The personal security guard of the beautiful president

The gun barrels inside the white wall were deflected by Zhang Fengyi's ballpoint pen. When Zhang Fengyi came in, it was too late to turn around. Zhang Fengyi pointed at two of the gun barrels with one hand, picked them aside, and slapped them. "Bang bang..." There were several gunshots, but Wei Chong had already reached Zhang Fengyi's hands.

Without hesitation, Zhang Fengyi directly shot at the place he had judged, and fired several times in a row, but there was no movement inside the white wall.

Zhang Fengyi walked in, and only then did he see clearly that the white wall was just a wooden partition, and behind the wooden partition was a wall of plasterboard. The gunmen were hiding behind the plasterboard, so Zhang Fengyi didn't find anyone when he came in.

Walking into the plasterboard wall, I found that it was a house. Four men in suits fell on the ground. One of them had a ballpoint pen stuck in his forehead, and the other two had ballpoint pens shot by Zhang Fengyi on his arms and chest.But looking carefully, only the unlucky ghost with a ballpoint pen stuck in his forehead died directly, and the others were all shot to death later.

Zhang Fengyi stared at the only door in this small room. After listening carefully, he did not find any movement behind the door. He pushed hard, and the door was easily pushed open. After pushing open, there was nothing inside the door, only a few steel cables, "the elevator ?” Zhang Fengyi finally realized that the old fox Wu Dazhi had not only arranged for gunmen, but also an elevator.

Looking at the elevator, Zhang Fengyi frowned slightly, but then smiled again: "Want to run?" But at this moment, the expression on Zhang Fengyi's face changed: "Not good." Then he grabbed the steel cable with one hand and jumped into the elevator directly , quickly slide down the cable.

"Boom..." There was a loud noise, and then the powerful impact shattered the door where Zhang Fengyi was just now.

Zhang Fengyi, who was dragging the steel cable down the elevator passage, felt the clods and debris falling from his head, plus the powerful shock wave, and sighed in his heart that Wu Dazhi really worked so hard to kill him.

The two killing moves are terrible every time. Fortunately, it was me. If it was someone else, I would have died under the sudden appearance of the first wave of four micro-attacks. After all, it was too sudden, and there was a bomb buried in the ground behind the white wall If Zhang Fengyi hadn't felt the beating sound of electronic components, he would not be killed or crippled by this bomb.

"Wu Dazhi..." Zhang Fengyi gritted his teeth, and stepped on the wall next to the elevator continuously. Because he was dragging the steel cable of the elevator down from the top floor, the speed of the descent was very fast. At this time, the elevator that Wu Dazhi took to leave appeared It was in front of his eyes, so Zhang Fengyi judged that Wu Dazhi stopped here.

In the lobby on the first floor, the original front desk customer service and other staff have long since disappeared. It is obvious that Wu Dazhi has arranged for it long ago.

At this moment, Wu Dazhi was escorted by two strong men in suits and walked out slowly from the elevator entrance. There was a sound of "Boom~" from the top floor. Wu Dazhi turned his head slightly, talking to himself calmly. : "Overestimating one's abilities." After speaking, he said to the two bodyguards beside him, "I will ask someone to go up and look at that guy's body later."

"I've let you down." Zhang Fengyi's voice suddenly appeared in the hall, and then a figure rushed towards Wu Dazhi.

"Baga..." The two strong men beside Wu Dazhi also spotted Zhang Fengyi and responded with fists and kicks respectively.Apparently Wu Dazhi was surprised that Zhang Fengyi didn't die, but was able to catch up instead.And didn't I stop all the elevators already?Furthermore, the elevator I took was one-way, how did this guy get down.

Wu Dazhi took two steps back, put his hands on his waist, and quickly thought about what went wrong in his mind. Such a precise arrangement did not kill Zhang Fengyi.

"Japanese?" Zhang Fengyi greeted the two Wu Dazhi's guards while speaking.

Two screams, plus two sounds of broken bones, the two Japanese guards of Wu Dazhi were interrupted by Zhang Fengyi's move, and their arms and legs were respectively broken. Suddenly, the two people paused, and then the seven holes bled, and the body fell down slowly. After a "plop~", they fell unconscious.

