"Xin'er," when Yi Zhengxiong was immersed in grief, the surrounding mercenaries laughed. Their mission tonight was to capture Yi Zhengxiong alive. As for the rest, they were not stated in the terms of the mission.

"Yi Zhengxiong, you could have avoided this," the mercenary said in a regretful tone to Yi Zhengxiong who was kneeling on the ground, "but you only care about your money, which is full of money."

"Give me Xin'er's life," Yi Zhengxiong, filled with grief and anger, suddenly stood up from the ground and threw himself at the mercenary, but was helplessly dodged by him.

"Okay, now it's time to go back outside and hand in the mission," when he said this, the mercenary showed an honest smile on his face.

Although he did not get Yi Zhengxiong's family assets, he could still get a lot of commission for completing this task.

This mercenary group suppressed Yi Zhengxiong and began to withdraw.

"Where are you going?" A voice as cold as the night floated, and the mercenary saw a mysterious man in black who was full of the breath of the night, standing not far away.

He had no idea where this person came from.

"Who are you," the mercenary immediately asked on guard.

He didn't see clearly how the masked man in front of him appeared. If this man secretly gave him a knife or a shot, would he still be alive?

Nearly ten guns were pointed at Ye Piaoling, but Ye Piaoling walked towards the group of people step by step with light steps.

"Stop, don't come over, or I'll shoot," the mercenary man said with a warning tone as he watched Ye Piaoling walking over step by step.

Seven or eight people put their fingers on the machine board. As long as the mercenary leader gave the order, these gun barrels would spray hundreds of bullets in a few seconds.

But Ye Piaoling didn't care at all about this.

"kill,"

Just when the mercenary leader said the word 'kill', nearly ten gunshots rang out from the darkness, and at least three sniper rifles fired at the same time.

Anyone who pointed their guns at Ye Piaoling was shot in the head, and six or seven Yin Hong blood flowers bloomed in an instant, which was extremely coquettish.

The seven or eight mercenaries present suddenly lay on the ground. They all ignored the quality of being a qualified soldier who needs to be alert to the surrounding environment at all times.

They succeeded too quickly tonight, and their excitement cost them their lives.

Howling.

Like a strong wind blowing by, there was a snap, and the mercenary's uninjured hand was broken off by Ye Piaoling's sharp kick. What fell with the sound was the pistol he had just drawn.

Unfortunately, being extremely familiar with guns, he could not draw the gun faster than Ye Piaoling's "Luoying Leg".

"In the future, I will point a gun at random people," a cold tone came from Ye Piaoling's mouth, but the mercenary lying on the ground could only feel boundless pain, and he kept roaring something.

"I must kill you," Ye Piaoling heard the mercenary's words clearly, so...

"Kacha," Ye Piaoling raised his foot and crushed one of his legs.

Ye Piaoling had a very bad impression of this person.

Because this mercenary was extremely greedy and vicious, Ye Piaoling, who wanted to redefine the mercenary world, would not allow such a 'scum' to exist.

He will deal with each one you meet.

"Being a mercenary killer is the way to survive, but you must not lose your conscience," Ye Piaoling said to the mercenary.

In the process just now, Yi Zhengxiong has gradually awakened from his grief. He looked at the mysterious man who saved him with curiosity.

"Mr. Yi, please come over here," Ye Piaoling said, although Ye Piaoling still had the same cold voice when he stepped on the mercenary's leg just now, but it was not as murderous as before.

Ye Piaoling knew that Yi Zhengxiong was Yi Ren'er's father and his future father-in-law.

"Well," Yi Zhengxiong suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously, "Xin'er, where is my Xin'er?"

This Xin'er is Yi Zhengxiong's wife who was retreated downstairs by the mercenaries just now.

"Mr. Yi, don't worry, your wife is fine and is resting in a safe place now," Ye Piaoling said with a gesture of invitation, "Please come here, I will take you to meet her,"

Ye Piaoling certainly did not dare to neglect his future father-in-law.

"Okay." After hearing that his wife was fine, Yi Zhengxiong's face returned to a smile, and he became a majestic man again.

Yi Zhengxiong followed Ye Piaoling on the road to the place where Shangguan Lanxin was resting. When he walked downstairs and reached the platform, Ye Piaoling suddenly stopped. The eyes exposed in the black scarf burst out with light, and he kept scanning the surroundings. in the dark corners.

"Come out," Ye Piaoling shouted in a deep voice.

Hidden around the corner were two people dressed the same as Ye Piaoling, men in black. Both of them were professional killers.

Seeing that they had been discovered, the two people walked out.

My own judgment was correct, there were indeed people hiding around me.

"Hey," Ye Piaoling saw that the other person was holding a cold weapon instead of a rifle, so Ye Piaoling grinned.

Suddenly, behind Ye Piaoling, two black guns were pointed at the back of Ye Piaoling's head. As soon as they took aim, they were about to pull down the machine board and kill Ye Piaoling, but a strong figure appeared like a ghost behind them. , with an angry cry of "seeking death,"

The neck bones of these two people were broken.

