The night.

Zhang Yong is in action.

Quietly, silently.

The person who monitored him had weapons, long and short guns.

This guy's residence is in an inconspicuous house. It is very hidden.

Without the tracking function of the radar map, you wouldn't notice it at all.

The other party is carrying so many weapons, and it is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Note that the target has multiple grenades."

"Don't force yourself."

Zhang Yong reminded Yue Shenzhou and others to pay attention.

These people are all experts, but they often prefer adventure.

Grenades are one of Zhang Yong's most annoying weapons. Because once it explodes, the consequences will be uncontrollable.

Even the most powerful master may send it on the spot.

Squatting quietly around.

Zhang Yong thought about how to sneak in...

Suddenly, the target was moving. He actually tried to go out?

Hurry up and make gestures. Everyone hid it carefully.

"Cruff..."

The wooden door opens and the target appears.

He looked around vigilantly and found no abnormalities. So he turned around and locked the door.

Zhang Yong made a gesture, indicating that the target has no weapons.

The target dares not bring weapons when he goes out. He may encounter a gendarmerie inspection.

Although there is no curfew in Hankou, the patrols of the gendarmerie and police must have increased.

If you find that you have weapons on your body, you will have to peel off even if you don’t die.

After the target reached more than 100 meters, Zhang Yong ordered the action. Everyone rushed up from around.

Of course, it is not difficult to capture. Although the goal is very strong, it is quickly pressed down.

"Hoho..."

“Hoho…”

The goal struggles desperately.

The strength is really good. There is a strong sense of strength.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots.

The target's knee was blown.

No more strength to struggle.

Of course, Zhang Yong fired the gun.

I haven't had a knee thrust for a long time. I really miss it a little.

"ah……"

The target screamed in pain.

The others let go of their hands and let the other party roll.

Both legs and knees were blown out. Even gods could not escape.

Moreover, there is no possibility of treatment in the future. From then on, they are all disabled.

Zhang Yong stood beside him and watched quietly.

He doesn't speak either.

I'm too lazy to ask. Let the other party say it himself.

If you are willing to say it, you will survive.

If you don't want to say it, then continue shooting and blowing one by one...

Five minutes passed...

The goal was not said...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Blow the target's elbow.

The Colt M1911 has a total of seven bullets. It's done.

Two shots were missing in the chest.

"Zhang Yong! We will not let you go. You, you..."

"I'm afraid you're almost worth it."

"I, I, I, I do things for the British. I, I, I, I am from MI5..."

"oh?"

Zhang Yong's eyebrows raised.

MI5? I was thinking a little bit wrong.

I thought it was sent by Mrs. Confucius. I didn’t expect it was Da Ying.

Oh, remember, Katherine mentioned it last time. It was said that the MI5 people would not let him go.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually took action and began to monitor himself.

But, what's the use of surveillance? Really.

It’s better to give yourself a lot of money and bribe yourself.

My offer is not high. It only costs one million pounds, guaranteeing the service is thoughtful...

"Sirius..."

"What's my business?"

"You took the ocean in the peanuts..."

"yes."

Zhang Yong answered frankly.

That's right, it's me. So what?

You don’t have a legal proof either! I am the official, so of course I confiscated it.

Otherwise, what should I do as this official?

"You, you..."

"Speak less nonsense. Provide some valuable information. Otherwise, I will have three bullets to give to you all."

"If you kill me..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Yong pulled the trigger.

Two shots in the chest and one shot. The King of Hell was worried when he saw it.

It's really. It's also threatening me. It seems like I dare not shoot. You are the old man. Go back and make a comeback!

Retract the big-eyed masturbator.

Get it done.

The people were killed. Let the bullets fly for the rest of the matter.

What about the MI5? Let’s continue to cause trouble for yourself. One kills one, two kills three.

Why one more? Turn around and kill Catherine to the sky...
To be continued...