Chapter 232 Flame Attack

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Pulling the fruit knife in the hand from the enemy's neck inch by inch, the blade rubbed against the bones and made a sour movement similar to a rat gnawing on wood.

The scorching blood in the neck cavity spewed out with his screams.

There was a cruel sneer at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth. He just wanted all the enemies in the house to hear the screams of their companions clearly.

Destroying a person's heart is far more cruel than killing their lives.

The screams attracted all the enemies in the house, and the nearest enemy immediately screamed like a beast, holding the katana in both hands and killing Zhang Feng.

"Looking for death? Then I will satisfy your wish." Zhang Feng's gloomy voice sounded in the room.

The fruit knife drawn from the neck was covered with blood, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.

The fruit knife held two flowers in the palm of the palm, and shot out, turning into a cold light.

The body of the man before and after suddenly stiffened, and the boss with his eyes suddenly staring in the darkness seemed to emerge from his eye sockets, but he was doomed to not see the fruit knife inserted between his brows.

The inertia of the forward thrust made him lunge forward after hitting the knife, face down on the ground, and the samurai sword in his hand fell to the floor.

And Zhang Feng had already disappeared again in his screams.

Two in a row were killed in the house, and the heart-piercing screams seemed to echo in the ears of the enemy. At this moment, they returned to silence again. No, it should be said to be deathly silence.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn, and only the heavy breathing of the enemy could be heard. Even for a while, all the enemies no longer dared to move, for fear that the sound of footsteps would attract the attention of the killer in the dark and thus lose his life.

Zhang Feng did not move to another place, but quietly returned to the kitchen.

He took the wine bottle beside him and held it in the palm of his hand, sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Now the hiding place was discovered by the other party and they came to the door. If they don't teach them a deep lesson, it is not him Zhang Feng.

At the same time, he knew that the enemy outside was not an official member of the Japanese Kingdom. Using this assassination method to deal with himself, it was either from the club or from Kunsha's forces.

Compared with these two forces, Zhang Feng is more worried about the intervention of the Japanese government. After all, compared with the state violent machinery, these miscellaneous pieces are nothing more than scum.

Waiting quietly, he is not in a hurry, now whose patience disappears first means exposure.

Breathing slowly, hardly any movement. The body was attached to the wall without any movement, and the whole person was completely integrated into the dark environment.

"¥%..." A man's roar suddenly came from the street outside the door.

Although I don't understand the meaning of this bird's language, but from this tone, I can guess what it means. It is nothing more than to let these people do it quickly and don't be frightened.

The sneer on his face is getting stronger, hurry up? It's nothing more than to let these people die quickly.

Sure enough, there was a sound of footsteps in the room again, but compared to the arrogance before, the footsteps became very gentle. It seems that these Japanese people are also a little scared and no longer dare to blatantly charge.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in his ears, he locked the position of an enemy and threw the wine bottle in his hand.

Needless to say, the quasi-head naturally turned to the enemy and smashed the past.

The Japanese man also heard the sound of breaking through the air, and quickly waved the samurai sword in his hand and slashed towards the wine bottle that was flying towards him.

"what!"

"Bang!" The samurai sword slashed right on the wine bottle, smashed at the sound, and burst into a huge flame.

The liquid inside splashed on the body of the Japanese, instantly turning into a ball of flame.

"Ah!" A screaming scream came from the mouth of the Japanese. The flames burned more and more, he threw away the katana, and screamed and rolled on the ground.

The companion next to him wanted to go and help. He just leaned in to the flames on his clothes and instantly burned, scaring the Japanese man to take off his clothes quickly, even though the skin had been burned.

The Japanese people rolling on the ground became weaker and weaker, and the screams in their mouths became worse and weaker.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

The sneer on Zhang Feng's face did not disappear because of his screams, and even bloomed more intensely. If it's not an enemy, even a stray kitten or puppy can make him feel compassionate, facing the screams of the enemy, his heart is as hard as a rock.

The kindness to the enemy is cruel to oneself, this is not empty talk.

The combustion flask made by Zhang Feng does not use a fuze, but uses cotton soaked with white phosphorus on the mouth of the flask.

The chemical properties of white phosphorus are extremely unstable, and spontaneous combustion can occur even at very low temperatures. Under the strong impact of the katana, the white phosphorus instantly burned, igniting the turbid solid-liquid mixture in the bottle.

These mixtures are all highly adherent and flammable substances. They burn instantly when ignited by a white phosphorus open flame, and they cannot be easily extinguished when they are attached to the human body.

The corpse fell on the floor and no longer looked like a human body, but a burning fireball.

There was a sound of ‘Papa’ flames in the air, and the stench of burning flesh was also diffused everywhere.

The flames ignited the nearby furniture and began to emit thick smoke. It must not take long for the entire house to burn completely, and everything will turn into ashes under the flames.

Zhang Feng didn't choose to hide, and slowly stood up, with the help of the light brought by the raging flames, he could clearly see the position of the enemies in the house.

The hand didn't stop even more, one after another Molotov cocktail was thrown out.

"Bang bang bang..." The bursting sound continued to sound, and at the same time huge fireballs were screaming and struggling.

The whole house seems to be completely transformed into a purgatory on earth, and these enemies who are tortured by fire are destined for eternal life to be tortured by the soul that cannot be restrained, and will never be transcended.

Although Zhang Feng was the only one, he never let his enemies take advantage of dozens of times from the beginning of the battle, and grasped the opportunity everywhere.

It can even be said that everything that happened in the house was in his expectation.

A handful of fruit knives clasped between the palms of both hands quickly rushed out of the kitchen, aiming straight to the room where Wang Xiaojuan was.

It won’t take long for the flames to burn so intensely, and the entire house will be swallowed up by the flames. If you don’t take her away quickly, I am afraid that her current injuries can only be buried in the fire.