Everywhere Du Feng arrived, there was only a cold corpse, and even a young woman with a dirty face and disheveled clothes!

"This bunch of beasts. Xu Yifan clenched his fists, and the Type 81 in his hand creaked.

Du Feng folded his hands and bowed to the deceased, then picked up a backpack and walked out. He didn't believe in Buddhism, but now he really couldn't think of a way to calm the dead, and maybe this was the best way to comfort himself before killing all the mercenaries.

After bowing with Du Feng, Xu Yifan hurriedly ran out behind Du Feng.

"Will is alright! she's dead, don't insult the dead anymore. A heavily armed European-American said to his accomplice.

The person named Will is also a European or American, I saw that he wiped the liquid off his lower body with something in his hand, lifted his pants neatly and said, "Okay." You, the believer who killed you, have never vented well in Huaxia, 'The young ladies here are too cheap. It's hard to find a young one on this island, but I didn't expect this to be more than just fighting. ”

The big man threw the gun at him and said, "Hurry up, Cobra said that No. 1 has been urged again, and if you don't want to be tortured by him, hurry up." ”

Speaking of No. 1, the grumbling Will couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, for this person who uses the corps, No. 1 will always be an existence they respect and fear. As long as he thinks of his endless methods of torturing people, even these soldier kings who live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife will tremble.

"Locke, I guess these two targets must have died in the sea, otherwise where can they run!"

"I don't know, I heard that the team led by No. 1 himself doesn't have any clues. Locke whispered.

He knew that his group of people could not stay on the island for a long time, and sooner or later the Huaxia military would notice the situation on the Emerald Island. Although his group of people is not afraid of any army, when it comes to fighting against a country, the top ten mercenary groups in the world are tied together, and they don't have that strength.

Coming out of the house, neither of them noticed that in the jungle not far away, there was already a pair of eyes firmly fixed on the two of them.

When Du Feng came to this private house, he heard the conversation between the two, and he had been squatting in the grass for a long time, waiting for a suitable opportunity.

"Brush!" a shadow brushed the ground.

"Whew!" the sharp blade of the saber slashed directly through Will's neck.

"Insult my women! Du Feng's cold eyes were full of anger.

When the mercenary walking in front of him felt this kind of murderous aura, it was too late to turn back.

His compatriots were now on the ground, their hands on their necks, their mouths wide open. And in front of him there was an Asian young man with the eyes of a beast, and the saber shining bright red appeared in front of him.

This knife is very familiar, the MK3 dagger, which is a special saber used by the United States Marine Corps, and it is also the standard dagger purchased by Ouroboros members. The number engraved on it represents the former owner of the knife. This familiar number, he knew, was the code name used by one of the dead members.

Could it be that the ten members were all killed by this young man? This extreme marksmanship, and lethal fighting skills. How could he have such skills at such a young age.

"You're lucky, I don't want to kill you sooner!"

Just as Locke was puzzled, the young man grabbed him by the arm, and after a grab, a knife was pressed against his neck.

Everything was caught off guard, so Locke was a little caught off guard.

"Tell me how many of you have been on this island. Du Feng said in English.

"Why should I tell you? Locke tried to struggle, but no matter what, he couldn't break free from the young man's iron hand.

As Locke refused, the knife came closer, dripping blood down the blade to the ground.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, let me guess! ten, twenty, it doesn't matter, I'll kill as many of you as there are. Du Feng said casually, but behind this carelessness, he had a strong self-confidence.

"You! In your Chinese dialect, you don't know how thick the sky is. I'll tell you, there were 20 of us here, all of whom were full members of Ouroboros. The special forces you call can't survive a round in their hands. Locke said without the slightest fear.

"Why don't you go to hell first, go down and count for me to see how many I miss. Du Feng's demonic voice slowly disappeared.

"You'll regret provoking Ouroboros! You'll ......"

The blade stabbed into his neck, and Locke went down with an incredulous expression, he couldn't imagine why he, who was the king of soldiers, had no power to fight back in front of this young man, killing chickens!

It's just that he doesn't know that if he calls himself the king of soldiers, then Du Feng is the king of soldiers and his ancestor!

"Let's go!" Du Feng turned his head behind him and said, after Du Feng finished speaking, Xu Yifan came out of the grass behind him, and his mood at this time can be described as shocked!

It was the first time he had seen blood, and the second time he had seen a dead man. No matter what, he would never have thought that Du Feng would go up and kill these invaders directly. These people look very strong.

In his mind, war was still far away, and killing the enemy might be even farther away than war.

"Don't stand still, go. Du Feng urged.

Hearing Du Feng's shout, Xu Yifan immediately rushed over with an 81 rifle.

"Sir, don't we really have to wait for support?" Xu Yifan said.

Du Feng didn't reply, just took him to hide in a bush.

The Emerald Isle is not big, but it is definitely not small, and the quiet jungle has become a hunting ground.

A dark shadow flashed, and before a lone mercenary could shoot, his neck had already been slashed.

Then this kind of thing happened in every corner of the island, and the two squads of Ouroboros were 10 people, and they were all scattered in order to facilitate the search, which made it more convenient for Du Feng's hunting.

The blood had already dyed the dagger black and red, and this exhilarating sense of killing made every cell of Du Feng beat.

Makeup, camouflage, raids, assaults. Each of the said combat techniques was used by Du Feng to the fullest.

For mercenaries, this is just beginning to fall into the trap of death.

Every inch of grass and trees around is no longer grass and trees, and perhaps the next second he walks past, a black shadow will appear coveting his life.

Every companion is not necessarily their own partner, this partner who was still nodding to himself just now, will stick out his fangs to himself in the next second.

Du Feng went to pounce on another group of wolves like a vicious wolf. He led a sheep to find his teeth and make him understand that everything could be reversed.

There is no shortage of accidents in this world, and when a cobra discovers that his team has been lost, he has a constant sense of unease. This uneasiness does not come from the separation of life and death, but from a word called "not counting".