Chapter 422

The firing speed of the micro charge was extremely high. Within two or three seconds, all the people shot all the bullets. However, at this time, the four men were still holding the trigger in their hands, and they could only hear the sound of the firing needle constantly shuttling through the gun chamber. At this time, there were more than 100 bullet heads in front of Zhang Heng's body. These bullets seemed to be embedded in the air, and they could no longer produce any lethality!

"Have you finished?" Zhang Heng grinned at the corner of his mouth, gently raised his hand, held a bullet in his two hands, and looked at it slightly. At the same time, it seemed that the bullets finally received the gravity and dropped to the ground. Only the four men's startled eyes remained!

"Believe me!"

As if the sky fell, the leader of the four seemed to have suffered an indescribable impact on his world outlook. He threw away his guns and pulled out his dagger in his waist, and rushed to Zhang Heng with a will to die!

But before he made two steps, Zhang Heng suddenly looked at his direction, and at the same time, his face suddenly changed. The next second, their heads were like watermelons falling from a high-rise building and burst out of thin air!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four blood mists spurted out like fountains and spread like four blood mists. At this moment, the ninth Bureau Youth rescued by Zhang Heng finally showed a look of astonishment. He looked at all these things and slowly walked forward one or two steps. However, he seemed to lose his strength and knelt down directly. All that was left in his eyes and mind was the heads of the four men The moment when it burst out can't be dispersed for a long time

A gust of cold wind blows, the cold current with blood mist in the air diffuses in the street, and then completely melts into the sky, leaving only the sound of siren approaching slowly in the distance, showing the bleak early winter.

I don't know when, Zhang Heng disappeared

……

Jingzhou, Fengtai District, Yanxi Huafu villa.

An old man with white hair was sitting in his bedroom, touching a photo frame in his hand, which was wiped clean by him.

The old man was very old. He was afraid of the cold. There was no light in the room, only the dim fire in the fireplace was extinguished. Like many antiques, he didn't particularly like the real floor heating and air conditioning. He preferred the fireplace as an ancient equipment, which made him recall the memories of his youth.

The fire in the fireplace warmed the bedroom. By the flickering fire, we can see that there is a picture of a young man on the photo frame in the old man's hand.

The young man looked naive, and his eyes flashed with arrogance. However, the only flaw in this photo was the color of the photo.

This photo is in black and white.

At this moment, the old man seems to be immersed in memories, that with wrinkles and age spots on the face, showing a quiet smile, but in a flash was replaced by grief.

I don't know how long later, the old man finally recovered from his memory. He stood up a little rickety and hung this photo frame on the wall beside him with his shaking hands. If there is a second person in the room at this time, you can see that the wall is full of photos of the young man from small to large.

This young man is called Xu Haoyu.

Looking at the pictures in front of him, the old man's muddy eyes gradually showed a touch of fine. He suddenly lowered his head and said in a soft voice that only he could hear

"Yu'er, I believe that my grandfather will be able to avenge you soon..."

After saying this, the old man seemed to be tired and lay back on the old yellow pear wood chair, and then slowly closed his eyes.

However, just as he closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap, a flat voice came out of the room. The voice was a little hoarse, which was not in harmony with the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere in the room.

"The older generation recalled their children and grandchildren. It was really a touching scene..."

Hearing the speech, the old man rolled his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the source of the voice with a color of astonishment. However, he saw a man standing there in the shadow of the room.

No, no, no, yes, there was someone standing there!

There was a flash of anger in the old man's eyes, but in a flash he was suppressed. He put his hands on the armrest of the chair and tried to straighten himself up. Then he said in awe, "I don't know if a distinguished guest is coming. It's a long way to meet you."

"A distinguished guest?"

In the shadow, the voice seemed to sneer, but no matter how the old man looked at it, with his old and dim eyes, he could only see a figure. Besides, nothing could be seen.

"Ah, I've lived long enough. For me, it's the ten halls of hell who come to visit us, and I'm also a distinguished guest." The old man nodded, with a calm look, without the slightest fear, "I have not been afraid of anyone in this life."

"I believe it." Vaguely, the figure seemed to sigh, "but I am curious, if you know that today is not only you, even your family will be destroyed, can you continue to be calm?"

"What do you say?" The old man suddenly shrunk. He looked at the black shadow in front of him, as if he wanted to determine something. After a long time, he sighed, "I probably know who you are.""You, probably sent by Zhang Heng?" The old man said with a smile, "besides him, I don't think anyone has the courage to say such a thing in front of me But it is a pity that he may have met with an accident at this time

"If you really think so, it's a big mistake." Hearing the words, the figure in the dark slowly came out. An ordinary looking young man came to the area where the fire could shine. At this time, the old man saw that the young man seemed to have a sinister smell. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were bright. However, it seemed that he was as deep as night and could reflect everything in the world

It is a pair of eyes that can absorb human soul.

"Zhang Heng!"

At this time, the old man's face finally looked ugly, his whole body suddenly trembled, that peaceful face suddenly revealed a trace of unspeakable ferocity, "you are not dead yet?"

Zhang Heng did not answer. He just walked to the old man with his hands on his back. He enjoyed the photos of Xu Haoyu on the wall. After a long time, he sighed in a low voice, "master, you should have received the annual gift I sent last year?"

When the old man heard the speech, his body trembled again, and his hands trembled more violently. His dry ten fingers tightly clasped the handle of the Huanghua pear wood reclining chair, and almost completely buckled his own fingers in! At the same time, a trace of blood slowly diffused from the nail seam

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