"You search for each room first, and I will deal with the sniper on the roof." After Hang Tian said that, he pulled out the flying knife from the eighteen corpses, inserted it into his belt, quietly opened the door, and walked out.

Hangtian leaned against the wall and climbed upwards along the door and the sewer pipes. With Hangtian's skills now, he almost achieved a sound state. Even though the sniper was highly sensitive, the sniper had already reacted until Hangtian climbed to the roof and stood behind the sniper.

Hang Tian patted the sniper's shoulders, and obviously felt the sniper's body tremble, and then turned around quickly, but Hang Tian quickly punched the sniper's left and right shoulders. Two clicks, the sniper's shoulders were shattered by Hang Tian.

Hang Tian grabbed the sniper's neck and asked coldly: "Who are you? Or, who are you?"

The sniper's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he actually gritted his teeth hard, and then a little black and blood flowed out of his mouth and died.[

Hang Tian frowned. What kind of organization is this? It is so cruel. He commits suicide if he says he commits suicide.

Leaving the body, Hang Tian jumped a few steps, waiting for the key points from the air-conditioning desk, and easily returned to the ground, then walked into the villa and came to the third floor. There was a very large living room on the third floor, and Qiqi was looking at a painting inside.

"Let's take a look at this painting." Qiqi saw Hang Tian walk in, pointed to the picture of Guan Gong hanging on the wall and said.

Hang Tian walked over and looked at it, but he didn't see anything, and he didn't sign it. It was obvious that it was not a valuable thing, but there was an altar under the painting, with no offerings of fruits and food on it, only an incense burner and incense.

"What are you looking at? Is there anything wrong here?" Hang Tian asked in confusion.

Qiqi is an expert in treasure robbery. He cultivated Qiqi. In order to steal rare treasures, Hang Tian did not see anything wrong, but if Qiqi said this, I believe there must be some clues.

"The color of the brush and ink of this painting is different from the original Guan Gong. Moreover, Guan Gong's picture is usually riding a jade rabbit horse and holding a moon knife, but this picture is different. It is actually standing on a cliff, with birds flying in the sky and clouds. If I guess correctly, this is an obscure picture, and there should be another picture."

After Qiqi finished speaking, she carefully studied the scroll and finally found an extremely thin line on the edge of the scroll. If she didn't look carefully, Hang Tian would not be able to see it.

Qiqi grabbed the thin line and pulled it gently. A strange thing happened. The image of Guan Gong Wangya changed and turned into a lifelike black dragon with fangs and claws.

"It's true. This picture is an obscure picture. The things drawn on the surface are hiding other things." Qiqi felt a little complacent about her unique vision.

Hang Tian frowned and looked at the big black dragon carefully. Apart from the good chemical engineering, he found nothing strange. He couldn't help but look at Qiqi in confusion. Maybe Qiqi could know what this means.

Qiqi turned her head and looked at the living room decoration, and suddenly her face became solemn, and she said, "Let's go to the first floor and tear open the clothes of those people to take a look."

After Qiqi finished speaking, she turned around and walked out. Hang Tian hurriedly chased after him and came to the first floor. Hang Tian stopped Qiqi and coughed and said, "I'll do this kind of tearing men's clothes."

After Hang Tian finished speaking, he grabbed the collar of the fake Zheng Jinghe with both hands, and then tore it hard. On the entire back of the fake Zheng Jinghe, a lifelike black dragon tattoo was somewhat similar to the painting on the third floor.

Hang Tian tore open the clothes of more than a dozen other corpses. These people actually had tattoos of the big black dragon, but not on the back, but on the upper half of the arms and shoulders, and the back was only slightly involved.

Hang Tian understood at this time that these people were all in the same organization. No wonder they were not surprised to see that Zheng Jinghe was fake. These people seemed to have been lurking in Heshenghe for a long time.

Everyone was tattooed with a black dragon, and the third floor worshiped a black dragon. After all, this organization was related to this black dragon, but Hang Tian had only been reborn for more than a year and had a limited understanding of the world's culture, so he couldn't help but turn his attention to Qiqi again.

Qi Qi's face also became solemn, and she said, "If I guess correctly, it should be the Black Dragon Society of the island country."

Heilong Club? Hang Tian asked in confusion: "What is it?"[

"The Black Dragon Society, the world's largest black organization in the early days, once Gudong and supported the island country's army and invaded neighboring countries, and was in the limelight. However, after the Island Country was defeated, the Black Dragon Society was sentenced to extreme right wing and was expelled and disbanded. After that, the Black Dragon Society disappeared, and few people mentioned it again. I thought the Black Dragon Society no longer existed, but I didn't expect that they had gone underground." Qiqi slowly told Hang Tian about this thing that everyone in China knew, only Hang Tian didn't know.

The world was once the largest, and since it was the largest, it could not be completely destroyed in one go. Don’t people in this world know this truth? A lean camel is bigger than a horse. It seems that this Black Dragon Society should have always existed, but it just can’t bear it. Now it is time to attack He Shenghe. It seems that the Black Dragon Society is no longer content to hide underground. This is the rhythm of being about to surface.

Hang Tian took out the phone and called out, saying, "Zheng Haochen, I am now in the mountaintop villa in Yuen Long, you should know which one it is."

After Hang Tian finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Hang Tian believed that Zheng Haochen would come here immediately.

About two hours later, Zheng Haochen brought four people to rush in and saw corpses all over the ground, and each of them was stripped naked. The most obvious thing was that each of them had a black dragon tattoo.

"What's going on?" Zheng Haochen was obviously relieved, perhaps because he didn't see his father's face among these people.

Hang Tian was a little surprised. Among the four people who came with Zheng Haochen, except for the magic hand, the other three were also masters of the Heavenly Realm, but they were all on the first and second levels.

"Look at this." Hang Tian threw the face in his hand to Zheng Haochen.

Zheng Haochen took it and looked at it, and became confused because the dough is flat after tearing it off, so it is difficult to see what kind of face it is.

"Take the dough with this old man and you will know." Hang Tian said lightly again.

At this time, Zheng Haochen already understood what Hangtian meant. Hangtian had told him before that he was disguised.

Zheng Haochen handed the face to the magic hand with a serious expression, then nodded to the magic hand, signaling the magic hand to do what Hang Tian said.
Chapter completed!