Si Hongchu pulled out a flying knife, glanced at it, and smiled bitterly helplessly.

The flying knife is very powerful, but it is pitifully small. In the face of the crazy firepower of ak47, I don’t know how much it will play.

But the flying knife was already the only murder weapon at present. Si Hongchu's temple jumped. He originally wanted to stretch his middle finger at the sniper, but he gave up this idea.

Since the sniper is here to help him, why didn't he just rush in and insist on hiding in the tree and firing a cold gun. However, after all, his origin is unknown, and Si Hongchu cannot and does not want to anger him, so as not to turn his friends into enemies, so he can only find a way to lead the Fusang people to the predetermined position.

Si Hongchu thought a little, poked out half of his body, and shouted at the Fusang people: "Brother, don't shoot, someone is looking for him!"

The three Fusang people did not expect Si Hongchu to say this, and they were all stunned for a moment. Si Hongchu immediately raised his hands high and said, "Don't shoot, I'm here to pass the message, don't shoot!"

Three guns aimed at Si Hongchu at the same time, but Si Hongchu's hand did not retract, but shouted again: "I am a passing person. I was caught and passed a message. It has nothing to do with me!"

After Si Hongchu finished shouting, he stood up tremblingly, as he looked so scared.

The other party did not shoot, and it was temporarily safe. Si Hongchu breathed a sigh of relief and continued to stabilize the three Fusang people: "Someone asked me to pass the notes to you..."

Si Hongchu raised a note of his hand, which contained a pitifully small flying knife.

While speaking, Si Hongchu walked forward, walking very carefully.

Slowly approaching the predetermined position, Si Hongchu looked at the Fusang people with fear, meaning that he wanted to hand over the note.

In fact, Si Hongchu was betting that the three Fusang people did not recognize themselves and thought they were really forced to send a message.

This move was too risky. At this moment, Si Hongchu was completely exposed to the mouths of three guns, and he was simply serving the tiger with his body.

Even the snipers who are always watching are not only sweating, but it is too dangerous.

Si Hongchu still pretended to be scared, his body seemed to be trembling, but his mind was extremely calm, and he calmly analyzed the situation in front of him.

A Fusang man stood up, observed for a while, and confirmed that Si Hongchu had no accomplices, so he slowly approached: "Who asked you to come?"

"I...I don't know, I really don't know."

Another Fusang man approached, and the black muzzle was always facing Si Hongchu, making people feel cold.

As the muzzle got closer, Si Hongchu was under increasing pressure, and he kept calculating the distance between the Fusang people.

"It's almost time, I'm almost at the designated position..." Si Hongchu breathed a long sigh and prayed uncontrollably to the sniper: "You and he

Mom, don't miss it!"

Not only is this sniper unknown origin, but he doesn't know how good his shooting skills are. If he can't hit it with one blow, Si Hongchu will be miserable.

In fact, even if he doesn't shoot, it will be like harming Si Hongchu.

The three guys stood in front of each other to cover each other. It seems that they are different from other Fusang people. They only show that they have received rigorous military training and may have retired from the Self-Defense Force.

Soon, a Fusang man approached and used ak47 to block Si Hongchu's forehead. The other Fusang man kept a distance from Si Hongchu and carefully reached over to see what was written on the note.

Now is the best opportunity to shoot, but there is no movement outside the window. Si Hongchu kept shouting in his heart: "Shoot, fuck, you shoot!"

The sniper outside the window still didn't respond. Si Hongchu had a sudden inspiration and pretended that his hand was accidentally released, dropping the note.

Out of a subconscious reaction, the Fusang people focused on the note, and Si Hongchu was about to take action at this time, and at the same time, the gunshots outside finally rang out.

Ak47, who was standing against Si Hongchu's forehead, shook, the Fusang man shook his body and fell to the ground.

Si Hongchu quickly turned back and covered himself with his body. Then, the gunshots rang out again, and the second Fusang man was knocked to the ground.

The third Fusang man reacted very quickly. He saw a sniper outside and immediately dodged to a corner. But he did not avoid Si Hongchu. He saw Si Hongchu raise his hand and a cold light gently smearing his throat, bringing up a dark red liquid.

While the Fusang man fell to the ground, Si Hongchu had already rushed over and reached out to take ak47.

With a gun in hand, Si Hongchu became much more confident, but before Si Hongchu could check the gun, there was a sudden burst of gunfire outside, and it sounded like more than one sniper was shooting.

Si Hongchu subconsciously fell to the ground, and the sound of "slap" kept coming from all around him. All the windows were broken in an instant, and glass slags splashed everywhere, and black holes were made in the wall facing the window.

Fortunately, even under such firepower, Si Hongchu was not injured.

When the gunfire stopped, Si Hongchu stood up and found out why the sniper fired.

Several Fuso people rushed out of a room and were preparing to reinforce the three previous companions, but they were all killed at this time.

Without exception, there were blood holes on their foreheads, and blood was gushing. It seemed that the snipers outside the window had very accurate marksmanship.

