Being strangled by a hand, the man in camouflage felt that it was difficult to breathe.
However, at this moment, the man in camouflage clothes couldn't care less about that. He stared at Fenghao with fear in his eyes.
Not only did he catch the bullet with his hand, but he also jumped down from the roof of a thirty-story building.
The man in camouflage was sure that Feng Hao's simple T-shirt didn't have any hanging zipline tools.
This was definitely not an ability that a human could have.
Superman? Monster? Alien species?
No matter which one it was, it was enough to frighten the man in camouflage, especially after he showed enough malice.
But when he heard Feng Hao's question for the third time, the professional spirit that he had persisted for many years made him barely restrain the fear in his heart. He clenched his teeth tightly and didn't make a sound.
From the first day he became an assassin, when he made money by taking other people's heads, he was already prepared to have his head taken by others.
Those who kill will be killed by others!
For him, every day he was alive was a day where his head was on his waist. He never thought that he would live until he was old.
But he didn't expect this day to come so soon.
From the moment he was strangled by Feng Hao, he didn't think that he could leave alive.
So, in that case, why not add some trouble to the person who was about to kill him?
The man in camouflage tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart. He forced himself to calm down and looked at Feng Hao. He even forced a sneer on his face.
Feng Hao looked at the assassin who was still sneering even though he was being strangled. He glanced at the man in camouflage and narrowed his eyes slightly. His gaze focused on the pocket in front of the assassin's chest.
With one hand holding the man in camouflage, the other hand slowly reached into the pocket and took out a photo.
The moment he took out the photo, Feng Hao was a little stunned.
The person in the photo was actually him. It was a screenshot of him on the promotional cover of the ancient battle of gods. On his profile picture, there was a big red cross. The meaning was very obvious.
The assassin's target was actually him.
Regarding this, Fenghao really did not expect this.
He had once thought that the killer's target might be Xiao Lei. After all, Xiao Lei used to work in a special department, so it was possible that she would get into all kinds of trouble.
Or maybe it was Xia Shilan, even though her relatives' schemes had already been broken, and Xia Jianghe's body was better now.
But in the end, Xia Shilan was the only successor of the Xia Group. Although Xia Jianghe was fine, if something happened to Xia Shilan, wouldn't Xia Shilan's relatives be able to do something?
Feng Hao even thought about Zhang Yi. After all, Zhang Yi was born into a wealthy family. It was normal for one or two of his enemies to hire an assassin.
However, Feng Hao had never thought that the assassin would come for him.
Feng Hao suddenly remembered the anti-materiel rifle on the roof of the building.
You want to kill me with a gun? Hmm, what's the name of the most powerful weapon on Earth? A nuclear bomb? Maybe I should give you a nuclear bomb and see if you have a chance.
Looking at the photo, Feng Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry in his heart, but he also felt relieved.
The reason why he didn't directly kill the assassin after discovering the murderous intent was that he was afraid that the assassin's target was the three women.
If the target was really the three women, killing an assassin would be useless. This time, he was here. Even if he could easily kill the assassin, what about next time?
That was why he had impatiently interrogated her over and over again.
However, after seeing that the assassin's target was him, Feng Hao didn't care anymore.
Even if the Earth was destroyed, Feng Hao wouldn't die. He was really curious. Was there really something on Earth that could hurt him?
However, since the question had already been asked, not getting an answer would seem to damage his reputation.
Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly. Looking at the camouflage clothes' stubbornly 'maintaining a sneer on his face, as if mocking him, Feng Hao couldn't help but smile.
"It seems that you don't want to say it here. Maybe we can change the environment so that you can think more clearly about how to answer."
After Feng Hao finished speaking, a sneer flashed on the camouflage clothes' face.
Do you want to change the place to extort a confession?
As a professional assassin, the organization had given them anti-interrogation training. It was just in case. If the assassination failed and they were caught, they wouldn't be tortured to reveal any information.
Although the assassin was a profession that walked in the dark, in today's international society, the competition was also fierce.
