Missy's Ghost Guard

Chapter 220
Zhou Qiang didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately picked up the violin case and rushed to the hospital.

His instinct is reminding him that that guy is likely to pose a fatal threat to Zhao An on the sickbed, because even if he is separated by a street, he still has lingering fears about his back, which means... the other party's every move Send out red flags.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yanzhi was stunned, and hurriedly followed, asking in confusion, "Leaving in a hurry without saying a word, what's the matter?"

"I feel that a dangerous person is invading the hospital. I'm afraid something will happen to your parents. My sixth sense is frantically warning!" Zhou Qiang said succinctly, quickly crossing the sidewalk and heading towards the hospital.

Zhao Yanzhi rolled her eyes: "Sixth sense? Isn't it only women who have a sixth sense? Are you too anxious and nervous recently, so you are too sensitive? I feel that this kind of unscientific metaphysics is too serious for you. Is it the same thing?"

She was walking long legs, panting, barely walking behind Zhou Qiang, if she hadn't recently practiced ancient martial arts, developed the energy of the Sunflower Gu Mother's body, and there was a demigod Gu worm parasitic in her body, causing her to be full of energy and blood, His physical fitness soared, and he might not be able to keep up with Zhou Qiang's footsteps.

Zhou Qiang's pace stopped abruptly at the street corner!

Zhao Yanzhi immediately fell headlong into his arms, Zhou Qiang hugged her enchanting figure directly, and her sexy flaming red lips were almost imprinted on Zhou Qiang's side face.

Zhao Yanzhi, who was on Xiafei's cheeks, spat at him, and stomped her feet shyly: "What's wrong? You didn't mean to embarrass me, did you?"

Zhou Qiang glanced at the entrance of the hospital, and saw that muscular young man was negotiating with the security guards. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and he sighed a little. The plumpness came out, and he couldn't help but said narrowly: "Blame me? You hit someone with the ball first, I am very innocent."

Zhao Yanzhi is a female anchor. Every day in the live broadcast room, she sees countless male viewers teasing her with obscenities, so she is very familiar with the dirty jokes on the Internet, and she has long been immune to it.

She rolled her charming white eyes, her small mouth pouted high on her hot blush dimples: "You're also messing around with those stinky men, hmph."

Having said that, she felt a little secretly happy for no reason.

A woman is a person who pleases herself, she has dressed up carefully this trip home, but there are some ambiguous thoughts in her heart that she is ashamed to say.

"Heh. Now that we're free, I'll explain to you the special features of the ancient warrior's sixth sense." Zhou Qiang poked his head again and saw the muscular dark youth still blocked at the entrance of the hospital. He hissed. Patiently explained to Zhao Yanzhi, "Don't think that the sixth sense is a kind of metaphysics. In fact, for innate warriors, the extraordinary sixth sense is one of their most powerful means. It is the result of years of fierce battles and Grinding, an instinct formed. It is actually a kind of subconsciousness of us!"

"For example, my sixth sense reminds me that the guy in front of the hospital is dangerous. Why?" Zhou Qiang asked lightly.

Zhao Yanzhi poked his head out first, observed the other person for 10 seconds, then quickly retracted, rolling his eyes: "How do I know? I look at him very ordinary, just a normal man who likes to work out, nothing special. What's more, would a really dangerous person stand patiently at the door and argue with the security guards? I'm afraid they would have killed them long ago."

Zhou Qiang smiled lightly: "Look, this is the specialness of the sixth sense. Your subjective consciousness ignores many of his characteristics, but your subconscious, after a glimpse, analyzes everything about him, and It sent an early warning to your subjective consciousness."

"Ah?!" Zhao Yanzhi was at a loss.

Zhou Qiang narrowed his eyes and raised an index finger: "After careful observation, I found that there are many special things about him. The first one is his muscle outline."

"Aside from being very fit, I don't see anything else." Zhao Yanzhi shrugged her shoulders.

Zhou Qiang smiled faintly: "Bodybuilding is also divided into many types. His muscle outline is completely different from the mighty, strong, and outward-expanding muscles of those bodybuilding champions, but a restrained, collapsed, and cohesive type. It is a textbook-like standard fighting Muscles! Only those who are extremely good at melee combat will deliberately train this kind of muscles. For example..."

He took a deep look at Zhao Yanzhi, and uttered a word: "Me!"

Zhao Yanzhi felt awe-inspiring.

"The second is his habit of raising his hands and feet. When that guy speaks, he likes to clench his teeth suddenly, and the corners of his mouth like to move back slightly. At the same time, his gait style also makes me feel inexplicably familiar. It's the habit of pirates! When the pirates in Somalia lurk on the oil tanker at night, they will take off their clothes, with knives in their mouths, shuttling through the ocean like sharks. In order to avoid their lips being cut by knives, their lips will instinctively move back .”

"And that kind of gait is the predecessor of Brazilian jiu-jitsu - hunting dance! A well-known African gait, especially suitable for fighting on bumpy boats, so it is popular among pirates." Zhou Qiang raised a middle finger again, "This is the second."

Zhao Yanzhi was confused, but gradually became creepy.Because what Zhou Qiang said was very detailed, and he looked serious, which meant that the guy at the hospital gate might really be a evil star.

"Third." Zhou Qiang glanced at the other party's violin case, then pointed to his own, "Look, my violin case was crushed to the ground because of heavy loads, what about him?"