However, when Si Hongchu looked up and looked outside, he could not find the shadow of the sniper.

They disappeared, as mysterious as they came, leaving no trace.

Si Hongchu searched every room, and there was no sign of Zhou Yuhang everywhere, so he returned to the downstairs.

After fighting hard, Huang Hun and Zi Tong have wiped out most of the Fusang people, and a few others have fled.

However, just like Si Hongchu, they did not find Zhou Yuhang.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Huang Hun let out a long sigh: "We can't run around like headless flies, we should analyze it carefully..."

"That's right." Zi Tong nodded worriedly: "If the hostages are of value, I guess the Fusang people will not silence them. I am worried now that after we attack, the Fusang people have transferred the hostages."

Si Hongchu said thoughtfully: "We searched one by one. Although the architectural structure here is complex, there is only one staircase. If the Fusang people transfer the hostages, we will definitely show up."

Huang Hun immediately asked, "What if there is a basement and the hostages are locked up?"

Si Hongchu shook his head: "I checked it out when I came in, and there was no basement."

Huang Hun said again: "What if the basement is very hidden?"

"This..." Thinking of this possibility, Si Hongchu's heart immediately tightened: "Then the Fusang people will quietly transfer Zhou Yuhang, and the people may no longer be here."

"Don't be anxious first." Huang Hun had a Fusang man who had not died. He walked over and asked coldly: "Are you imprisoned someone here and a young man?"

The Fusang people looked at Huang Hun angrily and said a series of Fusang words.

Huang Hun curled his lips: "I don't understand Fusang dialect, I use Chinese."

The Fusang people smiled sadly, but they were still talking about Fusang words.

Huang Hun sighed: "Who can tell me what he is talking about?"

"I know a little Fusang word..." Zi Tong looked at the Fusang man and said with a smile: "I don't understand completely, but I'm still sure that he is scolding us."

"Okay." Huang Hun nodded helplessly, suddenly swung the soft sword, and saw that the soft sword stretched into a steel whip, extending five times, wrapping around the legs of the Fusang man.

"Get back, don't splash blood." Zi Tong pulled Si Hongchu and the two of them took a few steps back together.

Huang Hun pulled his hand back, and the sword whip hovered and slid down the Fusang people's legs, exploding a cloud of blood mist.

When the sword whip returned to Huang Hun, the Fusang people's feet were covered with flesh and blood. When they looked at the Fusang people's entire legs, they were cut into white bones.

The Fusang people kept screaming. This was the most shrill cry that Si Hongchu had ever heard since his life.

This call alone is already terrifying enough, and hearing it in your ears is simply a torture.

Huang Hun had no expression on his face: "Can you say it now?"

The Fusang people rolled around on the ground, and they kept muttering Fusang words, but they no longer cursed, but begged.

"I heard that you Fusang people are not afraid of death, and regard death as ascension. And you don't care about pain, so you understand a very painful way of death - septum." Huang Hun looked at Fusang people, not touched by this pain at all, just said lightly: "But I promise you will suffer ten thousand times more than septum!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Hun swung his sword whip again, wrapping around the other leg of the Fusang people.

Zi Tong curled her lips and said in a little disappointed manner: "What if he doesn't understand Chinese?"

"Then even if he is in trouble." Huang Hun smiled slightly and was about to pull off the sword whip.

"Wait...wait..." The Fusang man suddenly shouted in very standard Chinese: "I said...I said everything..."

"Tell me." Huang Hun nodded with satisfaction and said to Zi Tong: "I asked a arrogant Fusang man to learn to speak Chinese immediately and become very polite. It seems that I am really suitable to be a teacher..."

"Fuck..." Si Hongchu was sweating coldly when he heard this: "It's really a bad luck to have such a teacher..."

"There is a... young man..." The Fusang man spoke stutteringly under great pain: "Being locked in the rooftop...secret room..."

Huang Hun raised his eyebrows: "Rooftop Secret Room?"

"The top floor... at the end of the corridor... there is a secret door, the same color as the wall..." The Fusang man was about to continue speaking, but rolled his eyes and fainted.

Huang Hun put away his sword whip and waved his hand: "Go to the top floor right away!"

Before the three of them could take steps, there were suddenly a dense sound of footsteps downstairs.

"What's going on?" Si Hongchu lay on the window and looked out, almost completely disappointed.

The cars came back, and a large number of Fusang people rushed down and were rushing into the Hefeng cuisine.

Zi Tong looked at Huang Hun: "What should I do?"

"Since we are all here, since we have decided to help..." Huang Hun smiled indifferently: "Then we have to do it to the end!"

"I think so too." Zi Tong also smiled, not caring about the upcoming battle at all: "By the way, we haven't killed it for a long time, so why not compare and see who killed more!"

"No problem." Huang Hun nodded, and then ordered Si Hongchu: "You go to the top floor to save the hostages immediately. Teacher Zi and I will block the Fusang people!"

Si Hongchu was a little worried: "Can it work?"
Chapter completed!