Shi Yunfei saw that Wu Song's face was a little solemn, so he asked, "Wu Song, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Brother Shi, I'll go out, and don't go out until I come back. ”

Shi Yunfei was slightly stunned, and then understood what Wu Song meant: "Wu Song, don't worry, I know what to do." ”

Wu Song nodded, and then lied to Zhong Qian that he went out to run errands, and left Bluewater Bay.

After taking a taxi, Wu Song came to the foot of the West Mountain.

Looking at the top of the mountain, Wu Song remembered that time he came here to save Zhong Qian, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he secretly thought in his heart, the last time he came here to kill, it seems that there are more dead people on the West Mountain today.

dared to use Wu Song's friends and lovers to blackmail, which made Wu Song angry.

At the top of the mountain, Wu Song saw a burly European man.

The man glanced at Wu Song and said with a smile: "You Longhua people pay attention to feng shui, I think this place is good, I have worked very hard to find such a good place." ”

Wu Song smiled slightly: "Yes, you died in such a good place as feng shui, it's really cheap for you." ”

"Hahaha, you're humorous, I like it. I'll give you a moment of reassurance, death is not pain, it's relief. ”

Wu Song smiled: "Don't talk to me about this, who sent you?" Wu Song just asked casually, he knew that it was impossible for the other party to answer.

But to Wu Song's surprise, the European man actually replied: "It was someone from the Wu family in Kyoto who asked me to kill you." ”

Wu Song's eyes narrowed, Wu Zhenguo sent a killer when he was in Dali, but he didn't expect to invite another one so soon. And Wu Song could feel that the European man in front of him was by no means comparable to the killer in Dali.

At this time, the European man unhurriedly lit a cigarette, took a puff and asked Wu Song, "Do you smoke?"

Wu Song shook his head: "Never." ”

"It's a pity that I can't enjoy the pleasures of life before I die. ”

European men smoke cigarettes, then throw away the cigarette butts and stomp on them with their feet. "I'm sorry sir, it's my personal habit to smoke a cigarette before killing someone, so I keep you waiting. After speaking, the murderous aura on his body surged towards Wu Song like a stormy wave.

Wu Song secretly said, no wonder this European man told his employer so easily, because he was confident enough to kill himself, so there was no need to keep a secret from a mortal person.

In the face of the other party's murderous aura, Wu Song was unmoved and always kept smiling.

The European man knew that Wu Song was a master, so his hand flashed, and there was already a silver pistol in his hand.

He gently touched the gun and said, "Introduce myself, my name is Cyril, and I am ranked tenth on the international killer list. This gun is called Silver Wing, and there are a total of ninety-nine people who died under my gun, ten of them are your Longhua's so-called Ming Dao masters, and there is one transformation realm, you are very lucky, it is the hundredth, I will always remember today. ”

Wu Song stretched out his hand and took out the dragon thorn, clasped it in his hand and said, "It's a pity that you can't kill a hundred people in your life." ”

"Oh, yes, it's good for young people to be confident, but you're arrogant. ”

"It's a mule or a horse, just take it out and you'll know. ”

Cyril obviously didn't understand the meaning of the words, and he didn't say much, squinting slightly, ready to shoot at any moment.

And Wu Song looked like a graceful wanderer, obviously not taking Cyril in his eyes at all, which made Cyril feel ignored.

Cyril has always regarded himself as a god who controls life and death, but now, he is shrouded by Wu Song's power, such a strong coercion, he has only felt it in the master of the transformation realm who died under his gun.

Cyril secretly cursed that the information given by his employer was inaccurate, and if he knew that the target he was going to kill was an avatar, he would be fully prepared. But now it was too late, Cyril thought to himself, and when he was done with his mission, he would go back and ask his employer for ten times the honorarium.

Then, Cyril shot Wu Song in the chest as fast as lightning, he knew that this shot would definitely not hit Wu Song, he just wanted to use the power of this shot to give himself a chance to live. As long as Wu Song made a dodge move, he was confident that Wu Song would be caught in his own bullet blockade.

Silverwing's bullets are specially crafted, and the speed is not known how much faster than a normal pistol.

However, to Cyril's surprise, Wu Song didn't dodge at all, but just put the dragon thorn across his chest and forcibly blocked the bullet.

The special bullet hit the surface of the knife, leaving not even a trace.

"Cyril, is that all you have to do, I don't think you're the tenth on the killer list. Wu Song still kept smiling, but he didn't hide the monstrous killing intent on his body at all.

Cyril frowned slightly, and as soon as he raised his hand, he fired three more shots, which hit Wu Song's eyebrows, heart, and lower abdomen dantian respectively. After three shots, Cyril disappeared like a ghost among the rocks in the mountains.

In the face of the three bullets of the gun king, Wu Song did not dare to hold it up, one turned around and dodged, and then looked at Cyril, but there was no trace.

