In that spacious yard, Wu Gui walked out of his brother's room. Qianzuo, wearing a kimono, seemed to be in precise measurement of the two positions behind his master, and always nodded and moved, which was the most gentle little woman, and the most perfect state of preparation for attack.

"'Idiots always like to treat others as idiots', Qianhe, do you think this is right?" Wu Gui, who was walking slowly on the porch, didn't look back, and asked without stopping, which was obviously something he had to endure for a while.

"You are wise." Although the other party did not look back, Qianzu also showed special piety when answering. This piety was reflected in the determination that was revealed in the overall expression.

"Haha, it's not a good thing for people to be too proud. My brother and the idiot who are still alive and ignorant now seem to be like this." Such an exclamation is the winner's patent. Then Wugui stopped at the corner of the long porch and looked at the lush cherry blossoms a few meters away, and said, lowering his voice, "Where is that person?"

"Please rest assured, he has already given his consent, and he is in the assassination team." Of course, Chizuru, who knew who "that person" was in his boss, said, even his tone was well controlled. It was almost Chizuru's instinct to flatter and tacit understanding.

"You don't seem to ask me why I did this." It seemed that because of the joy in my grasp, he was not a talkative person who started to talk about the topic one after another.

"Chanhe dares not doubt you." He was very frightened, and Chihiro even bent his waist deeply.

"Haha." Wu Gui laughed and then said, "Then I'll change my question, tell me why I did this."

"You think this assassination is nothing more than two results; first, success. If that happens, your brother will stand against the entire Chinese senior management, and he will bear the anger of Yanjing beyond expectations. It is obvious that this is definitely something he cannot bear. Second, if the assassination fails, your brother will hand over a big handle to your hands, and you also have a better capital to contact Wang Qibu. No matter what the situation occurs, Wu Hejun will lose the qualification to compete with you for the next parent." In a very ordinary tone, Qianhe explained the plot story of an internal dispute in a family.

"Yes. You are right. My brother has lost his mind more and more to suppress me. His decision is obviously too hasty..." As he said this, Wu Gui's face gradually became solemn, and he finally realized something. Qianhe behind him sighed softly as if he was ignorant.

The winner is the winner, no matter who it is, how can it be hasty?

...

When the explosion sounded, the killers guarding both sides of Wang Qibu's door unconsciously tightened their muscles. What they were waiting for was that if the target was not killed, he would shoot a few bullets into his head at the moment of escape. It would take several minutes for the security guards to die to arrive. Of course, no one would particularly care about it. After all, even if they arrived, they were just sent to death. Although the so-called dead soldiers trained by the Japanese royal family were also cultivated for no expense, their attack power might not reach the level of those high-end agents. But if a dead soldier who was not particularly excellent, he would not necessarily have much worse energy than the particularly excellent agents. After all, they were desperate. Everyone knows that the Japanese are very good at killing.

In fact, these people knew the identity of their assassination targets. They were told by the leader when they gathered to distribute poisons in the last time. There was no fear, there was only excitement. Yes, as long as they thought that they were going to kill offspring of a big Chinese figure, everyone was excited. As for death, who would not die? What an honor is a warrior to die for the family, so everyone's expression after taking poison can be described as drinking poisonous wine with a smile.

The scorching heat wave kept blowing out the terrifying temperature from the original curtain, which was the embodiment of the instant heating effect of the grenade. Indifferent or mechanical ended the few injured companions in advance, but there were only a few lives left. The remaining five killers on the balcony rushed into the room as soon as they exploded, and they did not have too much precautions in that moment, because no matter who it was, it seemed that the target in the room was either killed or injured, and their purpose in entering was nothing more than confirming the body or arresting another shot.

However, they soon discovered that they were wrong, and that they were very outrageous. The first one who had this idea was the first killer who entered the room. Almost as soon as he showed his head, the bullet shot through his front and back skulls at a very close distance. While others were stunned to see the scene of blood and brain spraying, Wang Qibu's figure was already frozen behind another killer.

If you shoot the other person's head with a gun and then shoot, there will be that kind of critical strike scene. Moreover, because the explosion point is in front, blood will not spray in the direction of the shooter. It should be considered as a high-efficiency bullet that blasts the head of a killer and shoots into the left shoulder of another killer next to you.

