Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 23 Remember to keep it secret for me (recommendation ticket requested)

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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 swapped, I don't know if the people behind the scenes are satisfied with the small 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. 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 lamented, "I should have bought some C4s earlier, they 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 a distance.

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

  The faint sweet fragrance came faintly, Zhou Ji frowned slightly, covered his mouth and nose, glanced at the sword box opened 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.

  Whether it is the crown prince or the second prince, he doesn't want to take refuge, but no matter what, he promised the second prince to withdraw the engagement at the Poetry Conference in Prince Jing's Mansion a month ago, but now he suddenly refuses to withdraw.

  Fan Xian felt very sorry after all.

  Traveling 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 said with a smile, "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 was too late to dodge 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.

  Strong crossbow? No! It's a bed crossbow!

  The blood sprayed by Teng Zijing 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 to save Teng Zijing, when he heard a roar behind him, and 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!"

  Teng Zijing saw the strong man's heart tremble, struggling to pull out the spear, but because his body was suspended in the air, he had nowhere to draw his strength.

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

   After saying that, 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 in the 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 moment. He tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't even stand up.

  ‘Heh~! '

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

   At this time, Teng Zijing 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 urgently, "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.

  crack~

  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 closely at his eyes, 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, directly knocking down Cheng Jushu, 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.

   "That's right! Teng Zi Jing! Zhou Ji, quickly see how Teng Zi Jing is doing?" Fan Xian seemed to have thought of something suddenly, struggling to get up, and shouted to Zhou Ji.

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

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

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

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

  Zhou Ji picked up the long gun on the ground and directly pierced 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."

  (end of this chapter)