An assassin organization that didn't pay attention to professionalism would never survive.
The result of the camouflage clothes' persistence was that the organization would take good care of his wife and children after his death.
Assassins also had families.
Looking at the assassin's sneer that seemed to be dismissive, Feng Hao showed a mysterious smile on his face. Then the camouflage clothes only felt a gust of wind blowing in an instant, and his eyes instinctively narrowed.
A few seconds later, the gust disappeared, and the camouflage clothes slowly opened his eyes, but when he saw the surrounding environment, his right hand trembled unconsciously.
Then, the camouflage clothes looked at Feng Hao with fear in his eyes, who was strangling him with one hand.
The night was like a black curtain covering the earth. Above the sky, a bright moon hung high. The weather tonight was good, and occasionally there were white clouds blowing past.
And above the sky, under the bright moon, between the clouds, a god with a pair of wings on his back burning with raging flames stood between heaven and earth.
The camouflage clothes only felt that everything that happened today was like a dream.
Because if it wasn't a dream, how could such an absurd thing happen?
However, the camouflage clothes' many years of training and clearly told him that he was not dreaming.
The hand that was strangling his neck could not help but feel a sharp pain. Moreover, the lack of oxygen and cold at high altitude made the camouflage clothes shiver. He didn't know if it was really because of the low temperature or the fear brought by Feng Hao.
Was it a human, a god, or a monster?
But no matter what it was in front of him, it was definitely an existence that he could not resist.
And he actually wanted to assassinate such a person.
The camouflage clothes suddenly felt that courting death was actually so simple.
The camouflage clothes felt a wave of bitterness in his heart, but suddenly, his body stiffened. In the sky, in the distance, a majestic dragon's roar came.
Following the sound, the camouflage clothes revealed a look of fear in his eyes as he stared at the distant sky.
In the sky, the clouds churned, and a huge figure was faintly discernible among the white clouds.
Black scales flickered with a cold light, and two dragon whiskers danced as if they were controlling the clouds and rain between heaven and earth. A pair of lantern-like eyes overlooked the world.
A dragon, a black dragon. A huge black dragon slowly flew over from the distant sky. Then, its huge body coiled into a circle, surrounding Feng Hao in the middle.
The black dragon rubbed the tip of its nose against the terrifying man with the pair of flame wings in front of it in a fawning manner. Then, it used a pair of curious and strange eyes to look at the camouflage clothes.
When the black dragon's gaze shrouded his body, a natural fear that seemed to surge out from the depths of his soul instantly took over his entire body.
This was a dragon. In the history of China, it was a mythical symbol, and also a kind of civilization totem.
As long as there was a mythical existence, there would definitely be the shadow of a dragon.
To a Chinese, the meaning of a dragon was extraordinary.
And now, a dragon had appeared in front of him, and it was looking at him with a very unfriendly gaze.
Most importantly, he actually saw this huge black dragon actually trying to curry favor with this monster in front of him, who he didn't know whether it was a human or a god.
The camouflage clothes' mind was already blank.
Feng Hao grabbed the camouflage clothes' neck with one hand and lifted him high into the sky, silently watching the colorful changes on the camouflage clothes' face.
When Little Black appeared, the camouflage clothes' face revealed an expression that seemed to be "completely despairing". Then, Feng Hao's expression was indifferent as he said, "You now have three choices.
"One, I let go now, throw you down from here, and then smash you into pieces.
"Two, I throw you into Little Black's mouth, and then it will chew you into pieces and swallow you, leaving no bones behind.
"Three, tell me who hired you to kill me."
Hearing Feng Hao's indifferent words, the camouflage clothes finally came back to his senses. Almost instinctively, he looked down at his feet. It was pitch-black, and then he found the specific shape of the city amidst the specks of light.
There was also the huge black dragon in front of him, and its slightly opened jaws. It was pitch-black inside, as if it was bottomless.
One was smashed into pieces, and the other was left without bones.
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