Journey To the World of Film and Television

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Guns are absolutely contraband in China, let alone an extremely dangerous sniper rifle like Barrett.

Before killing Feng Yuxiu, Zhou Ji himself didn't know what world he would travel to, so he made double preparations when purchasing these weapons and ammunition on the black market.

There are two sword cases, one large and one small. The outer large sword case is covered with lead plates made of titanium alloy, which is used to shield the scanning detection of modern technology. In this way, even if he travels to a world with equal technology, he can still fight for his hidden guns. time.

After coming to the world of Qing Yu Nian, Zhou Ji deliberately confused the audience, so he hid the real sword box in the deserted courtyard where the maid was killed, and carried the fake sword box with him, with three grenades inside, so that he could use it in an emergency. Self-guarantee.

Now that the sword box has been dropped by someone, I don't know if the people behind the scenes are satisfied with the little gift he prepared.

It doesn't matter if you are not satisfied, he still has twelve such gifts.

Zhou Ji took out three more grenades from the lower layer of the sword box, two shock bombs, and one fragment grenade. The white phosphorous bomb was too dangerous, so he only bought two. It's not as good as shock bombs, so what he prepares most is shock bombs.

After counting the remaining materials, Zhou Ji buried the sword box again.

Because the courtyard was dark under the lights, neither the eldest princess nor Emperor Qing thought of searching it. Zhou Ji also believed that with his hiding methods, even if someone came to look for it, they might not be able to find it.

"Speaking of it, it's still too conservative." Zhou Ji regretted, "I knew I should have bought some C4s. Those things are portable and easy to carry, and they are also very safe. They are a must-have product for killing people."

Leaving the small courtyard, Zhou Ji thought about going back to take a look, but before he walked back to the house, he saw three motionless figures in the alleyway from afar.

When they got closer, the three of them were surrounded by fluorescent lights, and the walls and floors were filled with wobbly silver needles.

A faint sweet fragrance came faintly, Zhou Ji frowned slightly, covered his mouth and nose, glanced at the opened sword box in front of the three of them, guessed the cause and effect with a thought, shook his head and sighed, turned and left.

I'm afraid this house can no longer be lived in.

Speaking of which, Zhou Ji still likes this house quite a lot. It is quiet and elegant, neither spacious nor cramped. He simply tidied up some soft things. Zhou Ji suddenly noticed the pastries on the table, which were brought by Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe in the morning. Yes, Fan Ruoruo slapped Fan Sizhe for stealing food.

Thinking of Fan Ruoruo, Zhou Ji suddenly realized.

correct!

How is Fan Xian?

I vaguely remember that there was an assassination in the original work, and today is a godsend opportunity.

Speaking of which, Fan Xian actually didn't want to go to the invitation of the second prince and Prince Jing's son.

Regardless of whether it was the crown prince or the second prince, he didn't want to take refuge in him, but no matter what, he had promised the second prince to retire at the Poetry Conference in Prince Jing's Mansion a month ago, but now he suddenly refused to do so.

After all, Fan Xian felt sorry for it.

Walking to Niulan Street, Fan Xian was in a good mood, sitting in front of the carriage and driving with Teng Zijing, "This place looks familiar."

"Niulan Street." Teng Zijing smiled and said, "You hit Guo Baokun's place."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, you did it too." Fan Xian complained and chatted, "Then this street is quite commemorative."

"Speaking of which, you still owe me a cow." Teng Zijing turned to look at Fan Xian, seeing Zhou Ji and Fan Xian bickering for a long time, he also began to learn to make some harmless jokes.

But at the same time as he turned his head, a cold glow rapidly enlarged in the center of his eyes.

not good!

Teng Zijing subconsciously pushed Fan Xian away, but he couldn't dodge in time, and was pierced by a spear with a hook hanging on it. He flew upside down and hung on the high wall next to him.

Crossbow? No! It's a bed crossbow!

The blood sprayed by Tengzi Jing splashed on Fan Xian's face, Fan Xian's face was filled with grief and anger, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He didn't have time to think about it, he just wanted to get up and save Teng Zijing, when he heard a roar behind him, a person knocked out from the overturned wall, his figure was as strong as a giant, and he rushed towards him like a beast.

"Fan Xian, hurry up, he is Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master of the Northern Qi Dynasty!"

Seeing the burly man's heart tremble, Fuji Zijing struggled to draw out his spear, but he had nowhere to draw his strength because his body was suspended in the air.

Fan Xian's face sank like water, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's go together!"

After finishing speaking, he drew out his dagger, took advantage of the dust and gravel all over the sky, jumped up, turned into a strange light, and slashed at the big man's neck.

However, Cheng Jushu just tilted his head slightly, raised his right hand, like pinching a fly, and easily pinched the knife that Fan Xian slashed. A little scarlet oozes from the big man's tiger's mouth, but the palm of his hand was not severed by the knife. , I really don’t know what his body is made of!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fan Xian drew out the blade and kicked Cheng Jushu's chest. He was about to use his strength to retreat, but was grabbed by his ankle again and was thrown flying like a broken sack.

Boom~

A muffled sound erupted in the alley, and Fan Xian sank into the wall. He didn't know how many ribs were broken for a while. He tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't even stand up.

'Heh~! '

Cheng Jushu showed disdain, and strode forward, grabbing Fan Xian as if he wanted to crush Fan Xian's head.

At this time, Teng Zi Jing held his last breath, pulled out the spear from his shoulder, roared hoarsely, and walked towards Cheng Jushu step by step, dragging the spear with his only remaining right arm.

Fan Xian's eyes cracked, and he said anxiously, "No!"

But it was too late, Teng Zijing was not Cheng Jushu's opponent at all, and now he was seriously injured, and only with his last breath, Cheng Jushu grabbed his head before the spear was pierced, and held it up to Fan Xian. In front of you, you only need to use a little force, and it will directly crack.

snap~

A soft sound came from behind Cheng Jushu, the voice was dull, as if the crisp sound was blocked with a jar.

Cheng Jushu was stunned on the spot, like a wooden stake, stuck there motionless.

Only Fan Xian, who was staring at his pupils, knew that the light in his eyes dimmed at the same time as the soft sound.

"Hey, Fan Xian, are you dead? Say something."

A palm stretched out from the side and pushed Cheng Jushu down. Zhou Ji looked at Fan Xian, who was as dumb as a chicken, and raised his eyebrows.

"Dead. Hey, hey, he's not dead!" Fan Xian glanced blankly at Cheng Jushu, then up at Zhou Ji, and his eyes finally fell on the Desert Eagle in his hand.

"By the way! Teng Zi Jing! Zhou Ji, hurry up and see how Teng Zi Jing is doing?" Fan Xian suddenly seemed to think of something, struggling to get up, and shouted to Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji squatted down to check it a bit, frowned and said, "It's better to come a little later."

"If a person is alive, his arm may be crippled."

Fan Xian was so angry that he laughed back, slumped on the ground, and scolded with a smile: "Can you stop panting when you f---ing talk!"

"Don't talk about this, although Cheng Jushu is dead, but some things still have to be finished."

Zhou Ji picked up the spear on the ground and pierced through Cheng Jushu's forehead, pushed out the deformed bullet, and said in a deep voice, "You must keep the matter of the pistol a secret for me."

Fan Xian knew the seriousness of the matter, put away the smile on his face, and said seriously, "I understand."