I was just telling a story, why is the whole internet urging me to turn myself in?

Chapter 74 Three Moves to Lock the Throat! Grandmaster, you have this trick up your sleeve?

At 2:37 a.m., only a dim floor lamp was lit in the spacious living room.

The tactical tablet in Xu Zhengyang's hand suddenly flashed a blinding red light.

On the screen, two red dots representing heat sources are slowly crawling forward in the 3D structure diagram of the ventilation duct on the 28th floor, less than four meters away from the first infrared tripwire they have set up.

"They're here."

Xu Zhengyang raised his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and made a gesture towards the grizzly bear.

Grizzly stood up from the sofa, gripped the hilt of his tactical knife in his right hand, and silently pressed himself against the load-bearing wall at the corner of the corridor.

Shen Feng was still sitting on the leather sofa in the center of the living room, holding his thermos cup.

In Xu Zhengyang's eyes, this "gentleman" who was always in control of the situation was now displaying the aura of a top boss who remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

But actually—Shen Feng didn't not want to move; his calves were cramping a bit.

"Holy shit! They're really here?! What happened to just testing the waters? What happened to scouting the route? Grizzly, you son of a bitch, didn't you just say in the car that next time would be the real deal? How long has it been?! You call this 'next time'?!"

A faint friction sound came from the ventilation duct, which would be completely undetectable unless one had received special training.

Xu Zhengyang pressed himself against the wall, his ear almost touching the outside of the pipe, and began to count down on his fingers.

five.

Four.

three.

The sounds coming from the pipes suddenly stopped.

Xu Zhengyang's expression changed drastically: "Oh no! He's found out!"

The next second, a muffled explosion rang out from inside the pipe.

"Bang!"

The heavy metal cover of the ventilation duct was blown away by the huge impact, crashing into the corridor wall with a piercing whistle, sparks flying everywhere, before spinning and sliding a long distance on the floor.

A high concentration of white tactical smoke instantly gushed out of the pipe opening, obscuring everyone's vision.

Two dark figures emerged from the smoke, one after the other.

The one in front was lean and wiry. He had already rolled the moment he landed, and was holding a carbon fiber tactical knife in his right hand.

The one behind him was burly, holding a folding short knife in each hand, the blades coated with matte black paint.

The Lamplighters, Hounds, and Venomous Fangs!

"Let's do it!"

Xu Zhengyang roared and shot out from behind the load-bearing wall, crashing head-on into the lean hunting dog.

At the same time, the grizzly bear attacked from the other side, blocking the path of the venomous fang.

The corridor instantly descended into chaos.

Xu Zhengyang's fighting style is typical of a front-line criminal police officer: fierce, direct, and wide-ranging, with punches, elbows, and knees striking in quick succession, each move aimed at the opponent's vital points.

But the hound's reaction speed was ridiculously fast. The carbon fiber dagger flew in his hand, each cut precisely in the gaps between Xu Zhengyang's attacks, forcing Xu Zhengyang to retreat and defend.

Three rounds.

Five rounds.

In the seventh round, the hound suddenly changed its move, feinting with its dagger and aiming straight for Xu Zhengyang's eyes. Just as Xu Zhengyang raised his arm to block, the hound kicked the inside of Xu Zhengyang's knee with its left foot at a tricky angle!

"Bang!"

Xu Zhengyang groaned, his right leg buckled, and his body involuntarily shrunk by half.

In that split second, the hound seized the opening and slashed with the dagger in a backhand motion!

"Sizzle—"

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The tough, cut-resistant tactical uniform was slashed open, and the knife tip tore a deep gash that exposed bone on the outside of Xu Zhengyang's right arm, instantly staining the sleeve with warm blood.

Xu Zhengyang was forced to take two steps back, and his right arm was damaged, so he could not exert any force for the time being.

But the hound had no intention of pressing its advantage. Instead, it turned its head, its gaze sweeping across the corridor, and locked onto the man holding a thermos on the living room sofa.

That's the real goal for tonight!

Without a word, the hound pushed off with its feet and shot towards the living room like an arrow.

According to his intelligence, Shen Feng was just a businessman who did live streaming. Now that the security team was tied up, this target was like meat on a chopping board, and his throat could be cut in three seconds!

Three steps.

Two steps.

The hound's face, clad in a gas mask, was almost within reach, its carbon fiber dagger raised high, the tip aimed directly at Shen Feng's throat!

"Sir, be careful!!" Xu Zhengyang roared, his eyes wide with fury.

However, just as the hound's dagger struck, Shen Feng's body shifted half a step to the side at an angle that completely defied ergonomics.

First move.

