Chen Jianghe Ever since he was lying on the bed, the sound of breathing outside the courtyard wall never left.
One is in the northeast corner, one is under the eaves in the southwest, and there is another farther away, about in the shadow of the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley. There are at least three people, forming a triangular encirclement, locking the small courtyard firmly in the center of the line of sight.
His breathing was long and suppressed, and he was obviously a master of breath-holding skills.
Chen Jianghe closed his eyes, but his heart was clear.
"Zhao Family----Or do several companies have them?"
His fingertips touched the Butchery Blade that had been with him for many years.
The scene of Master fighting Five Great Families alone during the day came to mind again.
Li Chengyue The figure coughing up blood and holding a gun overlapped with the silent surveillance in front of him.
Some people don't want to give the respite that Master fought hard to gain from serious injuries.
Chen Jianghe slowly opened his eyes.
There was sparse moonlight outside the window lattice, and the room was dark, and I could barely make out anything.
He sat up gently, moving very slowly and making no sound.
Chen Jianghe walked to the window without pushing it open. He just put his face close to the damaged corner of the window paper and looked out with squinted eyes.
The moonlight was dim and the scenery in the courtyard was blurry.
In the shadow of the northeast corner, a very faint outline almost blends into the rocks.
The man under the southwest eaves was hidden deeper, completely submerged in the darkness.
The breath under the locust tree at the entrance of the alley is the farthest and most erratic. It is obviously the highest level of cultivation and the most experienced.
Chen Jianghe withdrew his gaze, returned to the edge of the bed and sat down.
Thoughts raced in my mind.
To kill or not to kill?
Killing means completely breaking up. Zhao Family, Zhou Family, and even a few others may use this as an excuse to cause a bigger disturbance.
If you don't want to kill, how can you allow others to sleep soundly beside the couch?
Today you come to monitor me, but tomorrow you may be poisoning, plotting, or kidnapping your mother to threaten her. In troubled times, being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.
He didn't need to know who sent these people.
He just needs to let them, and the people behind them, understand one thing:
Some places cannot be touched.
Some people cannot be stared at.
Chen Jianghe The last trace of hesitation in his eyes disappeared.
He put Brass Knuckles on his hands, walked to the door and stood quietly.
His ears caught every movement outside the hospital.
He is waiting.
Wait for an opportunity.
The third hour of the day is when people are the sleepiest and most relaxed.
It is also the time when the night is at its thickest and the moonlight is at its lightest.
Time passes little by little.
Chen Jianghe stood in the shadow behind the door, as motionless as a stone sculpture.
The breathing pressure is extremely low, the heartbeat is slow and strong, and the qi and blood all over the body are collected in the Dantian, without even a breath being released.
Finally "bang, bang, bang."
The sound of the watchman's clapper could be heard faintly from two streets away. Three rings marked three quarters.
Almost at the moment when the bang fell, the breathing in the northeast corner of the courtyard was slightly disturbed for a moment.
Very short, no more than half a breath.
Chen Jianghe moved.
Pressing the door lightly with his right hand, Dark Strength vomited slightly.
The door latch slid open from the inside without making any sound.
He slid out sideways, holding the door open with his backhand, and found the person standing in the courtyard.
He did not look at the northeast corner or under the southwest eaves.
He tapped his toes and floated like a ghost to the gap behind the firewood pile on the west side of the courtyard wall, squeezed in, pressed his back against the brick wall, and was completely submerged in the shadow.
Looking towards the northeast corner from the firewood gap.
The outline is still there, but the posture has been slightly adjusted, as if he is moving his stiff neck.
Chen Jianghe is waiting patiently.
Ten breaths later, the spy in the northeast corner slowly stood up and stamped his feet very lightly - it is human nature to suffer from poor blood circulation after squatting for a long time0
At the moment when he stood up, shifted his center of gravity, and the soles of his feet were about to step =
Chen Jianghe moved!
He didn't rush out from behind the pile of firewood, but pressed his right hand on the wall and used the force to flip up, quietly climbing up the wall like a civet cat!
The wall was no more than seven feet high, so it was like walking on flat ground to him.
The moment he climbed up the wall, he tapped his toes lightly on the tiles, and his body floated to the northeast corner like a fallen leaf!
The spy had just finished stamping his feet and was about to squat down again when he suddenly felt a strange sound of wind above his head!
He looked up in shock, only to see a black shadow falling like a night owl at an incredible speed!
The spy instinctively opened his mouth to scream, and at the same time touched the short blade at his waist with his right hand - but Chen Jianghe was faster than him!
The person was in the air, and his left hand had already taken out the bag of lime powder from his arms. With a flick of his thumb, the mouth of the bag collapsed!
Gray powder is sprinkled all over your head and face!
