"Meng Qiannian, I really didn't expect to see you here. ”

A deep voice came into Meng Xinian's ears.

Who?

Who is it?

Meng Xinnian felt that this voice was very unfamiliar, but subconsciously he always felt that he should know this person.

He struggled to look up and open his eyes, trying to see him clearly.

However, he only vaguely saw that the other party was wearing a black fedora and a black mask, and only two eyes were exposed.

Moreover, the gaze was already drifting, and the people in front of him had become two, four, and had been shaking.

It's not that he underestimated the enemy, it's that the other party has been prepared, and the things that the other party holds are all high-end.

Like that poisonous smoke, like this sharpshooter.

"Hehehe. ”

The man did not answer him, but chuckled under his breath, as if a cat had caught a mouse, and was trying to tease him.

Meng stumbled backwards in the past.

His speed was not fast, and his body was shaky.

The man didn't move, he still stood there smiling contemptuously, Yi Buddha just wanted to admire Meng's dying struggle, and he was sure that he would never escape from the palm of his hand.

That's right, how do you escape?

After inhaling toxic smoke and now under his gun, can you still escape?

However, Meng's performance in the past year still shocked him.

Originally, he had to fall down on the spot after inhaling that kind of poisonous smoke, but Meng Xinnian was able to follow him again as if nothing happened, listened to a few words of conversation between them, and then escaped, and he could still run so far before the poison attacked.

Is he an elephant? so large that it can be anesthetized several times more?

But it doesn't matter, anyway, it's just a little more time, and he will still take it back.

Meng didn't expect him to answer anymore, he was gritting his teeth and retreating.

That man's contempt and pride may be his only chance now.

Although he was tracking when he came, he could still see the surrounding terrain clearly, as long as he could retreat to the intersection ten meters away, there would be two directions to have a chance to escape.

In both directions, the houses were denser and the doors of the tavern and casino were open, but a curtain was in the way, and as long as he could enter one of them, he would at least have a few chances of escaping with the bustling people.

One step, two steps, three steps, the man still did not move, he pointed his gun at him, and watched him step by step back.

"Really, do you still need to do a pointless struggle?" the man's deep voice floated over, as if it had been dyed with snowflakes, cold to the bone.

"Who are you?" asked Meng Qiannian as he retreated.

In front of him, there was already a white expanse in front of him, and it seemed that he could only see snowflakes in the sky, they had been trained in anti-poisoning, and ordinary poisons could reasonably survive for him, in order to prevent him from falling into the hands of the enemy when he was on a mission, he was forced to confess.

But now he is really powerless to resist this medicine.

Six meters, seven meters, it's almost there.

Just keep going.

Even if he entered the tavern, he might not be able to get out, because this man seemed to be strong, and he would definitely be able to catch up with him quickly.

But Meng has always been extremely resilient in the past, and as long as there is a one percent chance, he will not sit idly by.

Eight meters, nine meters, the intersection is close at hand.

"You don't still want to run, do you?" said the man, with a mocking smile in his tone.