Chapter 171: : The one who killed you

When a person looks at someone speaking, they are generally speaking the truth.
Yue Zitong thinks so too, but after she said this, she immediately bowed her head and jumped out of the car.
The heart was pounding, and her face was a little hot. This was an instinctive reaction after she was sorry for her lover. She only woke up after getting out of the car. She shouldn’t escape. Helan Fusu must be able to see her. Insincere.
How could I do this?
The only person I care about is Fusu?
Yue Zitong was in a mess, took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down quickly, pretending to be okay, turned her head and smiled.
Helan Fusu also smiled, looking at her eyes that were still gentle and full of love, as if she hadn't noticed her insincere just now.
"You two, go down to survey the humidity of the soil. The rain has been sufficient recently. I heard that the water permeability of the saline-alkali soil is very poor. Don't have accidents when you start digging trenches and delay the progress of the project.
Dong Jun, who was the first to get out of the car, ordered the two men to take out two shovel from the trunk of the car and instructed them to go down to work. The two understood, looked at each other, took their tools and walked down the Yellow River embankment quickly. .
Yue Zitong, who was calm on the surface and messed up in his heart, didn't care, turned and looked at the Yellow River to the north. The wind blew and picked up her hair and covered her eyes.
Helan Fusu stood beside her and looked at the river without speaking.
Dong Jun came over and brought them two bottles of mineral water.
Knowing that in the shelter forest below the chaotic graves, the people screamed intermittently, making people upset.
A dilapidated agricultural tricycle drove along the embankment from the east, smoky.
This kind of agricultural vehicle is not seen in the urban area, but only in remote rural areas. Farmers use it to pull crops without a license, let alone check that the exhaust gas is not up to standard.
A middle-aged man wearing a red advertising T-shirt sitting on it, following the potholes under the wheel, bumping up and down, but enjoying himself, he can be heard from afar, singing loudly. "The Big Sedan chair."
Similarly, I could smell a sour smell from far away. It turned out that this was a truck pulling chicken manure. Yue Zitong didn't mean to despise the peasants, but he couldn't stand the smell, so he quickly raised his hand to cover his nose and retreated. Upwind.
As for Dong Jun, he ran to the chaotic grave long ago, cursing something in a low voice.
On the contrary, Helan Fusu, the most distinguished person, did not make any gesture of covering his nose and frowning, but flashed on the side of the road. When the tricycle passed by, he smiled friendly at the dirty middle-aged man.
He never thought he came from a wealthy family, just like some self-righteous people, he looked down on the country people, because he knew very well that the superior living environment of the rich was created by the sweat of the hardworking people, and he must know how to be grateful.
Amidst the clanging noise, a diesel tricycle spitting black smoke passed in front of them, with a more unpleasant smell and obvious drunkenness. The driver turned out to be drunk.
The country folks’ awareness of the dangers of drunk driving is quite indifferent. He doesn’t think driving after drinking is so great, but rather curious to see the best beauties like Yue Zitong in such a desolate place. Can't help looking back.
Look at that wretched look. If it weren't for the two big men Helan Fusu and Dong Jun, he would get out of the car, flick his dirty and compassionate shirt, clasp his fists in his hands and give a deep salute, saying that Xiaosheng is polite, I would like to ask Xiaoniangzixianxiang where.
Sometimes the end of driving away is very serious, especially when the middle-aged man drove more than a hundred meters away on such a bad road, when he looked back at Yue Zitong again, the front wheel fell into a pit. , The handlebar slammed because of inertia and rushed straight to the graveyard in the north of the road.
"Ah, not good."
After the smell was blown away by the wind, Dong Jun, who walked on the road, noticed it first and screamed.
No matter how the middle-aged man turned the car over for whatever reason, and no matter how dirty he was, one thing is certain, this is an individual, and it is impossible for Yue Zitong and others to ignore him after the accident.
"Don't you go, I'll go!"
Seeing that Yue Zitong was about to run over there, Helan Fusu raised his hand to block her.
If the middle-aged man’s tricycle is pulling crops, Helan Fusu will not stop Yue Zitong.
But what he pulls is chicken manure, which smells strange, and what if the beauty is damaged?
"Okay, see if others are alright?"
Yue Zitong hesitated and stopped.
Helan Fusu nodded, and flew to the side hurriedly. If he could arrive earlier, the middle-aged man who was smashed under the car had more hope of being rescued in time.
Dong Jun didn't say anything, and ran over there, but he couldn't catch up with Helan Fusu, which was also normal. After all, he was not a special agent and spent most of the year on the training ground.
Looking at the figure of Helan Fusu running forward like a cheetah, Yue Zitong's eyes were a little blank.
When Dong Jun ran fifty or sixty meters away, Helan Fusu had already jumped off the embankment, in the waist-deep grass, bypassing the four-wheeled tricycle, bending over to observe the middle-aged man who was crushed underneath. .
Dong Jun raised his hand and threw the mineral water bottle out, speeding up his running speed.
"I hope that person will be fine, alas."