The spy was caught off guard, and his eyes were instantly fascinated. Under the severe pain, Chen Jianghe had landed on the ground before he could scream. Brass Knuckles was wrapped in his right fist, and a Crushing Fist hit his Adam's apple!
"Crack!"
The soft sound of the throat bone breaking.
The spy's eyes bulged, he choked his throat with both hands, and he breathed out and fell softly.
Chen Jianghe did not stop, squatted down and clasped his jaw, Butchery Blade took out its sheath, and with a flash of light, cut into the side of the neck and cut off the trachea and blood vessels.
The blood surged like a spring, making only a slight "chi" sound.
Chen Jianghe Self-search quickly.
In his arms were five taels of broken silver and a black iron plate with the word "Zhao" engraved on the front and the serial number on the back: Ding Seven.
Sure enough, he is from the Zhao Family.
He put away the money and stuffed the iron plate back into the spy's arms.
Then he lifted the body, placed it gently in the shadow of the wall, and covered it slightly with grass.
The whole process only takes three breaths.
It was clean and neat, and didn't make any noise that would alarm the other two people.
Chen Jianghe lowered his body and turned his gaze to the southwest eaves.
It was still dark there, his breathing was steady, and he obviously didn't realize that his companion was dead.
He pondered for a moment before jumping directly to the eaves.
Instead, he turned around and walked quietly along the shadow of the wall towards the main entrance of the yard.
The alleyway outside the main entrance is even narrower, with towering walls on both sides, and the moonlight can barely shine in.
Chen Jianghe stuck to the wall, wandering like a gecko, and soon reached the side of the southwest eaves.
Looking from here, in the shadow under the eaves, a huddled figure can be vaguely seen, leaning against the wall and facing the courtyard, concentrating on it.
Chen Jianghe held his breath, picked up a half-fist-sized piece of gravel at his feet, weighed it, and flicked his wrist -
The stone drew an arc and landed on the green brick ground in the center of the yard.
The sound is not loud, but it is particularly clear in the quiet night.
The figure under the eaves suddenly froze, and suddenly turned his head to look into the courtyard!
The moment his attention was attracted, Chen Jianghe's figure jumped out like lightning!
Phantom Shadow Steps pushed to the extreme, seven or eight steps passed by in a flash, and the person was already under the eaves!
The spy heard the sound of wind behind him, turned around in horror, and stabbed with the short blade of his right hand!
But Chen Jianghe did not dodge or dodge, and raised his left hand. The spy quickly closed his breath and turned his head, but the short blade in his hand did not stop, stabbing Chen Jianghe straight into the heart!
Chen Jianghe struck with his right fist, Brass Knuckles collided with the short blade!
"Qiang!"
Sparks fly.
Dark Strength emerges from Brass Knuckles and drills straight into the opponent's arm along the short blade!
The spy groaned, his whole right arm was numb, and he almost lost his grip on the short blade.
He was horrified and wanted to retreat, but Chen Jianghe had already cut into the middle of the palace, and his left fist was like a drill, hitting his ribs!
The moment the fist hit the body, Dark Strength exploded!
"Pfft!"
Ribs were broken and internal organs were injured.
The spy opened his mouth and spurted blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He wanted to scream, wanted to warn, wanted to inform the third child at the alley--
But Chen Jianghe's right hand had already strangled his throat, and Dark Strength vomited slightly, breaking his throat bones.
The screams were strangled in his throat.
The spy's eyes widened and he stared at Chen Jianghe, then slowly collapsed.
Chen Jianghe Self-search quickly.
The same is fifty taels of broken silver, and an iron plate Zhao Family, serial number: Ding Nine.
He dragged the body deeper into the shadows under the eaves and covered it with debris.
Then, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley.
The third breath is still there.
But it seems that I noticed something.
The frequency of that breath was a little faster and a little deeper than before.
Obviously, experienced veterans have an instinct for danger.
Chen Jianghe was lying in the shadow under the eaves, motionless.
He is waiting.
Wait for the other party to make the first move.
The moonlight moves slowly, stretching the shadow of the locust tree longer.
Time passes little by little.
After a stick of incense.
The breath under the locust tree finally moved.
It's not about evacuating or coming to investigate.
Instead, he adjusted his posture very slightly, and his breathing became even lower, almost inaudible.
He is vigilant and watching.
Chen Jianghe understands clearly.
This is an old fox. He noticed something strange, but he didn't dare to act easily for fear of being ambushed.
In that case----
Chen Jianghe slowly exited from the shadows, followed the base of the wall, and quietly retreated into his courtyard.
He walked to the water tank, scooped up half a ladle of water, and deliberately made a slight "splash" sound.
Then he walked to the courtyard, stood still, stretched and yawned.
The movements are natural, just like an ordinary resident who wakes up in the middle of the night to relieve himself.
After doing this, he turned back to the house, opened the door with a "squeak", and closed it gently with a "bang".
Inside the house, he did not light a lamp or go to bed.
