Strongest Guard

Lee Nanfang was shocked and subconsciously looked towards Gulina's room.    

Everything was as usual, and there was no sound at all.    

The gunshot just now had been an illusion.    

Of course, anyone could have hallucinations, but Lee Nanfang didn't. Even if he had his ears blocked, he could still judge the difference between the sound of a bullet being fired and the sound of a firecracker based on the vibration in the air.    

The shot did exist.    

It was just that the location where the battle of spears took place was not in the School of Fine Arts of Mingzhu, but a further place.    

At a location about a kilometer away from the school, there was a small grove of fruits.    

There was a shoot-out there. It was small in size and the sounds of gunfire were subtle, but every time a gunshot was fired, someone would die.    

These things were all things that Lee Nanfang sensed when he tried to sense the heaven and earth according to the contents of Tai Chi.    

As I said, this ability is somewhat useless. I didn't expect it to be used so quickly.    

Who are those people?    

How could he do it in such a strict control of guns in China, or in such a prosperous city like Ming Zhu, where people dared to recklessly shoot and kill people?    

Lee Nanfang suddenly opened his eyes and rushed downstairs with great curiosity.    

He wanted to see.    

This was because the two sides in the spear battle had one side who was clearly a spear master.    

There seemed to be only some mercenary organizations or registered killers of the International Killer Platform that could have this kind of ability.    

Such a person did not pose much of a threat to Lee Nanfang. However, to ordinary people, such a person was a nightmare.    

No matter what, he had to go and stop them.    

Because the direction in which the party which had been unilaterally massacred was precisely toward School of Fine Arts of Mingzhu.    

Lee Nanfang didn't want the entire School of Fine Arts of Mingzhu to be sealed by the police in the morning to investigate the shooting, how could it make him feel that it was troublesome.    

He was like a ghost as he climbed over the wall behind the school.    

After running for a short distance, the sounds of gunfire became clearer.    

This made him even more certain that there was a cold-blooded person chasing after a group of people.    

The unilateral massacre was nearing its end.    

In the forest where the battle of spears had erupted, the flames gradually disappeared.    

When Lee Nanfang really stood at the edge of the forest, two figures, one small and two large, jumped out from the dense forest.    

Unbiased, he just exchanged a glance with Lee Nanfang.    

The one who was running away was a blonde woman. That golden color was especially eye-catching in the moonless night.    

Beside Blonde was a little girl with a pink bow on her head.    

Even though the girl was panting from exhaustion, she did not let go of the little girl's hand.    

This should be the right mother and daughter.    

As Lee Nanfang thought this, he heard the person behind Blonde shouting loudly.    

The other person spoke in English.    

Meaning: "Young Mistress, quickly take Miss and run."    

Based on those words, he was certain that that person was Blonde's bodyguard.    

With that, the bodyguard who shouted turned around and met Lee Nanfang's eyes.    

The bodyguard was stunned, he couldn't tell if he was an enemy or a friend, he subconsciously wanted to raise the gun in his hand.    

Unfortunately, he was never able to do that again.    

A bullet flew out from the back of his head, piercing through his skull and spraying out a large amount of blood.    

The killing bullet flew off into the distance and completely vanished.    

The bodyguard's body collapsed to the ground.    

As if she was used to someone dying beside her, Blonde did not let out any frightened screams. Instead, she opened her arms and shouted at Jack, "Help, help!"    

As she begged for help, Blonde wanted to pull the little girl beside her to Lee Nanfang.    

Unexpectedly, just as she took a step forward, another gunshot exploded out.    

The killer hiding in the forest shot an unmistakable bullet through her calf.    

Blonde couldn't stand up anymore. The moment she fell to the ground, she pushed the four-year-old girl beside her forward.    

"Please, save my daughter, take her and run. "Run!"    

The sharp cries of the women were ear-piercing under the night sky.    

Lee Nanfang frowned and subconsciously hugged the little girl.    

He lowered his head and looked over.    

This adorable little girl was as adorable as a Barbie doll. However, her eyes were void of life. It was obvious that she had been scared silly by that gunfight just now.    

Lee Nanfang wasn't someone who liked to meddle in other people's business.    

Seeing two of his international friends being hunted down in China's territory immediately triggered his sense of justice.    

Reaching out his hand, he pulled the little girl behind him to protect her.    

However, his friendly gesture did not garner any praise.    

Tears streamed down Blonde's face as she desperately crawled forward, shouting in broken Chinese, "Run, you're going to die! Please, bring my daughter with you! Ahh!    

Before the poor woman could finish her panicky shout, a bullet flew towards her.    

The impact struck the concrete surface in front of her, creating a small spark.    

Seeing this scene, Lee Nanfang, who was relaxed, also became slightly more alert.    

The killers who were chasing these people were in the forest, so their vision was limited. It was hard to aim at them.    

However, this assassin had shot three times in a row, accurately killing the bodyguard, injuring Blonde's legs, and blocking her escape route.    

It was obvious that he had outstanding experience as a hitman, and he even had the attitude of flirting with his prey.    

One had to say, that person was an expert.    

