Fang Buwei went a little farther away, interspersed with several teams of patrol police, and climbed up to a western-style building not far from Zhang's mansion.

Only the flower courtyard in this direction is separated by a smaller distance, so it is convenient to approach quickly.

He tried his best to avoid making a sound, and quietly moved towards the Zhang Mansion.

More than half an hour later, Fang Buwei jumped onto the roof of the building next door.

The amphibious buildings are about ten meters apart, and he can even hear the sound of the big wolf dog sticking out its tongue.

Fang Buwei raised his head slightly and looked at the guards in the courtyard.

At least twenty people in front of and behind the building, walking, standing, or smoking, all in high spirits and on guard as much as possible.

It seems that Zhang Xiaolin's reward is not low, otherwise with these fluid habits, they either get together to play cards and gamble for money, or secretly drink.

A few big wolf dogs here and there, scattered all over the flower courtyard, lying quietly, without any spirituality.

Ha ha......

Fang Buwei wanted to laugh very much.

Wolfdogs have been free-range for too long, and they have to be with so many people all the time, or even if these people have to work two shifts, how much more.

When there are many people, the smell is mixed, and no matter how powerful the dog is, how can you remember it all?

If you don't look at military dogs, police dogs, except for breeders and trainers, they will rarely let other people come into contact with them.

Maybe if you get in now, the dog won't necessarily bark.

A bunch of idiots.

Fang Buwei scolded secretly, and took out a few grenades from his leather bag and placed them on the roof.

That's right, he just carried a leather bag full of grenades and bombs, and stayed in the dance hall of the Great World Club for six hours.

Fang Buwei didn't dare to dance, and there was also this reason.

He set up the grenade, took out the fast and slow machine, loaded it directly, and put it within reach.

Then Fang Buwei looked at the window of the room where Zhang Xiaolin lived.

At a distance of up to 20 meters, whether it is a grenade or an explosive bag, it is not easy to throw it in.

When you're ready, let's get started.

Fang Buwei picked up a grenade, pulled the fuse, and threw it into the yard.

Seeing a thing emitting white smoke and jumping over his head, the wolf dog was startled and barked twice.

"What's that?" A bodyguard subconsciously exclaimed.

When I heard it, I had never been on the battlefield, and suddenly it fell from the sky, and it was still smoking, can it be a good thing?

"Grenade......" another bodyguard roared.

"Enemy attack...... Assassin ......"

Before the grenade exploded, the yard was in chaos.

With a "whoosh", two more were thrown in by Fang Buwei.

This one was smashed into the window of the room where Zhang Xiaolin lived.

The glass shattered, but the grenade bounced back.

Fang Buwei looked at it intently, and behind the window was not a curtain at all, but an iron plate.

Is it okay to really think of yourself as a turtle?

Don't worry, I'll reward you with a louder one later.

Zhang Xiaolin, like Ji Yunqing, originally slept on the third floor, but when he thought that if the assassin came, he might not even have time to jump upstairs, so he was disemboweled, so he drove the maid out and slept in this room on the first floor.

Later, under the guidance of the masters, Zhang Xiaolin dug a tunnel in this room.

But Fang Buwei didn't know it all along, he nailed the windows with steel plates.

Cunning cunning ......

Fang Buwei was not in a hurry at all.

The windows of this room are nailed, so it is impossible for all the windows to be nailed, right?

He raised his arm, and another grenade flew out, but instead of landing in the room, it landed in the group of bodyguards.

With a "bang", a grenade exploded every day.

Not all bodyguards are inexperienced.

In the two battles of Songhu, especially the second one, a large number of troops were disabled.

There were also many soldiers who did not want to fight anymore, so they retired and hid in the concession.

In addition to shooting and killing, he has no other skills, so he can only gang up.

"Lie down, lie down......" several bodyguards shouted, and some of them were looking around, trying to find out where the grenade was flying from, and fight back......

As a result, before the sound of lying down fell, another explosion suddenly exploded overhead.

There was a cry of ghosts and wolves, especially those who gave orders, and they screamed the worst.

Instead, he was running around, and he was basically not injured.

A few veterans were shocked: was it a coincidence, or was the assassin really so powerful that he could control the landing point of the grenade and the time of explosion so accurately?

Fang Buwei just wanted to make all the bodyguards mess up and create an illusion for Zhang Xiaolin: the assassin is not a person, and even the bodyguards can't stop it.

This time, who dares to climb in place?

All the bodyguards scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

There were two more explosions, all of which exploded above the bodyguard's head, the grenade didn't even fall to the ground, and the screams were even louder.

At this point, no one dared to doubt that the assassin could absolutely control where the grenade fell and where it exploded.

Who dares to stay in the yard?

Most of them wanted to rush into the building, but they were stopped by the Japanese Kenmoto at the entrance of the building.

"Little Japan on the day of the dog wants Lao Tzu to die...... Brothers, ......I don't know which one it is, I don't know which one it is, but suddenly I burst out with great courage, yelled, and raised my hand to shoot.

A Japanese gendarme fell on his back, a bloody arrow bursting out of his chest.

I don't know if it's really to escape for my life, or if there is a conflict in normal times, and the bodyguards who followed behind also shot.

The bodyguards were all box guns with a capacity of 20 rounds, and the four Japanese military police fell in a pool of blood before they could even open the safety of their pistols.

A group of bodyguards rushed into the building.

Fang Buwei almost laughed out loud.

Well, my own people fought first.

Unhurriedly, he picked up the grenade and threw one into the windows on the first and second floors.

In these two rooms, there are the most people crowded by the window.

"The assassin is ...... opposite," shouted one of the bodyguards on the third floor.

Fang Buwei grabbed the fast and slow machine, and raised his hand to shoot it.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

But this is not the only one who saw him.

"Opposite the roof...... The assassin was on the roof of the opposite building......" another shouted.

Fang Buwei grabbed the last grenade on the ridge, pulled off the fuse and threw it, and then quickly shrank behind the ridge.

"Papapa......" A burst of guns began to eat, and the smoke and dust on the top of the heart of the hit flew wildly.

"Bang-bang!" There were two explosions in succession, and two flames came out of the two rooms on the first and second floors one after another.

This was Fang Buwei's blow up for the two grenades that he had just thrown into the room.

"Ah......h

"It hurts, ......" The voice of a crying father and a mother was extremely harsh.

Zhang Xiaolin invited enough people, and there were still people shooting at this side.

Fang Bu picked up the purse and pistol, and changed positions in a hurry.