Instead, he stood quietly behind the door, his ear against the door panel, and listened attentively.
Outside the courtyard, the breathing under the locust tree obviously relaxed for a moment after the door rang.
Obviously, the other party mistook the news just now for Chen Jianghe.
But soon, the breath became serious again.
Because under the eaves in the northeast corner and southwest, there is still silence.
The two companions haven't sent out the agreed-upon code for a long time.
Chen Jianghe is waiting patiently.
About half an hour passed.
The breath under the locust tree finally moved again.
This time, he stood up slowly and moved very slightly into the alley - not to evacuate, but to move toward the southwest eaves quietly.
Chen Jianghe's eyes flashed coldly.
He gently pushed the door open, and in a flash, he slipped into the shadows outside the courtyard.
The spy under the locust tree walked very slowly, taking every step carefully.
When he finally turned the corner of the alley and came to the southwest eaves, his steps suddenly stopped.
Under the eaves, the bodies of my companions were clearly visible.
The moment his pupils suddenly shrank, Chen Jianghe moved.
No testing, no dealing, just a thunderous strike!
The bags of lime powder arrived first, and the dust filled the place and obscured the view.
The spy instinctively closed his eyes and retreated quickly, using his dagger to protect himself.
But Chen Jianghe had cut into the ground like a ghost, and Drilling Fist hit him directly under the ribs!
The fist rotates, Dark Strength condenses to one point!
"Pfft!"
Ribs were broken and internal organs were injured.
The spy grunted and swung his dagger wildly, but Chen Jianghe was already close to his side, his right hand was choking his throat, and Dark Strength spat out.
"Crack."
Broken throat bone.
The spy's eyes widened and he slowly fell down.
From shooting to death, it only takes three breaths.
Chen Ganhe squatted down and quickly searched his body.
Fifty taels of broken silver, Zhao Family iron plate, number: Ding Three.
He stood up and looked around.
The alley was silent except for the whistling of the wind.
There are three corpses, one in the east corner, one under the southwest eaves, and one in front of me.
The blood has begun to coagulate, leaving dark traces on the green bricks.
Chen rushed to the water tank, fetched water, and washed the blood on his hands and knife.
He also carefully washed away the blood stains on the blue bricks in the courtyard, not even touching the gaps in the walls.
After doing this, he returned to the alley and dragged the three bodies to one place.
An old hemp rope was found from the woodshed, and the body's hands and feet were tied together, and its mouth and nose were stuffed with rags to prevent blood from dripping during transportation.
Then, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Inner City.
The night is dark and the city has long been closed.
But he knew that there were soldiers keeping watch on the upper floors of the city and patrolling guards under the city walls.
What he wants to do is not to sneak into Inner City.
Instead, these three corpses will be sent to you in Inner City.
Chen Ganhe bent down, stacked the three corpses together, and tied them tightly with hemp ropes.
Then, he took a deep breath, Dark Strength started running, and his energy and blood surged.
Using both arms, he lifted the pile of nearly 400 kilograms of corpses onto his shoulders.
Step out, steady and powerful.
He carried the body, walked through the alley, and walked onto Outer City main street.
Under the cover of darkness, the long street was deserted.
There was only the distant clang of the watchman and the low whine of the wild dog.
Chen Ganhe was carrying a heavy load on his shoulders, but his breath was calm.
After burning the incense, the towering city wall of Inner City appeared at the end of the field of vision.
The city is closed to the north. There are a few lights flickering on the servant tower, and the figures of soldiers with spears can be vaguely seen.
Chen Ganhe stopped in the shadow of a street corner about a hundred steps away from Chengyou.
He put the corpses under the bed, unsealed the rags, took out the three Zhao Family iron plates from his arms, and stuffed them back into the clothes of the three corpses respectively, leaving the word "Zhao" vaguely exposed.
Then, he picked up the body again and strode towards Chengyou.
Fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps up the city gate, some soldiers finally noticed something strange.
"Who?!" a sharp shout sounded.
Chen Ganhe didn't answer.
He walked directly under the city gate, used his arms to lift the three stacked corpses high, and then violently slapped them on the bluestone ground in front of the city!
"Boom!"
The dull crashing sound was particularly harsh in the silent night.
The corpses were piled up, and the face of the top one was facing the city gate, his eyes wide open, and he could not rest in peace.
The skirt of his clothes spread out, revealing the iron plate with the word "Zhao" engraved on it.
After Chen Ganhe finished all this, he turned around and left.
The figure entered the night, and disappeared deep into the alley after a few ups and downs.
From the upper floors of the city, soldiers rushed down with torches and surrounded the pile of corpses.
The firelight illuminated three pale faces and the three dazzling Zhao Family iron plates.
"It's from the Zhao Family----"
"Dead----three----"
"Who did this? How dare you throw the body into your mouth Inner City?!"