With his strength, he shouldn't have hit this shot, and he wouldn't have hit it.

But he was shot.

The shot was about to hit him in the heart, and the peace charm around his neck instantly burst out like an invisible bulletproof glass, and after the bullet hit the invisible glass, it was softly discharged and fell to the ground in the chest.

Because it was a snowy night, no one could see that scene clearly.

In fact, even if you see it, you can't see the invisible bulletproof glass-like energy wall that pops out of the peace charm.

Anyway, in the end, the bullet fell to the ground, but Meng had always been cautious, and quickly picked up the bullet that fell on the ground, and then ran away quickly.

There were at least fifteen or more people chasing after them.

This shocked Meng in the past years.

Are they so powerful here?

He came here, he didn't have a gun on him, and he was alone, if it weren't for the sharpshooter who was out of his knowledge, he felt that he could still deal with it, but the sharpshooter was hidden in the shadows, and he was still a little jealous.

Until the man's location is ascertained, he can't act rashly for the time being.

Meng was hidden between the splints in the past years, and on the rainy winter night, sweat still kept coming out.

By the time he realized something was wrong, his vision had gradually blurred, and his eyes seemed to be shaking.

Wrong......

Meng Xinian's mind was excited, and he suddenly remembered that when he entered the tavern before, and then followed the man inside, he passed a seat, and several people in that seat were swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and one of them seemed to be provocative and seemed to unintentionally spew a puff of smoke in front of him.

At that time, he was already alert and closed his breath, but he didn't expect that this was still a trick at all.

He exhaled and shook his head vigorously, only to feel dizzy.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came, and someone shouted: "This way! Search carefully, don't let that kid escape!"

Meng Xinian was already very close to him when he heard this voice, and knew in his heart that this place could not be hidden for a long time, so he wanted to come out of the crack in the splint.

But his vision was getting blurred and his head was getting heavier.

Just as he walked out, he saw a pair of feet meet his eyes with his head down.

A pair of black big scalp boots.

Stepping on the already thick snow, the whiteness of the snow sets off the incomparably coldness.

Meng Xinian raised his head slowly, a pair of long legs wearing overalls and trousers, a belt with a tiger head tied around his waist, a lean waist, no buttons in the cotton shirt, and a black sweater inside, and then up, but a dark muzzle.

Then the scene shook like a cassette again, and the picture blurred.

Meng Qiannian pressed one hand on his temple, and he couldn't see it clearly.

However, another image suddenly came to his mind.

It was also such a cold day, and it was also night, there was a light in the distance, and it was dim nearby, and he was wounded and fell to the base of a wall, and there was a person who approached him step by step, also a pair of black boots, such a tall and thin figure, also a black sweater, and a black muzzle.

The muzzle of the gun was slowly aimed at him, as if it were now.

He clearly felt that he was going to die.

Meng shook his head again.

I'm getting dizzy.

"Who are you?"

In the dizziness, he could still feel that this man had a very important role for him.