Zhao Yanzhi's heart sank, and she asked anxiously, "What's in that guy's violin case?"

"The sniper rifle, the silencer, plus the whole set of brackets and wind speed correction and compensation device will have that kind of weight." Zhou Qiang narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "What is he going to the hospital for?"

"Then let's go and protect my parents!" Zhao Yanzhi immediately bit her thin lips tightly, worried, "But...he may not be after my parents, right?"

"Sorry, he is most likely targeting your parents." Zhou Qiang narrowed his eyes and said deeply, "You should have noticed that he is an extremely dark young man."

On the word "dark", Zhou Qiang emphasized his tone.

"It's dark...so...what's the matter?" Zhao Yanzhi thought about it, but still didn't understand why Zhou Qiang emphasized this point.

Zhou Qiang squinted his eyes: "It's a special kind of tan that has been exposed to the sun for a long time. Don't forget, your father is good at lowering the head, and all the masters of lowering the head are from Southeast Asia. I have traveled all over the world for countless years. His The skin color is the same as the ones I saw in the fishing villages in Southeast Asia."

"You mean, he is the head-down master?!" Zhao Yanzhi's face changed drastically.

Zhou Qiang sneered lightly: "That's right, that's probably the case! Because I made a move and used the internal strength in the dantian to expel some of the lower heads, he must have noticed it, so he came to the hospital to check. I have to say, this guy The courage is too big, and he returned to the hospital in the first time."

Zhao Yanzhi nodded and said, "I think it's very scientific. According to scientific statistics, as many as 70% of the murderers will return to the scene of the crime for various reasons. They are not afraid at all, or they are very confident that they will not be found out."

While speaking, the dark-skinned young man seemed to convince the two security guards.

He went straight to the hospital, while the two security guards stood there in a daze, a little dazed, and lost their previous active spirit.

"Let's go, it's time for us to act." Zhou Qiang took a deep breath, "I'm 100% sure that he is the head-down master! Now, it's time for us to catch a turtle in a urn. Maybe, by prying his mouth open, I can find out who it is. Who is targeting people around me one after another."

After all, Zhou Qiang walked like flying and rushed towards the hospital.

"Ah?" Zhao Yanzhi was a little dazed, but followed closely behind.

When she walked to the security guard, she understood why Zhou Qiang was 100% sure that the guy was a head-down master.

Because the two security guards who were originally fierce and fierce, turned out to be standing in place like walking corpses, indifferent to anyone's entry and exit.Their eyes are blank, and each of them is no different from a sculpture.

Zhou Qiang frowned, and said lightly: "Get rid of the head-dropping master, and all the people who have dropped their heads will automatically recover. Therefore, we must kill him, otherwise, many innocent people will suffer irreparable damage. Like your bedridden father."

As soon as he broke into the hospital, Zhou Qiang walked in a hurry, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

But he didn't want to delay, so he ignored the nurses and doctors' reminders to keep him quiet, and went straight to Zhao An's intensive care unit.

really!

When he reached the last floor, the dark-skinned Southeast Asian was holding a blow dart in his mouth, standing furtively outside the glass window, staring closely at Zhao An who was talking to his wife.

"Who sent you here?!" Zhou Qiang was already holding the violin bag in his palm, and asked the other party heavily.

The Southeast Asian also immediately realized that his identity was exposed, because Zhou Qiang's aura was very familiar, and he was obviously of the same kind.

"Shit!"

The opponent cursed and was about to draw his gun with his backhand.

However, Zhou Qiang had already picked up the gold-plated AK-47 and smashed it hard at the opponent.

This place is a hospital, and there are many people with mixed eyes. If a gun battle is started rashly, many innocent people will be affected. Zhou Qiang is also a Chinese, so of course he doesn't want his compatriots to be harmed by the bastards in front of him.

boom!
The other party set up the violin box to block Zhou Qiang's menacing blow, and there was a clear sound of wooden furniture breaking inside.

The face of the southeast Asian head lowering master suddenly changed wildly, showing a devouring expression with tearing eyes.

On the other hand, Zhou Qiang chuckled: "Haha, you deserve it. You actually hid the sacrificial vessel used by the lowering master in the violin box, and tried to use it to block my pure steel firearm? Your Excellency is really a cheating little expert!" .”

The head-down master's exclusive weapon is called a sacrificial vessel, and its nature is the same as the Gu master's Gu worm jar.

Most of the sacrificial utensils are made of local materials in Southeast Asia and made of wood. Even the best quality is made of iron wood.It is said that it is iron wood, but it is wood fiber after all, and it cannot really compare with steel!
Zhou Qiang's gold-plated AK is a witchcraft gun, and its main materials are heavy cast iron and carbon steel.

Jin Kemu, witchcraft firearms destroying a sacrificial vessel is already destructive!

"Damn Chinese!!!" There was a rage in the other party's eyes, and he rushed up menacingly, wanting to fight Zhou Qiang for his life. It can be seen that the loss caused by the instinctive block just now was extremely huge, and it had already made him lose his heart. sanity.

Zhou Qiang held his breath and concentrated, preparing to defend temporarily.

But he never expected that the head-down master turned around suddenly, Sa Yazi rushed to the window, and slammed it out.

Zhou Qiang's countenance changed suddenly, the opponent pretended to attack by force, but the real intention was to escape while he was unprepared.

"Don't think about leaving!" Zhao Yanzhi reacted immediately, and directly smashed a pot of succulents by the window.

(End of this chapter)