The blade ghost was calculated by the other party, and there was no response. Shacha immediately informed Sfit, who was on the road.

"What?" Hearing Shacha's words, Sfit's face couldn't help but change.

The strength of the blade ghost, he is very clear, although he is not a martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow, his cultivation is not bad, but he is a strong man at the early level of the day after tomorrow, plus he is proficient in ninjutsu assassination, even if he is facing a martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow, he can also maneuver one or two. I didn't expect that it was only ten seconds or so, and the blade ghost was over?

"What now?" Sfield tried to contact the Blade Ghost, but sure enough, the other party didn't respond, and his face sank.

I originally thought that the assassination would be a sure one, but I didn't expect that it had only started a short time ago, and the blade ghost was already dead.

"The strength of the other party is probably stronger than we expected, but I am afraid that we have already stepped into the innate world. Shacha said in a deep voice.

When Sfield heard this, he didn't refute it, in fact, from the beginning of the assassination, they vaguely felt that the strength of the ink man was stronger than what Shacha reported, otherwise it would be impossible to avoid their assassination, and they would have been able to escape into the green forest. However, they didn't care too much about the inkman's injury, but at this time, the blade ghost died, and the two had to be careful.

"The target has already been injured, and if he doesn't continue to do it, I'm afraid he won't have a chance next time. Sfield said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Sha Cha only hesitated slightly, and then agreed to continue to act, as Sfield said, the target is injured, once the opportunity is missed, if you want to do it, it will be difficult, not to mention that the three people who did it before were all dodged by Moke, if you just rely on him and Sha Cha, the chance of success will only be lower.

"You cover me. Before Sfit's words fell, the whole person was already running fast, and the speed was a few points faster than the 100-meter championship.

"Someone is coming. Moke cleaned up the weapons on the blade ghost, after all, he had nothing in his hand, and he could still sneak attack in close quarters in the face of the blade ghost, but the other two killers were both using guns, without weapons, and rushed over with their bare hands, completely looking for death.

The inkman bent over and carefully hid behind the corpse of the bladed ghost.

"Did you find a target?" Sfield hurriedly asked Shacha.

In the pitch-black green forest, his vision was also restricted, and he could only rely on Shacha in the distance to help investigate.

Whoosh

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air in the darkness, followed by several green lights.

"Bang Bang"

In the face of the attacking attack, Sfield almost did not hesitate at all, and the gun in his hand opened fire instantly, and it turned out to be all those hidden weapons.

"What a great marksmanship. The inkman was stunned for a moment, and he actually relied on a pistol to knock out the hidden weapon, this white man is probably not just a gunman.

"Good marksmanship, but I'll see if you can avoid it. The ink man smiled coldly, the spiritual power in his body was urged to the limit, and the next moment, a ninja dart burst out.

The spiritual power bursts out with all his strength, short distance, the speed of the ninja dart is not weaker than the speed of the bullet, although the white man is good at comprehensive fighting, but in terms of strength, it is almost the same as the Ming Jin martial artist, facing the hidden weapon of the innate martial artist with all his strength, it is too late to avoid it.

"I'm hurt, not good, toxic, withdraw. Sfield said hurriedly.

The next moment, the snipers in the distance fired one after another, targeting the area where the ink man was, but the other party obviously did not find the ink man's location, and only stopped the ink man from pursuing by firing.

"It's a pity that I don't know any hidden weapons at all, I just rely on my cultivation to throw it out, and I can't hit the key point at all. Looking at the fleeing white man, the inkman couldn't help but sigh.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know how to hide the weapon at all, and if he was replaced by that blade ghost, I am afraid that the man would be directly hit by the key point before the toxin attacked, and he would die.

"You should be leaving, right?" After waiting for a long time, and not encountering any gunfire, the ink man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person sat on the ground.

"It hurts" relaxed, and the ink artist immediately felt a wave of pain.

The cheek injury is the lightest, and the shoulder injury is not serious, but the back injury is the most serious, and the bullet is still stuck in the muscle, fortunately, this is the white man's pistol, if it is, I am afraid that the body has been shot through, and in the face of the ninja's attack, whether it can be dodged or not, it is not certain.

Moke took out the phone, thought about it, and dialed Luo Wanmei's phone, originally he planned to call Huang Lao, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Although he has a close relationship with Huang Lao, he doesn't want to trouble Huang Lao too much, just like many people have something to do and would rather find their brothers and classmates than let the elders in the family know.

"Sister Luo, can you come to pick me up next to the University of Science and Technology?" Moke said.

"What's wrong with you, your voice is so wrong?" Luo Wanmei heard this and hurriedly said.

"I'm injured, you come alone, and help me prepare a reliable doctor. The inkman said in a deep voice.

"No problem. Luo Wanmei nodded, and then hung up the phone.

Although he relied on spiritual power to stop the bleeding, there were still bursts of pain from the wound, and after waiting for about half an hour, Luo Wanmei came to Moke's car.

"Hiss" looked at the car that was almost completely destroyed, Luo Wanmei couldn't help but gasp, the whole car was destroyed like this, what kind of thing did it go through to do it?

"Sister Luo. Next to the body, the ink man said weakly.

"Moke, your injury" Looking at the Moke who was almost covered in blood, Luo Wanmei's face couldn't help but change greatly, how did Moke survive such a serious injury?

"I'll send you away first. Luo Wanmei helped the ink man into the car, and then drove quickly and disappeared into the night.

"Moke, your injuries are too serious, why don't I take you to the hospital?" Luo Wanmei looked at Moke from the rearview mirror and hurriedly spoke.

"No, I can't go to the hospital for my injuries. The inkman smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "I have a gunshot wound on my body." ”

"Gunshot wounds?" Luo Wanmei's face changed greatly, this is the hinterland of China, gun management is strict, the ink man suffered a gunshot wound, naturally it is not a trivial matter, once he is sent to the hospital, I am afraid that someone will call the police immediately.

"How can this be?" Luo Wanmei said in disbelief.

"It's a professional killer, do you remember the last time I went to Huang Lao's birthday banquet and didn't drive? In fact, on the road, my car has been destroyed. The inkman smiled wryly.

A professional killer?

Luo Wanmei's face was incredible, a professional killer, even for her, she had only heard of it, but she didn't expect Moke to meet a professional killer!

"How can this be, who is going to kill you?" Luo Wanmei said hurriedly.

"Don't ask. The inkman shook his head.

"Is it Jin Feng?" Luo Wanmei said suddenly.

She also understood the background of the inkman, but he was just an ordinary college student, how could there be a professional killer to deal with him, and the only one who could invite a professional killer and have a grudge against the inkman was probably only Jin Feng.

"It should be him, but don't worry, I'm not okay now. Inkman laughed.

"Is this okay?" Luo Wanmei blamed herself, "It's all my fault, if I hadn't pulled you to join Roche Jewelry, you wouldn't have offended Jin Feng, and you wouldn't have met a professional killer." ”

It's okay, don't you see I'm fine?