Yue Zitong sighed, and sincerely wished the middle-aged people be safe and sound. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that in the wild grass in the chaotic graveyard to the north, two figures suddenly threw out and rushed towards her.
How is this going?
Yue Zitong was startled, turned around abruptly, and heard a stern shout from a distance. It was Helan Fusu's voice, with sudden anger in the incident.
She wanted to see what happened to Helan Fusu, but the two people who rushed out suddenly came quickly, and under the sun, a flash of Lengsen sword flashed, very dazzling.
Killer!
In an instant, Yue Zitong realized what was happening, whispered in a low voice, leaned back abruptly, and swept across her chin with a cold light.
With the inertia of his body leaning back suddenly, Yue Zitong rolled sideways, avoiding the other knife that had been slashed at the head, and the short knife severely slashed on the broken concrete road, splashing a cluster of dark red sparks.
From this it can be seen that the killer is bound to win this knife, and he can't wait to cut Yue Zitong in half.
At the critical moment, Yue Zitong had already taken care of other things. After a few quick rolls on the potholes, he jumped up and shouted sharply: "Who are you?"
The two men were wearing camouflage uniforms, with the same colored headgear on their heads, showing only one pair of eyes.
"The one who killed you, hehe!"
After the failure of the raid, the two men looked at each other with a few sneers, swung their knives, gave a sharp shout, and rushed forward again.
Yue Zitong was worthy of working in Guoan for six years. After being accidentally assassinated, it was too late to think about who was going to kill her. She was short and dodged a sweeping knife.
Inexplicably, two killers suddenly jumped out and slashed at him with knives, making Yue Zitong very angry. The unruly energy in his bones was aroused. After kicking others away, instead of turning around and fleeing, he gritted his teeth and attacked- ---
Today, she wants these two little thief to see how powerful this auntie is!
Helan Fusu, who was a middle-aged man hidden behind the carriage and stabbed his left leg with a stab, staggered back a few steps, and suddenly came out of the four masks in the thatch beside him. Man, silently raised the knife and surrounded him, the short knife flew up and down, and the knife did not leave his vitality. It was absolutely a desperate posture.
It's nonsense to say that the master doesn't care whether the opponent has weapons or not. That's nonsense. There is a famous saying in the world that no matter how high the skill is, it will fall down.
From this sentence, we can see the importance of weapons. No matter how powerful Helan Fusu is, can he use his fists to directly confront the enemy's sharp knives?
If everyone is bare-handed, relying on Helan Fusu's ability, he can definitely level these five people within a few minutes, and then rescue Yue Zitong.
The problem is that they have knives, and he knows that he will desperately fight to rescue Yue Zitong, so all five of them took a defensive position, surrounded him tightly, tried to be kicked by him, and never gave way.
By now, the stupidest person can see what's going on.
These assassins didn’t know where they got the news. They knew that Yue Zitong was going to come here for on-site inspections and laid ambush here in advance. They also knew very well that Helan Fusu, who came with him, was very powerful, so they arranged for a middle-aged person to drive. After breaking through three rounds, they came to their ambush and pretended to have a car accident and attracted him.
The real target of these killers is Yue Zitong.
The five people entangled the most threatening Helan Fusu, and at all costs, the other two went to assassinate the master. As long as they can smoothly kill Yue Zitong, they will quickly escape in the first place.
Yue Zitong used to work as an agent, and it seems that she has two brushes. People are very clear. They distinguished the two who assassinated her. They had the same skill. They waved the two short knives, as if mercury was dripping, around her. Fly from the left to the right, and kill.
Fortunately, Mr. Yue is also very skillful. He raised his foot and fist, showing the true qualities of a top-level expert. In just a few tens of seconds, the hem of Prada's small suit was sharply swept by the blade, stabbing a big hole. If the tip of the knife is extended a little bit forward, she can be delivered by caesarean section immediately.
Yue Zitong seemed to know that a knife could kill people. He was flustered, and took a step back quickly. Another person stomped his left shoulder severely and fell to the ground.
Without waiting for her to make any movements, the killer who cut her clothes with a knife, raised the knife with a grinning smile, and stabbed her at her heart.
My life is over!
Yue Zitong, who was too late to do any dodge, screamed in his heart. Just as he closed his eyes and waited, a white dangling thing flew like a foreigner, accurately hitting the killer's wrist.
"President Yue, don't panic, I'm here!"
With a break, Dong Jun slapped his horse in time, his eyes widened, and he ran into a killer desperately.
The thing that was dangling just now was the mineral water that Helan Fusu threw on the side of the road when he found the car overturned and was eager to save people. Dong Jun used it as a hidden weapon and hit it on the killer’s wrist. It won for Yue Zitong. The key opportunity to avoid.
Obviously, that assassin didn't expect that when he was about to succeed, a Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway, and he was caught off guard and knocked to the ground.
Seeing that good things are about to succeed but are destroyed, the assassin who was thrown to the ground was very embarrassed and angry. With a backhand, he stabbed Dong Jun's left leg, causing him to scream: "Ah----Mr. Yue, Leave me alone, run!"
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