Chapter 272 Matsushima No Wind, Death

"Can I let you come here? Do you think I will be so relaxed?" Matsushima Wufeng covered his broken wrist and said with pain, "You are indeed stronger than I thought, but it's too late."

After saying that, a glass curtain wall suddenly fell quickly from the ceiling, with a muffled sound, and had fallen on the ground like thunder, accurately inserted into the cracks in the floor, extremely fast!

At this time, the room has been divided into two completely closed spaces by this glass wall. Wang Zheng has no windows or doors on that side. It is blocked by the glass wall and can't go out at all!

Wang Zheng's reaction was also quick. At first sight, he immediately took out the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger continuously against the glass wall! However, what I didn't expect was that when the bullet was shot at such a close range, the glass wall just shook slightly, and no crack appeared! Even the rebound bullet almost hit Wang Zheng!

Matsushima Wufeng suppressed the pain and sneered, "Don't try again. This room is a concrete structure with a 20cm thick steel plate in the middle. Even the shell can't explode. This glass is a newly developed double 'S'-level bulletproof glass in the United States. Don't struggle anymore. It's useless."

At this time, there was a fierce gunfire outside. It seems that Li Minghao and the others have officially caught fire with the windless guards of Matsushima.

Wang Zheng kicked the glass wall hard. Not only did the wall not shake, but even his legs were numb!

"Matsushima, you are such an old fox!"

When he was locked in, Wang Zheng scolded unpleasantly.

"There is not much air in it. You'd better preserve your physical strength and consume less oxygen, so that you may live longer." Matsushima Wufeng simply opened a stool and sat down, with a sneer on his face, wanting to watch Wang Zheng slowly die because of lack of oxygen.

"Bastard!" Wang Zheng punched the glass wall fiercely and scolded angrily, but this was also useless work. What's the use of fists that can't even be penetrated by bullets?

"It is also a pleasure to kill a special elite of the Chinese army in this way." Matsushima Wufeng covered his broken wrist, and now the pain doesn't seem to be as fierce as before.

Because there are several miniature loudspeakers on the glass, Matsushima's voice clearly enters Wang Zheng's ears through the glass, which is a clear mockery, and Wang Zheng even hears a hint of enjoyment.

"This is a pervert, an absolute pervert." Wang Zheng said in a low voice.

Although Matsushima Wufeng is old, he is really an extremely conceited guy. Confident to be narcissistic, he will not believe in anyone's strength, but only himself. He has no better way to get rid of Wang Zheng. He can only use his body as bait. In the case of paying a broken hand, Songdao Wufeng finally introduced Wang Zheng into his trap step by step, and finally successfully locked the dragon scale elite.

Unexpected by Matsushima, Wang Zheng smiled and sat down cross-legged at this time, as if he was closing his eyes to refresh his mind.

"Why don't you find a way to get out, but you don't look afraid at all?" Songdao Wufeng looked at Wang Zheng as if he were looking at a research object.

"I want to recover my strength, and there will be a big war next." Wang Zheng is too lazy to explain.

"War? Is it waiting for the next battle with death? Matsushima Wufeng looks interesting at this time.

"It turns out that the legendary Matsushima Wufeng is a person with so much nonsense." Wang Zheng opened his eyes, took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly, a sweet fragrance melted in his mouth.

This is a tonic personally prepared by Wang Fanghe, known as a "poison doctor", which can replenish physical strength in a short time. It is completely made of Chinese herbal medicine and has almost no side effects.

There was a lot of gunfire outside, but it was peaceful inside. An old man and a young man who were destined to be famous stared deeply at each other through a glass wall. The age difference between them was dozens of years. At a glance, it was really ** infinite.

"Have you begun to use external forces to replenish your physical strength?" Matsushima Wufeng said, "It seems that you have also reached the end of the crossbow, but it is also your honor to die in my hands."

"You old Japanese man, you know nothing."

Feeling the slowly recovering physical strength, Wang Zheng stretched out his finger, gently nodded Songdao Wufeng, and slowly said, "30 seconds."

"It's a little interesting." Songdao has no wind to play: "Can you still put your wings in here? Or break through this wall and come and kill me?"

Matsushima Wufeng, who is extremely conceited, is extremely confident in himself. There is nothing he can do. As long as he has participated in, there are almost no examples of failure, not to mention that this time he took action himself, and there is no worries. With such a thick reinforced concrete wall and such advanced nano-level bulletproof glass, Wang Zheng is trapped in it but is still so calm. Matsushima has no reason for it.

