a long time. He has seen Liu Zhengjing through the telescope several times. He knows that Liu Zhengjing is hiding in this building.

Just when I was about to search from room to room, I felt something like a rope caught on my foot.

There was a strange sound above his head, and the killer was caught off guard and could only infuse his true energy and slash upward with his sword.

However, he didn't hit anything. A large amount of liquid splashed all over his body.

One sniff, face changes color, alcohol!

Before he could react, a line of fire shot out from the darkness, and instantly the killer became a burning man.

The screams echoed in the corridor of the police station, and the killer ran towards the door amidst the screams, like a huge moving torch.

As soon as he ran out of the police station door, there was an undetectable "whoosh" sound piercing the air, and a short arrow more than ten centimeters long sank into the back of Huo Ren's head.

The screams stopped suddenly, and Pyro fell to the ground without making a sound. Only the flames were still burning.

A few minutes later, the flames went out, and a charred corpse was lying in front of the police station, still smoking. The clothes on his body were burned into dry scars and stuck to his body.

The police station was still silent and dark, and the windows on the second floor were all open, like the mouths of beasts about to devour people.

Time passed bit by bit, everything became quiet, and the bodies on the ground gradually stopped even emitting smoke.

A tall figure landed in the courtyard, and his feet made a dull sound when they landed on the ground, which showed the man's weight.

This was a tall, round-waisted man, nearly two meters tall. He looked at the charred corpses on the ground with an expressionless expression, looking like he was not very clear-headed.

"Brother is right, it seems that no colleagues are coming tonight." The strong man muttered, looking up and saw a camera in the police station hall, with a dim light in the lens.

The strong man grinned and stepped forward. As soon as he took a step, a "swish" sound broke through the air.

There was a short arrow on the strong man's forehead. The short arrow was all black and about ten centimeters long.

But this time, the strong man did not fall. He reached out and pulled on his forehead, holding the small arrow in his hand. There was a shallow wound in the middle of his forehead, and a line of bright red blood flowed down his face.

The strong man stuck out his tongue, put on a ferocious smile on his face, and looked up towards the second floor.

Under a window on the second floor, Liu Zhengzheng worked hard to adjust his breathing and reduce the sound he could make to the minimum. He was holding a small crossbow in his hand, and a short arrow was already on the string.

Liu Zhengjing did not try any more sneak attacks. The strong man in the courtyard was an extremely rare defensive martial artist.

Numerous schools of warriors have been born during the development of thousands of years, but in fact the most important ones are the defensive style, agility attack style, and balanced style. Under these three major schools, there are dozens of smaller schools subdivided.

For example, the weapon style, this type of style mostly uses some cold weapons, and enhances one's own strength through practicing weapons.

For example, in the gun fighting style, the combination of warriors and firearms is much stronger than ordinary warriors and ordinary gun owners.

For example, the ninja style uses various environments to hide itself, is extremely fast, and is extremely good at assassinations and sneak attacks.

After tens of thousands of years of development, some schools have been eliminated by history, and some have also declined.

For example, the ultimate defense style, also called the ultimate body refining style, abandons all flashy martial arts, purely pursues defense and strength, and often adopts the simplest and crudest fighting methods.

This style was very prominent during the cold weapon era thousands of years ago. There was once a heavily armored army composed entirely of extreme defense styles, which created a great reputation.

However, this style has obvious flaws. It requires extremely high talent, and speed is a flaw. After entering the age of firearms, few people left this style.

Who would have thought that Liu Zhengjing would encounter one tonight. His hand-held crossbow was so powerful that even a warrior at close range would be punished if he couldn't dodge it. The strong man below actually blocked it with his body alone.

Liu Zhengjing was thinking about strategies to retreat from the enemy.

At this moment, a powerful wind blew, and a faint body odor came from the nose.

Liu Zhengjing didn't dare to think about it, so he quickly rolled on the spot, and a clanking sound was heard. Three steel needles were inserted into the ground under the window sill where Liu Zhengjing was originally hiding, shining coldly in the night.

There was already a thin figure on the windowsill.

It's so dangerous, there is more than one killer, the strong man is just a target, so that his position is exposed, and the other person can sneak up on him secretly.

Liu Zhengjing hid behind a desk and was terrified. This thin figure quietly approached the window sill without making any sound.

If he hadn't had a nose that was sharper than a dog's, he would have died right now.

This guy is also a needle player.

"Hey, brother, it's a serious crime for you to break into the police station at night. The cameras here have captured you. It's still too late to escape now." Liu Zhengjing said something to attract the other party's attention, while taking off a handle from his calf.

|The crossbow is cocked.

"Video? The wanted portraits of our brothers have been all over the Qin Dynasty for a long time. Do you think you will care about this?" The thin figure made a sinister voice, like a ghost.

Liu Zhengjing listened to the voice and identified his position. The man had already reached the center of the room, and there was no sound at all.

"Then you have to make me understand. Let the two of you leave a name so that I can know who to seek revenge from in the next life." Liu Zhengzheng continued to delay, but his hands were busy.

"It's okay to tell you, we are the famous killers in the world of 'hit the nail on the head, hit the target with one shot.'" the thin man replied. He and the strong man downstairs were the two killers who asked the old farmer about passing by during the day.

Is your name really serious?

No, I'm stalling for time. This thin man can obviously approach me quietly, so why is he talking nonsense to me?

Liu Zhengzheng sensed something was wrong. It can only happen in movies that a villain dies because he talks too much.

The killer was also stalling for time. Liu Zhengjing thought of the strong man downstairs, and his heart tightened.