Chapter 15 If you can't talk about it

Taking advantage of the night, a black van drove into the Blue and Flower Valley. Zhao Pengcheng's villa looked quite elegant. The three-story building built on the mountain was painted spotless and the courtyard was very large. It was estimated that no 20 or 30 bodyguards could not guard it. Outside the carved iron fence, Li Savid stood at the door of the villa laughing and chatting with the bodyguards. God, all four bodyguards were armed with live ammunition. As soon as the van arrived at the door, the bodyguard motioned all the people in the car to get out of the car for inspection. Of course, Duan Fei did not like him. He was about to go in with the little tiger with a gun on his back. The bodyguard leader was quite arrogant. He pointed a gun at Duan Fei's head with a strange roar. How agile Duan Fei was, and his body shook his body. This grabbed his side and hooked his neck and elbow with his left hand. The boy couldn't catch a soft gun in his hand and fell to the ground. Duan Fei threw the guy aside with his hand. His three men immediately picked up the gun and pointed it at Duan Fei.

Duan Fei looked at these three and dared to feel that Zhao Pengcheng treated guests like this. He called Li Savide over and shouted, "Does Master Zhao treat guests like this?"

Lisavid came forward with a smile on his face, comforted several bodyguards, and then said with a smiling face, "Mr. Duan, don't be angry. We are all friends and can't use knives and guns."

Duan Fei pointed to the three black holes in front of him and shouted in a low voice, "This is also called a friend."

Lisade continued to laugh and explained, "Mr. Duan doesn't know that Boss Zhao is a famous filial son who has been living with his mother. This old lady is dedicated to Buddha. In addition, she is too old to be frightened. She can't see knives and guns, so anyone who enters the Zhao family courtyard has to It's also the old rule to hand in the knife and gun before going in. Please forgive me.

Duan Fei looked around. His grandmother also hid dozens of guns and had the audacity to say that he could not see knives and guns. These people were really not honest, and he didn't plan to waste anything. "The open man doesn't say anything. Since Boss Zhao has no sincerity, I will leave." After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Wait," Duan Fei turned around and squeezed out a dry old man from the crack of the door, dressed in a gray cloth gown with a retro style. "Do you want to leave if you hurt our second lieutenant officer?"

Duan Fei looked at the bodyguard leader lying on the ground. He dared to say that the boy's rank was not low, two levels higher than himself. Zhao Pengcheng was also generous. He was a second lieutenant with this waste. He really didn't know how thick it was.

"What should I do according to the old gentleman's intention?"

"Leave one arm, and then you can leave." The old gentleman spoke quite lightly.

Duan Fei did not plan to retreat all the way to the van. Xiaohu protected him with a submachine gun all the way. The three bodyguards pressed him step by step with old semi-automatic rifles. As soon as they came up, it was indeed a little unexpected, but it didn't matter. Anyway, they all had to fight. It's better to fight later than to fight early. Duan The flying body shook. "Hugh, Hugh" two machetes flew out in an arc. Before the three bodyguards understood what was going on, they were useless. The two machetes solved two. The other one was about to shoot. What speed could Duan Fei shoot? He could still let him shoot? The cold light of the dagger in his hand cut his throat. Don't say that he did not reverse. When Xiaohu came over, he was still stunned. On the contrary, the old gentleman's skill was good. Duan Fei's dagger swept over, and he actually dodged. Xiaohu's gun rang, and a few bullets hit the old man. The old housekeeper also reimbursed on the spot. As soon as he heard the gunshot, all the people moved. Li Savide wanted to escape and was sent by Duan Fei. A handful was thrown into the van. Through the iron fence, Duan Fei saw more than a dozen bodyguards running this way with guns. Without saying a word, two machetes opened the way, and then grabbed the N85 on his shoulder and met him. Xiaohu's K35 spit out his tongue and followed him. According to the pre-arrangement, Lao Zhang opened the bread and withdrew first. He didn't care about the two of them and destroy a group of informal armed forces. There was no need for so many people. The bodyguards were really beaten badly. Duan Fei and He Xiaohu wore steel helmets and bulletproof vests, ignoring the existence of the other party's. More than a dozen bodyguards were killed in the blink of an eye. Duan Fei simply put away N85 and quickly entered the three-story building with good light skills and sharp crescent arc.

The old man didn't seem to be very interested in this kind of thing. After listening to Duan Fei's narrative, the old man turned back to the futon and continued to recite her Buddhist scriptures.

Duan Fei paced in the Buddhist hall and then stopped beside the old lady. "I'm very modest and still want to disturb the old man. I heard that Zhao Pengcheng is a filial son, so I have to ask the old lady for help and come with me."

Strenging people is not Duan Fei's style, but sometimes it can only be said that he has no choice.