"Cyril, can you do this to shrink your head and turtle?" Wu Song said sarcastically, he knew that his agitation method would not force Cyril to show up at all, but Wu Song knew that this sentence would also bring some negative psychological effects to Cyril.

As soon as Wu Song stepped on his waist, he also burrowed into the rocks, carefully sensing Cyril's breath. However, this Cyril still has some skills after all, especially the hidden aura, Wu Song can't even feel Cyril's position at all, and there are not even breathing creatures around.

Wu Song cautiously groped his way forward in the troubled times, in fact, he could have left just now. But it's no fun to be remembered by a top killer, not to mention that Cyril is also threatening his friend and lover. So Wu Song decided to fight Cyril to the end no matter what. Moreover, he must be killed to prevent future troubles, and it also sounded a wake-up call for Wu Zhenguo.

After finding an excellent position, Wu Song sat down and said secretly, I will consume it with you, I don't believe you don't gasp!

There is only a breeze in the mountains, and the occasional song of an unknown bird. Wu Song sat on the ground, improving his senses to the best, sensing every movement around him.

Cyril is just over 30 meters away from Wu Song, and he uses a yoga technique he learned from India that can hold his breath for an hour. But what he was afraid of was that if Wu Song spent an hour with him here, as long as he breathed, he would immediately expose the target.

After twenty minutes or so, Cyril felt the faint sound of breathing. He was overjoyed in his heart, knowing Wu Song's location, Cyril had confidence again. He pulled another pistol from his waist, but this pistol was peculiar, with a barrel more than three times thicker than a normal pistol.

Cyril stretched out his hand and shot two shots, respectively at the left and right stones in front of Wu Song.

Wu Song heard that the sound of the gun was wrong, it was definitely not the silver pistol that Cyril used just now.

Two bullets hit the stone almost simultaneously, followed by two explosions that resounded through the forest.

Depend on!

Wu Song scolded, this Cyril still has such a powerful thing.

The power of the explosion was huge, and the stones were splashing, but fortunately, Wu Song used his luck to protect his whole body in time, otherwise he would definitely be embarrassed by these two shots.

As the explosion sounded, Cyril quickly changed his position, wanting to sneak attack in the dark when Wu Song appeared. But when the smoke and dust landed, there was no trace of Wu Song.

Could it be that he has already been blown up? Cyril thought about it and thought that this was a possibility. But he didn't dare to go over and confirm.

After a moment of silence, Cyril fired another shot at where Wu Song was.

Wu Song knew that Cyril was tempting, and if he exposed his body and walked away, it was possible that Cyril would hide deep in the mountains and forests.

As a last resort, Wu Song had no choice but to take the power of the explosion of this shot.

After the shot, Cyril was silent again.

Wu Song pursed his lips and said secretly, this foreigner is really a little too cautious.

After about ten minutes, Cyril saw that Wu Song had not moved, so he quietly walked towards Wu Song's hiding place.

As soon as Cyril moved, Wu Song could clearly feel every movement of his life.

Come on, I'll wait, get closer!

Wu Song secretly said in his heart that as long as Cyril was within five meters of him, Wu Song was sure to entangle him and then kill Cyril.

Cyril approached slowly, and when he reached a distance of ten meters, he stopped. Years of experience as a killer have given him the ability to predict danger. His sixth sense told him that if he went any further, his life would be in danger.

Stopping, Cyril hesitated. If he didn't go over to confirm, he didn't know if Wu Song was dead. According to common sense, the previous two shots were enough to kill Wu Song.

But Cyril had no faith, after all, he was facing a situation.

But if he confirms it, he is worried that this is Wu Song's trap, which is to lure him to get closer so that he can fight him in close quarters.

After hesitating for three or four minutes, Cyril decided to back down. If Wu Song hadn't died, then he would have been fully prepared to attack and kill again.

Wu Song sensed Cyril's movements, and felt a pang of regret in his heart. He didn't expect Cyril to be so cautious. But Wu Song didn't want to give Cyril a second chance to kill him. So he turned around, and then used the Wandering Technique, and the dragon thorn in his hand stabbed straight towards Cyril.

Cyril was shocked! He thought that even if Wu Song did not die, he would be injured and his skills would be affected to a certain extent. Judging from Wu Song's offensive, there was not the slightest sign of injury.

How could it be! It was a blasting bomb! Facing the power of the blasting bomb at such a close distance, Wu Song could be unscathed.

Cyril couldn't figure out what was going on even if he wanted to break his head.

In the face of Wu Song's attack, Cyril's first thought was to distance himself.

Although his body style was not as good as Wu Song's, he reacted quickly, and fired a shot with his left and right hands in an instant, blocking Wu Song's attack. At the same time, he also turned backwards and went deep into the mountains as fast as he could.

Wu Song was blocked by Cyril's two bullets and had to stagnate, but then continued to chase away.

Repeated like this several times, the two always maintained a distance of more than ten meters, until they reached the edge of the cliff.

Wu Song stood ten meters away and smiled coldly: "Cyril, this means that there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door in hell for you to break into." ”