Chapter 421: New year

The micro-shot has a very high rate of fire, but within two or three seconds, everyone fired the bullet, but at this time, the four were still holding the trigger in their hands, and they could only hear the sound of the firing needle constantly shuttled through the barrel. At this time, Zhang Heng already had hundreds of bullets in front of him. These bullets seemed to be embedded in the air, and could no longer produce any lethality!
"Did you finish it?" Zhang Heng showed a signature sneer at the corner of his mouth, gently raised his hand, held a bullet with his two hands, and looked at it slightly. At the same time, the bullets seemed to have finally received the gravity of the earth. Ticked off and fell to the ground, leaving only those four men's horrified eyes!
"Lettering!"
As if the sky was falling, the leader of the four seemed to have an indescribable impact on the worldview. He severely dropped the gun in his hand, pulled out the dagger around his waist, and rushed towards Zhang Heng with death.
But before taking two steps, Zhang Heng looked at him in the same direction, and at the same time, his expression changed sharply. At the same time, the four people's expressions changed at the same time. In the next second, their heads were like watermelons falling from a tall building, bursting out of thin air Come on!
Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
The four blood mists sprayed out like a fountain, spreading like four blood mists. At this moment, the young man in the ninth inning rescued by Zhang Heng finally showed a terrifying look. He looked at all this dullly, Taking a step or two slowly forward, but it seemed as if he had lost his strength and fell to his knees directly in the ground. Everything in his eyes and mind was left, and the moment the heads of the four burst out, he could not disperse for a long time. ...
A cold wind blew through, and the cold current carried the blood mist in the air into the street, and then completely integrated into the sky, leaving only the sirens slowly approaching in the distance, showing the early winter.
I do n’t know when Zhang Heng disappeared ...
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Jingzhou, Fengtai District, Yanxi Washington House.
An old man with white hair was sitting in his bedroom, stroking a photo frame in his hand, which was wiped clean by him.
The old man was very old, and he was a little afraid of the cold. There were no lights in the room, only the dim fire in the fireplace. Like many old antiques, he is not particularly eager to see things like floor heating and air conditioning in reality. In comparison, he prefers ancient equipment such as fireplaces, which allows him to recall memories of his youth.
The fireplace was burning with flames, warming the bedroom. Through the flickering fire light, we can see that there is a picture of a young man on the frame in the hands of the old man.
This young man looks a little naive, with pride in his eyes, but the only flaw in this photo is the color of the photo.
This photo is black and white.
At this moment, the old man seemed to be immersed in memories. The wrinkled and aging spots on his face showed a quiet smile, but he was replaced by grief.
I don't know how long, the old man finally recovered from the memories. He stood up a little hesitantly and hung this photo frame on the wall beside him with his trembling hands. If there is a second person in the room at this time You can see that this wall is full of photos of this young man from small to large.
This young man is called Xu Haoyu.
Looking at the photos in front of him, the old man's murky eyes gradually showed a touch of faintness. He suddenly lowered his head and said softly in a voice that only he could hear ...
"Yuer, I believe Grandpa can get revenge on you soon ..."
After saying this, the old man seemed a little tired, and lay back on the old Huanghuali wooden chair, then closed his eyes slowly.
However, just when he closed his eyes and wanted to snore, a bland voice came out suddenly in the room, the sound was slightly hoarse, and it was very out of harmony with the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the room.
"The older generation remembers their children and grandchildren. It is a truly touching scene ..."
I heard that the old man rolled his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the source of the sound with amazement, but when he saw the shadow of the room, there seemed to be someone standing there.
No, no, yes, someone did stand there!
There was a flash of anger in the old man's eyes, but he was suppressed in an instant. He supported the armrest of the chair with both hands, trying to keep himself upright, and then said calmly, "I don't know that the guest came to the door, I really missed it."
"Are you a guest?"
In the shadows, the voice seemed to be sneering, but no matter how the old man looked, with his old eyes dim, only one figure could be seen, and nothing else could be seen.
"Oh, old age has lived long enough. For me, Yan Luo, the tenth palace, came to you, and was also a noble guest." The old man nodded, with calmness in his face, without the slightest fear, "I have not been afraid in my life. Who ever. "
"I believe." The figure seemed to sigh, but "I'm curious. If you know that it's not just you today, even your family is going to be destroyed, can you continue to be calm?" "
"What did you say?" The old man suddenly shrank, and he looked carefully at the shadow in front of him, as if trying to determine something. After a long time, he sighed, "I probably know who you are."
"You, probably from Zhang Heng, right?" The old man grinned. "I don't think anyone has the courage to speak such words in front of me ... but it's a pity ... , At this point he's probably already encountered an accident. "
"If you really think so, then you are totally wrong." Hearing, the figure in the darkness slowly emerged, an ordinary-looking young man came to the area where the fire can shine, and the old man saw it at this time. The young man seems to have a dark atmosphere, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, his eyes are bright, but there are dark like night, which can reflect everything in the world ...
Those are eyes that can absorb human soul.
"Zhang Heng!"
At this point, the old man's face finally seemed difficult to look at, his whole body trembled suddenly, and the peaceful face suddenly showed a trace of indescribable hesitation, "You are not dead yet?"
Zhang Heng didn't answer, but walked to the old man's side with his hands on his back, admiring Xu Haoyu's previous figures on the wall like a tasting, and sighed for a long time, "Master, you should have received from me last year. Is this the annual gift? "
The old man's body trembled again, and his hands trembled even more intensely. The withered fingers only clasped the handle of the Huanghuali wood lounge chair, almost completely clasping his fingers, and at the same time, a trace of blood slowly diffused from the nail seam Come out ... (to be continued ...) 2k novel reading network