Chapter 138: Azerbaijan

Although Zhang Yang's meditation was interrupted, he felt that this was a very cruel battle, and also a very weird battle. Except for the sound of the broken glass door, the entire seven-story hotel Filled with a low and painful killing.
This was a silent war. Except occasionally someone could not help but screamed, and there was almost no shouting, which increased the cruel and mysterious killings.
Often, the kind of war without sound is more frightening. This is like a ghost movie, and the noisy howling horror movie is often more shocking than the quiet and choking horror movie.
It seems that these attackers and the attacked people have a tacit understanding and try not to make a sound.
Zhang Yang felt the killings spreading in the air, his blood was boiling, and a killing intention grew madly in his heart.
Finally, the battle spread to the room near Zhang Yang. After a while, the sound of beatings and things falling to the ground slowly fell silent, and immediately followed by a woman's whispering voice. Apparently, someone was injured or died ...
With a loud noise, "Yang!" Zhang Yang's door was kicked open by a naked man with fleshy flesh, with almost no hesitation. The macho hurled towards Zhang Yang who was sitting on a chair and waved his hand. With a boning knife, sharp.
The dim light on the corridor shot into the magnificent room. Suddenly, the macho's entire body was fixed like a sculpture, and the raised boning knife was frozen in the air.
Because a black hole muzzle is facing him, the gun is held in the hands of a grim young man. The macho believes that as long as he moves slightly, the other party will shoot without hesitation. This is completely intuitive. .
"The dog said, it came to the door ..." Liu Biao was already in his hand when the door was kicked. When he saw Liu Biao holding the macho with a gun, he almost did not hesitate to stab it into that hand. Liu Biao suddenly woke up and naturally did not know that there was an internal strife between the people of Xinjiang and thought he had been hunted down.
"Ah ..." After the blade of light, a low scream, Liu Biao's huge body was kicked to the ground by Liu Biao, holding his broken hand and biting his teeth in pain.
"Peng!", Another person rushed in.
"Crouching towards the wall." Zhang Yang's gun pattern remained motionless, with no expression on his face.
Looking at the muzzle of the muffler, the knife rushed into the man's hand trembled, and glanced at the macho who was sorely twisted on the ground, and finally stood obediently facing the wall.
One, two, three ...
Under Zhang Yang's muzzle, four people were squatted down in this small room, facing the wall, holding his head in his hands. All the weapons were confiscated and placed on the bed by Liu Biao.
"Brother, we are having trouble finding Anwar. We know that he is here today. I think we should have misunderstood. You are definitely not Anwar's subordinates. We are the subordinates of Alimu. I hope you can give some face. Our well water does not violate the river water, and today ’s things should not have happened. How about it?
The last person who came in was a fluent mandarin. Obviously, he could tell from the outfit and outfit that the outfit was not theirs. The enemy.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything, because he was waiting for someone, waiting for the one who started practicing in the corridor.
really!
The young man was already wearing a poor-quality black suit, holding his sharp waist knife step by step, and he seemed to hesitate at the door. Finally, he explored his head ... ...
"Come in, the person you are looking for is here." Zhang Yang said indifferently. From the beginning, he felt that the young man seemed to be looking for a target. He was not very effective in the scuffle. In fact, Zhang Yang's thoughts were always focused on Although this person cannot be as clear as in meditation, he can still judge the position and movement of a person. Perhaps, if these inductions can be materialized, then this is the time when meditation is completed.
The young man glanced at the man squatting on the ground, and his eyes fell on the crooked man with his broken hand on the ground.
"Is the enemy or a friend?" The young man flashed a mad fierce light in his eyes, staring at Zhang Yang tightly. His waist knife was tightly held in his hands, and it seemed that he might burst into injury at any time. In his eyes, the open pistol seemed to be non-existent.
"Slowly put your hand down, um, slowly, I know, your knife is fast, you can make five knives in one second, but I can definitely shoot a bullet into your heart when you go out." Zhang Yang's raised gun stood still, facing the young man steadily.
"who are you?"
The young man did not put down the knife, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He could not imagine that the person who had never seen him knew the speed of his knife, which filled him with curiosity.
"Not an enemy or a friend. I am here. I slept well. They broke the door and tried to kill us."
"A bunch of stupid pigs, don't you have eyes and can't see that they are locals? If you kill him, no one can do business in this provincial capital!" The young man spit hard at the squatting people on the ground Took a sip.
"Well, it's my turn now to ask, who are they?" Zhang Yang asked.
"They are subordinates of Alimu, and they want to our place in province h." The young man answered very succinctly.
"Oh, I know this, what I want to know is why you are looking for him." Zhang Yang smiled slightly and glanced at the people on the ground.
"How do you know I'm looking for him?" The young man asked in surprise.
"You are deaf? It ’s our boss asking you!" Liu Biao walked over, and the huge palm iron clamp generally grabbed the young man's arm, seized his waist knife, and punched the young man's belly suddenly. In the past, the young man was lying on the ground with a punch by Liu Biao, and he was sorely sweating. How powerful Liu Biao was. This kind of being forced by a gun but couldn't avoid being punched, the young man could bear it.
Zhang Yang smiled. Liu Biao will always be his best partner. He knows when it will be soaring. The young man is a little bit taunted and will not let him suffer. He won't talk honestly.
Sure enough, being overwhelmed by Liu Biao's arrogance, although the young man was angry, he didn't have the energy to start.
"Stay at the door, anyone who dares to come in will shoot." Zhang Yang picked up the sharp machete and threw the gun in Liu Biao and said to the young man, "You can say that."
"Be honest!" Liu Biao walked to the door, kicked the young man's ass, and kicked him to Zhang Yang's feet.
"He killed my brother." The spark of hatred shot into the young man's eyes.
"No, Azer ... I didn't kill it ..." The man holding the broken hand pleaded painfully.
"Amu brother, I finally called you Amu brother, you used to be a person I admired, you are one of the most powerful generals under Alimu, I used to treat you as my idol, and I target you However, you disappointed me. The Bomati boss dealt with a few [] members last time and sent Alimu people, including you and my brother. As a result, you all came back, but my brother Dead ... "The young man looked pale.
"Aze, I didn't really kill your brother ..."
"Well, yes, no, you may not have killed, but it was you who betrayed my brother. You can't think of it. My brother sent me a message when he was dying, and he told me that you betrayed him! "The young man hated.
"..."
The big man named Amu suddenly turned dark and opened his mouth without speaking.
There seemed to be a silence in the room, and Zhang Yang was lost in thought. There was a loud noise outside. It seemed that some people had retreated. Several people seemed to be going this way. They were stopped by Liu Biao's gun and then retreated.
Finally, Zhang Yang broke the silence.
"It's over to you." Zhang Yang stood up gently and threw the waist knife on the bed to the young man named Azer.
"Thank you!"
With a wave of the young man's hand, the little machete fell in his hand, his movements did not hesitate to stop, and at the moment when he took the small machete, the machete drew a silver dotted line in the air and hit it directly. The man holding the broken hand didn't have any hesitation. The man almost didn't even make a screaming sound, staring blankly at his chest that was ripped. At that moment, the blood didn't have time to flow out. I saw that the beating red heart was cut through a long hole ...
This is a fatal sword, this is a sword that has been refined!
What a fast knife!
Zhang Yang's pupils could not help but tighten. The speed of this young man's sword actually surpassed his calculations. He has surpassed the world boxer's highest record, seven punches!
The teenager's hand speed has reached eight shots per second.
This is a scary speed. In front of this speed, no tricks are needed, and you can win by speed completely. No matter how high your martial arts are, you cannot resist this speed.
(To be continued)