The battle situation reversed quickly, and the killers who were still able to think were almost forgotten that the gunfight was initiated by the oil side. Is it an illusion? The killers generally felt that their eyesight could not keep up with the target's action. The only time for the other party to pause was the time when the other party was freehand murder that they least wanted to see.

Almost instantly, two of the five people were killed and one was injured. The two and a half-combat forces who had changed some of the gods raised the machine gun in the direction of Wang Qibu and the person they had just killed. It was hard to make them feel strange anymore that Wang Qibu disappeared into their career again. What he heard was two gunshots and the wail of the injured companion. Turning back, he saw that his companion who was just a gun in his arms had kneeled on the ground. Two obvious small pools of blood were left on the ground paved with pebbles on the knees.

"I don't know why, why do I always think that no matter how hard Japan kills it, it's enough?" Wang Qibu, who appeared on another person, was confused and didn't know who to ask again?

"Bang!" The killer kneeling on the ground felt a hot liquid suddenly covering his head and most of his face, and the smell flowing into his mouth was fishy, ​​salty, and sweet. In the next second, he realized what it was, so he vomited uncontrollably.

Just walked so unrestrainedly before the killer who was standing and holding a gun, Wang Qi walked, "I advise you to save some effort and wait for death. If you are two hundred meters away, you will probably be a little threat to me. But when you fight in close combat, hum, we are all creatures in two planes. Why? I was not surprised how did I know that you are Japanese?"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of death, and you never think of anything from my mouth." It's English, that humane said, in fact, he was afraid, even if he would die soon, he was still afraid now. His choice to speak these words was evidence of his confusion, a wonderful fear.

"To be honest, I don't plan to get anything from you. I believe my buddy will find me a more suitable living habit than you. By the way, even if you don't want to know, I still have to say that your eyes have betrayed your international because there is no soul inside." After giving a pity, Wang Qibu fired and shot him with the speed of the man first, and then the headshot.

When the gun was pressed against the scalp of the killer kneeling on the ground, Wang Qibu deliberately paused until he felt the trembling turn into sobs, "Bang!"

...

"Hey, a few." The bodyguards guarding outside the door suddenly heard such a voice. They were shocked and looked up and saw a young man carrying an adult man showing a kind smile to them. Well, even if it was not kind, at least it didn't seem like they would raise their hands to kill people in the next second.

...

Wang Qibu walked out of the room, glanced at the bloody corpse on both sides of the door, and asked Yue Xiaochen opposite him, "What is this time? And, have you changed your style?"

"To be honest, I saw a few ashtrays on the service desk in the corridor, which was quite easy. By the way, the guard should come up immediately. Do you need to avoid it first?" After answering Wang Qibu's complaining question, Yue Xiaochen asked cautiously.

"I'll stay, you take that one with you first." After looking at the man Yue Xiaochen was holding, Wang Qibu said, "Although these people know that they must be Japanese devils from their appearance, there are still many that cannot be seen clearly immediately. Give an example, which Japanese devil wants to kill me?"

I have mentioned many times before that Wang Qibu has a very stingy personality. He is the one who will be unhappy when others look at him. So now, after knowing that someone wants to kill him and get some clues, if he is not in a hurry to take revenge, Yue Xiaochen will feel that the child is scared and will take him to see a doctor.

"Okay, then be careful." Without saying anything, Yue Xiaochen rarely chose to obey directly. It was because he saw the depth of thinking in Wang Qibu's eyes, which was not the usual adolescent Wang Qibu.

...

"He knew that the news was revealed to him on purpose, right?" A gust of wind blew, and the cherry blossoms began to scatter like snow, saying that they were scattered because the wind did not bring the petals too far away, not far from the tree. One of them happened to fall at Wu Gui's feet?

"There is no complete plan in this world, right? When you choose to bet this, your brother actually made a choice." Chihiro said this when he was two steps behind Wu Gui.

"Choose, haha, hurting the enemy by one thousand and losing himself by eight hundred is his choice, so what about my choice? Do I have any choice now?" Wu Gui's smile was already cold, because the crisis that might happen next, and this crisis could directly threaten his existence. This is actually a very strange feeling for children from a family like him.

"Some." Qianzu said.

"Oh?" It was obvious that this was another unexpected answer, and he said, "Then tell me."

"Recognize it." Qianhe's voice was still as emotional as before, and there was no logical stress. If you included the dull expression, it would be easy for people to guess that she was just a robot wearing beautiful human skin.
Chapter completed!