Shen Feng's left hand shot out like lightning, the heel of his palm carrying the power to split rocks, slamming hard into the wrist bone of the hunting dog's knife-wielding hand.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the hound's five fingers instantly lost control, and the carbon fiber dagger flew out of its hand and embedded itself in the ceiling.

The second move.

Shen Feng thrust his right foot forward, wedging it between the hound's legs and completely blocking its escape route. Simultaneously, his right elbow, accompanied by a sonic boom tearing through the air, struck the hound's carotid artery!

The hound, being a top-tier killer, instinctively raised its left arm to block despite the excruciating pain.

But he was wrong.

Shen Feng's elbow strike was just a feint!

The moment Shen Feng's right hand touched the hound's arm, it slid down like a serpent, and his five long, slender, white fingers gripped the hound's throat!

The third move.

Chokehold, waist twist, over-the-shoulder throw!

The hound's strong body, weighing 160 pounds, was lifted into the air by Shen Feng's throat with one hand, and it flipped 180 degrees in mid-air before its back slammed heavily onto the hard marble floor!

"Clang!"

The floor seemed to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Feng pressed his knee down on the hound's sternum, grabbed its right arm with his left hand, and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction.

"Snap!!!"

The hound let out a short, inhuman howl, its eyes rolled back, and its right arm hung limply at its sides!

From the moment the hound charged at Shen Feng to the moment it was rendered useless by these three fluid moves, the entire process took less than ten seconds!

Venomous Fang, who was fighting a grizzly bear in the corridor, happened to catch a glimpse of this terrifying scene out of the corner of his eye, and his movements visibly froze for a moment.

The Hound was a retired mercenary from the 2nd French Foreign Legion Parachute Regiment, and he was taken down so easily?!

Venomous Fang's fighting spirit collapsed instantly at that moment. He didn't even care about his companions and turned to run away.

But the Grizzlies were waiting for this moment when he was distracted.

The fang's turning motion exposed the vulnerability of its nape.

Grizzly lunged forward, grabbing Venomous Fang's nape with his left hand and slamming his right elbow into the back of Venomous Fang's head with tremendous force!

"Bang!"

With a roll of his eyes, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.

Grizzly took the opportunity to step on his spine, pulled out a high-strength tactical quick-binding strap from his waist, and tied his hands behind his back.

Xu Zhengyang, clutching his bleeding right arm, struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall.

He looked at Shen Feng standing in the center of the living room, his eyes almost overflowing with shock.

Joint locks, chokeholds, and broken bones—these are the purest killing techniques, devoid of any performative element, designed solely to deprive the enemy of their ability to resist in the shortest possible time!

Shen Feng stood still, looking down at the unconscious hunting dog on the ground, and shook his slightly numb right hand.

I have to say, although I was terrified, my master-level fighting skills were no joke. They were really effective in close combat against these assassins!

Shen Feng noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, and quickly tried to cover it up: "What are you standing there for? Tie him up, gag him, and check his teeth for any poison sacs."

"Yes!" Grizzly shuddered and immediately pulled out tools from his tactical bag, binding the two men tightly.

"Xiaoyu!" Shen Feng called out, "Have you found him yet?"

"Master! I've been monitoring their communication frequency!" Xiao Yu poked his head out from behind the blast door of the study. "I've pinpointed the sniper's tactical radio signal source! It's 820 meters to the northwest, right at the rooftop of that unfinished building at the end of Yanjiang Avenue!"

Shen Feng picked up the walkie-talkie on the coffee table and pressed the call button: "Jackal, did you hear that?"

In the underground parking garage, the fully armed and ready jackals coldly replied, "Already departing."

Ten minutes later.

The top floor of an unfinished building.

The sniper codenamed "Hummingbird" was still lying prone in his sniping position.

He kept staring at the window on the 28th floor through the night vision scope, but for some reason, the communication channels of Hound and Fang had been silent for a full ten minutes.

Could it be that the mission failed? Two top-tier mercenaries couldn't even handle a businessman who does live streaming?

The hummingbird gritted its teeth and decided to abandon the mission.

He began to skillfully disassemble the gun.

But the instant his hand touched the butt of the rifle, a cold hand wearing a tactical glove reached out from behind him without warning and covered his mouth and nose!

At the same time, the cold back of a dagger pressed tightly against his carotid artery.

"Don't move. If you move even slightly, I'll drain your blood." The jackal's voice, like a ghost, rang in his ears.

Thirty seconds later, Hummingbird was bound hand and foot, and the expensive heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle and the complete set of encrypted communication equipment were neatly stacked to the side.

The jackal knelt on one knee, coldly inspected the sniper rifle's bolt and magazine, and then pressed the button on his headset.

"The jackals are calling. The hummingbirds have been subdued, and all their equipment has been captured."

Shen Feng's emotionless voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Bring him back."