Wang Zheng sneered, but there was no murderous intention in his smile: "Don't come out, I can also kill you."

"I'm really interested in this issue." Songdao Wufeng said slightly sarcastically, "Your two companions have been entangled by my guard, and I'm afraid they won't come in for a while, and there are many masters in my manor. If I didn't deliberately let them go, do you think you could easily enter my room?"

"So, tell me, how are you going to kill me?"

Wang Zheng looked at the watch on his arm: "Thirty seconds have arrived."

"So what?"

Wang Zheng smiled and said, "Do you feel that your legs are a little sore now? Why did you pull the stool and sit down just now, but didn't you keep watching me die? It's because you feel tired in your body. Maybe you didn't realize it just now, but now that I've said it, you should be able to feel it.

Songdao Wufeng listened and then carefully felt the changes in his body, and his eyelids jumped unconsciously. Indeed, he felt that his physical strength was slowly passing from the inside of his body.

This feeling is so clear that it makes Matsushima feel a little panicked.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Matsushima Wufeng said, "Have you poisoned me?"

After the glass wall, Wang Zheng smiled and said no. At this time, the roles of the two completely changed.

Just now, it was Songdao Wufeng who was enjoying Wang Zheng's slow death, but at this time, it was Wang Zheng who was enjoying Songdao Wufeng's slow suffering.

Matsushima Wufeng was not too panicked. Even if the panic in his heart was growing uncontrollably at this time, after a little panic, he calmed down.

"How did you poison me?" Matsushima Wufeng tried to keep calm and asked coldly.

"Look over there." Wang Zheng pointed to the pile of pistol parts on the ground.

That was the part that Wang Zheng disassembled the Matsushima Wufeng pistol during the fierce fight just now, just outside the glass curtain wall, just at the foot of Matsushima Wufeng. In a pile of parts, a screw-like thing is slowly emitting slightly unreachable gas. Except for that airflow, such a smell is almost colorless and tasteless, and even an old fox like Matsushima Wufeng is not aware of it.

That screw-like thing was left by Wang Zheng while removing the parts. Of course, in the process of fighting, this is just one of the dark chess.

"I synthesized this poisonous gas myself." Wang Zheng said, "It's an honor for you, and it's an honor for you."

"Yes, good means. I think I'm already very calculating, but I didn't expect you to be more traceless, awesome, really awesome." At a glance, I knew how Wang Zheng poisoned, and Songdao Wufeng became calm.

Indeed, in this battle, Songdao Wufeng has been prepared to ambush for a long time, but Wang Zheng has a plan. You have a good plan, and I have a wall ladder.

"I don't think there are many people like this to be able to get your praise." Wang Zheng said, "It seems that I'm lucky."

"Can I be saved?" Matsushima Wufeng knew that it was useless to ask, because he now felt as if he had been emptied. He fought with a master like Wang Zheng, and if he didn't pay attention, he would die. I have been careful, but I didn't expect that I was still caught in a seemingly inadvertent place, and I will never have a chance to turn the table again.

"The disappearance of this physical strength is irreversible. So, thank you for this glass curtain wall, otherwise, I will waste an antidote."

At this time, Matsushima Wufeng had already felt that he had some difficulty breathing. He was already sitting in a chair, with no strength all over his body, and he didn't even want to breathe. The passage of physical strength became more and more serious in the later stage, and his face turned red, but he didn't even have the possibility of struggling.

A minute later, Songdao Wufeng, a famous right-wing representative of the island country and an old man who had done many harmful things, completely stopped breathing and died under Wang Zheng's seemingly inadvertent dark chess.

A few minutes later, the gunfire in the manor gradually faded. It seemed that Li Minghao and Lin Xi had solved most of the enemies.

However, when the two opened the door and walked in, they saw Wang Zheng with a smile on his face: "You are slower than I thought."

"Two people beat more than 200 people. Do you think it's the same as you single-handedly against the old man?" Li Minghao said angrily, "If you hadn't arranged a beautiful sniper, we would have been slower than this."

Li Minghao checked the body on the ground and said, "Is this Matsushima Wufeng?"

"Yes, it's dead."

"You can kill him like this. You really have the demeanor of the captain."

"That's because the majestic jade-faced little white dragon is not covered." After saying that, Wang Zheng suddenly remembered something and looked sad: "Now, there seems to be a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"How can I get out?"

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