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The man's scream, as well as bone fracture sound, the blood flow out let Tang Yan beside not only slightly frown.

Although not without killing people, but

It took a long time for the man to recover, and the muscles on his face kept beating.

Zhang Xiaojian looks expressionless and looks on coldly.

At this time, Zhou Haiping had already woken up. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a moment. He saw that despicable blue suit man had been abused. He felt a kind of ambition and pleasure in his heart.

The man on the ground licked his cracked lips, laughed and said, "can I have a cigarette? I'll tell you all."

Zhang Xiaojian hesitated for a moment, let go of his hand and lit a cigarette for him.

The man quietly pumping, eyes are missing, not like Zhang Xiaojian, but looking out of the window somewhere.

Just when a cigarette was about to finish smoking, the man suddenly let out a dull hum, his body pulled out for a moment, and the corners of his mouth began to have fresh blood.

Zhang Xiaojian and Tang Yan at the same time Leng for a while, and then to the man's side, but it is already late, the man's body has fallen down.

"The medicine is in the inside. It's hopeless." Tang Yan sighed and shook his head.

"No, he can't die. My wife is still in their hands." Zhou Haiping tears heart and lung, a pair of eyes blood red, like a crazy leopard.

"What do you say?" Zhang Xiaojian turned back and her eyes fell on Zhou Haiping's face like a falcon.

Zhou Haiping fainted and his eyes were dull.

It's all over. It seems that his wife and children are doomed.

"Kill me, too. I don't want to hear their bad news." Zhou Haiping said.

"Where is your home? You may be able to help now." Zhang Xiaojian is now sober.

Zhou Haiping raised his head with expectation in his eyes. He did not believe that this sentence was true, but he hoped it was true.

It takes him an hour and a half to make a plane from here. This man is going to save his wife and children. It may be too late.

"Come on, if you don't want them to have nothing." Zhang Xiaojian looks at Zhou Haiping.

Zhou Haiping said that the address of their home was far enough. Tang Yan frowned and asked, "is this a matter of contacting the local police?"

Zhang Xiaojian gave a wry smile and said, "do you think it will be so easy? You expect the local police to snatch his wife from these people. I think you look too high on them."

After listening to Zhang Xiaojian's words, Tang Yan frowned and thought it was reasonable.

These people are absolutely not ordinary petty thieves, agents, how much energy this point she is very clear, is Tang Yan's ability now, enough to make a place earth shaking, not to mention the opponent may be even stronger than him.

"Do they have an appointment?" Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhou Haiping shook his head.

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes skip over the dead, and he can see everything in his pocket very clearly.

A cell phone with a little notebook in my pocket.

Zhang Xiaojian took it out and looked at the contacts on it. Sure enough, there was a phone call from Zhou Haiping's hometown on it. She had just contacted her.

Zhang Xiaojian hesitated for a moment. Although she was not sure whether it would succeed, she could only gamble.

Zhang Xiaojian sent a short message to that number, saying: out of some, women and children do not move for the time being.

Zhou Haiping saw Zhang Xiaojian sending a text message with the other party's mobile phone. His face changed and said, "you can't do this. If you do something wrong, they will be in danger."

Ding Dong, the mobile phone received the recovery information, two words, received.

Zhang Xiaojian took a long breath and felt that her luck was not bad.

Put down the mobile phone, open Notepad, there is an address on it, No. 32 Huayang Road, I don't know what it means.

But it's not the time to think about it now. I threw the book to Tang Yan and told her not to act rashly and wait for him to come back. Because any action now may make Zhou Haiping's wife and children lose their lives.

Zhang Xiaojian experienced this kind of being threatened. Knowing Zhou Haiping's mood at this time, Zhang Xiaojian went to his side and gently patted him on the shoulder. He said, "it's OK. Don't worry."

Zhou Haiping did not speak and tears appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Zhang Xiaojian also did not say what, the body in place for a while fuzzy, instantly disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, Zhou Haiping's hometown, which is not too big a small county, there is no big city noise, the rhythm of life seems a bit lazy.

A man appeared on the street after a dazzling flash of light in the neon - polluted sky.

Fortunately, there is no one on the street, otherwise you will think that you have met a ghost.

A man in a black sportswear, double eyebrows gold lock, eyebrow center of a flame pattern seems a bit strange.This person is no other than Zhang Xiaojian.

Confirm the direction, Zhang Xiaojian's body is a burst of fuzzy, disappeared from the original place.

In an ordinary residential area, a family on the top floor is still on.

Now it's two o'clock in the second half of the night. It's not normal that I haven't slept at this time.

The room is two rooms and one hall. It's neither big nor small.

There are two men in the living room of the room. One is fatter and the other is thinner.

In the bedroom, there were two people curled up. An older woman was holding a six or seven year old girl in her arms.

The girl was obviously asleep, but the woman didn't sleep. Her eyes were covered with red silk and she was very haggard.

The fat man in the living room lit a cigarette, took a puff, frowned and asked the thin man, "nothing will happen. I don't feel well in my heart. "

The thin man laughed and said, "no, you think too much. You may be tired."

The fat man took a deep breath of his cigarette, then sighed a long time, and said, "I'll go to the toilet and you'll take good care of them."

The thin man nodded and said, "it's OK."

The fat man walked into the bathroom and just opened the zipper of his pants. He felt that something was wrong. It was a feeling of being watched.

Suddenly looked up, in the mirror is his some pale face, not abnormal.

But when the fat man relaxed, something had been put on his head, and it felt like a hand.

The fat man was just about to struggle, but he felt his throat cool for a while. When he looked up, a trace of blood flashed from his throat, and then the blood gushed.

After struggling for a few times, the fat man did not move any more. At last, at the moment before his death, he saw a face in the mirror. The corners of his mouth rose slightly and looked pale.