Xia Zhi killed the two men and stayed behind Ye Piaoling. The two mercenaries who wanted to attack died in the hands of the fastest Xia Zhi.

The two professional killers on the opposite side did not expect to step out to attract each other's attention, and the mercenaries hiding in the dark still failed to successfully attack.

One of the professional killers clapped his hands, and five or six killers appeared from various dark places around him.

Ye Piaoling didn't even look back at the sneak attack just now. He pointed at the two professional killers opposite and said, "Hurry up."

"Yes," three or four voices responded from the surroundings. Members of the Plum Blossom Mercenary Group came out of the darkness and took out their weapons one after another.

By this time, the role of firearms has lost its meaning, and only hand-to-hand combat can reflect the strength of a killer and mercenary.

When the people from the Plum Blossom Mercenary Group were standing together with this mercenary, "Mr. Yi, let's go this way,"

Ye Piaoling told Yi Zhengxiong that he continued to lead the way and took Yi Zhengxiong to a safe room.

"Hmm," Yi Zhengxiong kept looking back at the battlefield of fierce fighting. He had never seen this team before, so he couldn't figure out who these people who came to save him were.

In a lounge, Yi Zhengxiong saw Shangguan Lanxin who was sitting on a stool and crying. There was a young woman standing behind her.

Qiu Equinox saw Ye Piaoling coming in with Yi Zhengxiong, so she nodded and walked out.

"Xin'er," Yi Zhengxiong cheered with extreme joy, causing the tearful Shangguan Lanxin to raise her head and couldn't believe the intact Yi Zhengxiong standing in front of him.

"Zhengxiong!" Shangguan Lanxin quickly rushed into Yi Zhengxiong's arms like a little woman. Yi Zhengxiong hugged his wife's body tightly and kept comforting her.

Shangguan Lanxin was frightened tonight, and it took a long time for her to gradually recover.

"Okay, it's okay," Yi Zhengxiong said, patting Shangguan Lanxin's shoulder in his arms.

"Yeah," Shangguan Lanxin wiped the tears on her face and nodded stubbornly.

"Thank you," Yi Zhengxiong said gratefully as he looked at Ye Piaoling who was standing quietly aside. If it hadn't been for this person tonight, the consequences for him and his wife would have been disastrous.

"Mr. Yi, you and I are both Chinese, there is no need to be so polite," Ye Piaoling said calmly.

Hearing this, Yi Zhengxiong's focused eyes looked closely at Ye Piaoling's face under the black scarf, and finally his eyes rested on Ye Piaoling's eyes. Ye Piaoling's eyes stared into Yi Zhengxiong's eyes for a while.

He seemed to want to see everything through Ye Piaoling's eyes.

But he failed.

Ye Piaoling's deep and firm eyes prevented Yi Zhengxiong from catching useful information for review.

"Mr. Yi, Mrs. Yi, I am now contacting the relevant personnel from the North American government to arrive. Please wait a moment," Ye Piaoling said.

"Uh-huh,"

The next moment, Ye Piaoling left the room, leaving Yi Zhengxiong and his wife behind. They must have a lot to say.

English Manor.

The Yijia fighter jet flew quickly from the runway and headed towards the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean.

Sitting in the cabin and fastening his seat belt, Chamber asked the pilot next to him: "How fast is the plane now?"

"A thousand kilometers an hour," the driver replied.

"A thousand kilometers," Uncle Qian frowned after hearing this, then shook his head and said, "No, this speed is too slow."

At this flying speed, it would be dawn even before we reached New York.

"Speed ​​up the flight," Chamber ordered.

So the pilot slowly pulled up the speed lever, and saw that the display on the fighter's speedometer gradually shifted from a value of one thousand, and finally accelerated to one thousand four hundred.

"It's not enough, speed up," Chamber seemed to be still dissatisfied with this speed, so he ordered again.

Now Yi Zhengxiong and his wife are in crisis, and every second there is more danger. What Chambers is worried about right now is how the Yi Zhengxiong and his wife are doing in New York.

So the pilot pulled the speed lever again, again increasing the speed from 1,400 kilometers per hour to 1,800 kilometers per hour.

Looking at the data on the speedometer, Chamber calculated in his mind that it would take at least three hours to fly from England across the Atlantic to New York at this speed.

What time is three hours? Uncle Chamberlain is not willing to wait even for one minute.

The fighter jet collected by Chamber is the fastest aircraft today, with a speed of more than 2 Hz. Even the fighter jets of Russia and India are not as advanced as Chamber's fighter.

"Hurry up, speed up," Uncle Qian became a little impatient when he thought that Yi Zhengxiong and his wife were in crisis at this time.

So under Chamber's urging, the originally conservative pilot gradually became more "unrestrained", and the fighter's speed increased again from 1,800 to 2,200, and then soared to a flying speed of 2 Hz.

Mach 1 is approximately equal to a speed of 1225 kilometers per hour. If the current speed of this aircraft is 2 Hz, it will be approximately 2500 kilometers per hour.

This is already supersonic flight.
To be continued...