"Don't move, I will kill you." Wu Dazhi was holding a small silver pistol in his hand. This was Wu Dazhi's special pistol. Although Little Willie was no less than the Sand Eagle in the special forces.

Zhang Fengyi didn't speak, but slowly raised his left hand, and there was a small magazine in his palm.

Wu Dazhi looked at the magazine in Zhang Fengyi's hand, feeling familiar for a while, and turned his head slightly, only to realize that there was no magazine in his hand. He was frightened, but he calmed down immediately, "Boy, don't forget, I still have a bullet in my pistol. Another thing I want to tell you, when I was in the Shenlong Gang, my nickname was Sharpshooter. If you are interested, you can try whether you dodge bullets faster, or I have better eyesight."

At this time, Zhang Fengyi was only three steps away from Wu Dazhi. It had to be said that Wu Dazhi had mastered this distance very well. It was just the distance that he couldn't reach in close combat and couldn't avoid being pointed at by a pistol.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Fengyi was silent for a while and said: "Before I die, I have to tell you three sentences. The first sentence is that you shouldn't make up my mind. The second sentence is that you shouldn't just arrange these few people around you today."

"It seems that you think you won't die." Wu Dazhi said and pulled the trigger with his finger.Surprise is Wu Dazhi's biggest habit, because it is always easy to succeed.

"Crack..." The pistol made a small sound, but there was no shot.

Wu Dazhi was taken aback, and then pulled the trigger several times in a row, but there was no gunshot: "What's going on, what's going on..." Wu Dazhi looked at his pistol over and over in a panic, then stopped suddenly, and raised his head. , he saw a bullet in Zhang Fengyi's flat right heart.

"No, no, no...Impossible, how did you do it?" Wu Dazhi felt that this was unreasonable. He obviously had the pistol on him all the time, and he loaded the bullets himself this morning. How could it be possible now...

Zhang Fengyi took a step forward, and Wu Dazhi took a step back.

"I stole it from you when I was chatting with you in your office earlier."

Wu Dazhi shook his head and laughed dryly, "Stealing..." This was a very funny reason for him.

Three seconds later, the previous scene reappeared, but now Zhang Fengyi was holding Wu Dazhi's pistol, and the bullets had already been pressed into it.Zhang Fengyi was only half a step away from Wu Dazhi, and pointed his pistol at Wu Dazhi's forehead.

"Just now I said that you said three sentences before you died, and the third sentence was 'You underestimate me.'" After speaking, Zhang Fengyi pulled the trigger.

"Bang..." The gun rang.

There was no blood, no screams, Wu Dazhi didn't die, let alone fall down.Zhang Fengyi frowned into a pimple.

In front of Zhang Fengyi and Wu Dazhi appeared a fair-skinned young man, about 20 years old, with earphones on his ears and an old-fashioned mp3 on his chest. He was holding the mp3 in his left hand and seemed to be tuning a song.

If it was just these, Zhang Fengyi would not lose his composure. The key was the young man's other hand, his right index finger and middle finger were on Wu Dazhi's forehead, and there was a bullet between the two fingers.Fingers can hold bullets?

What was even more frightening was that Zhang Fengyi's gun was only less than ten centimeters away from Wu Dazhi just now. The bullet was caught at such a short distance, how fast it must be.

"Dingling..." The young man threw the bullet on the ground, then withdrew his hand and continued to tune the mp3 with his head down, as if he just did a very ordinary thing just now.

Seeing that countless judgments immediately appeared in the mind of the young Zhang Fengyi, the first one that appeared was the fellow Taoist that Louis had told him to mention, probably the young man in front of him.Then I thought my eyes were dazzled, but I immediately felt that the young man was practicing Qigong.This is the third time that I met a Neijia qigong practitioner, the first time was at Dongyang Haikuo, that competition made Zhang Fengyi feel the power of qigong for the first time.The second time was the Taoist priest I met yesterday, and this time it was the young man in front of me, each stronger than the other.