At the very least, in terms of spear arts, he had a chance to compete with that black kid, Ma Jian.    

Lee Nanfang quickly determined the killer's danger level. Then, a shadow moved in the forest and a man in black jumped out.    

Without waiting for Lee Nanfang to see that person's face, Blonde, who had one of her legs injured, screamed and charged towards that person with a huge burst of power.    

It seemed like she wanted to use her life to give Lee Nanfang and her daughter a chance to escape.    

Unfortunately, Blonde was able to fly even faster towards him.    

The assassin sent him flying with a kick, as if he was rolling on the ground.    

"Run, keep running, hahaha …"    

A sinister laughter exploded from the assassin's mouth.    

Maybe it was due to this terrifying laughter that woke up the little girl behind Lee Nanfang, who was scared silly. She suddenly shouted "Mommy" and ran back while crying.    

Blonde desperately pushed away the little girl and told her daughter to run.    

However, the little girl, who had lost her mind from fright, only struggled time and time again to get up, wanting to return to her mother's embrace.    

Such a tragic scene of separation was treated as a pleasure by the killer. He laughed for a long time before slowly turning his head to Lee Nanfang.    

Assassins had a clear understanding of their targets when they carried out missions.    

Since he was here to kill the mother and daughter, he naturally knew how much power the bodyguards beside them had.    

All the bodyguards had died under his gun.    

If so, the extra person must be some unlucky fellow who passed by.    

Assassins always needed money to kill people. Killing an unlucky fellow who passed by was something that only a fool would do.    

Therefore, when the hitman looked over, he casually shook the gun in his hand and said to Lee Nanfang in Chinese, "Scram!"    

As the sound of his voice faded, he no longer wanted to bother with it.    

However, for some reason, after the killer and Lee Nanfang looked at each other, he couldn't shift his gaze away.    

He felt as if he was being watched by a terrifying lion, and could not help but feel a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.    

He no longer had that satisfied and arrogant attitude. He straightened his body and tentatively asked, "Who are you?"    

It had to be said that this assassin was very sensitive to danger.    

Lee Nanfang admired such a capable person, so he automatically forgave him for his previous disrespect. He only smiled and said, "Who I am is not important. What's important is that you take the opportunity when I don't want to kill you."    

Domineering.    

At this moment, Boss Lee seemed to have returned to the domineering attitude he had back in Europe.    

To be honest, China was too peaceful.    

In this past year, he rarely had the chance to experience the slaughter in the dark.    

Compared to the battles in which Lee Nanfang was on mission as a member of the Soaring Dragon Squad, he liked this kind of private duel between killers.    

It was a pity that he didn't want to make things difficult for the killer in front of him.    

Because, he had some impression of this person.    

Not an acquaintance, not a friend, but one who had had the opportunity to work together in Europe.    

The collaboration didn't last long and he didn't have any fixed impression of it. He just thought that the other party could be considered a talent, so there was no need to kill him just because of an accident.    

Lee Nanfang's heart was very soft.    

All those people that they had met by chance considered leaving the other party with a pathetic life.    

However, that hitman didn't seem to accept Lee Nanfang's good intentions.    

He didn't even recognize who Lee Nanfang was. He was just infuriated by Boss Lee's domineering words.    

"Damned Chinese dog, you're courting death!"    

The assassin cursed as he raised his gun.    

Based on what he said, even if the gods came out to plead for mercy, he would still not be able to survive.    

Kacha.    

The sound of a human neck breaking was exceptionally clear in the darkness.    

The hitman's eyes were wide open as he looked at the dense forest behind him that proved his brilliant victory. It seemed that the moment of his death, he remembered the code name of the European hitman world that struck fear into people's hearts.    

Unfortunately, it was all too late.    

The body crashed to the ground.    

Blonde held her daughter tightly in her arms, not allowing the child to see such a bloody scene. Blonde held her daughter tightly in her arms, not letting the child see such a bloody scene.    

"I …"    

Lee Nanfang turned around and revealed his most charming smile. He wanted to seriously introduce himself.    

But a siren sounded in the distance, and the flashing lights of the police cars came closer and closer, causing him to shake his head helplessly.    

The police always come at the right time.    

Since Uncle Policeman was here, there was no need for him to care about the mother and daughter. Leaving a name would only cause unnecessary trouble.    

"Don't think about thanking me. Chinese people are always willing to help others. They don't leave their names behind when doing good deeds." If you really need to thank me, then remember, my name is Red Scarf. "    

After saying that, Lee Nanfang turned around coquettishly and quickly left.    

When they reached a distance, they couldn't help but turn around to take a glance.    

There was no other way. Blonde's breasts were simply too attractive.    

He couldn't help but recall the taste of Avril's sweet milk that day after his Muppet Island was bathed in blood and fought its way out of the siege.    

"By the way, is Avril back home now? Is he doing well? My little goddaughter should be calling me daddy by now, right? "    

Thinking of this, Lee Nanfang's mood became even happier and his footsteps became lighter.    

But he didn't see it.    

After he left, the police car that was in the distance passed by the street entrance and headed towards the place where the gunfight had started.