A man in his forties and fifties, his face was burned by boiling water or something, he had a large scar, his beard had not been taken care of for a long time and looked messy, his skin was rough and unkempt, and he looked no different from those old drunkards who were in the taverns, except that the eyes were bright.

He was dressed in a cotton coat sewn from coarse cloth with many patches on it, indicating his status as a poor man, and he still held a woodcutter in his hand, and he was eyeing it fiercely.

Before he continued to shout, Zheng Fei raised his hand and pointed at him, glaring angrily, and while he was stunned, Santiago jumped up and pounced on him, covering his mouth tightly.

He struggled desperately but couldn't move, so he had to pick up his arms and smash Santiago, but unfortunately his strength was too small to do any harm to Santiago.

When he saw Zheng Fei coming over and making a shushing gesture, his emotions eased a little, and gradually, he quieted down.

"Don't yell, blink if you agree. Zheng Fei said indifferently.

He blinked obediently twice, and Santiago let go of him, his palms covered in his saliva, disgusting.

He sat timidly on the ground, his hand secretly moved, trying to touch the fallen woodcutter, but Zheng Fei stepped forward and kicked it away.

"Be honest!" Zheng Fei sighed.

Seeing that he still wanted to take a knife, Santiago's violent temper instantly came up, and he raised his arm and slapped him violently, putting all the disgusting saliva on his face.

This slap made him dizzy, and he finally settled down.

Zheng Fei glared at him, then picked up the binoculars and observed the movement of the cabin.

Whew, fortunately it didn't alarm Brad, maybe that guy was lying down and napping, no matter how determined the tough guy is, he will be sleepy, even if it is an elite sniper.

Look at the primitive man again, not disturbed by the roar before, grasp the dagger tightly, and crawl towards his prey.

Slowly, slowly, he finally crawled outside the house, and the cat hid behind the dead grass for half a minute, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he dared to stand on tiptoe to the wall with confidence, find a narrow gap, and close his eyes together.

Brad was cooking a fire, and he didn't know where he came up with the idea, sewing a pipe out of many cloth bags, collecting the smoke from the burning and draining it into the river outside.

He lay on a shabby rattan chair, closed his eyes, and like the bigwigs in the exchange, rubbed two agate balls in his hands, rubbed them a few times, and stopped.

After confirming the target, the primitive man quietly approached the door.

The inside of the wooden house was very dark, so the outside was relatively much brighter, and countless small gaps in the walls let in countless threads of light.

It was also a coincidence that Brad wanted to pour a glass of water to drink at this time, and when he opened his eyes, he happened to see that the light filament was blocked by a figure, and then it was revealed.

In an instant, his nerves tensed to the extreme, and he quickly took out his musket and pointed it to the door, and after careful consideration, he felt that it was not possible, and decisively stepped on the chair and jumped onto the beam.

The primitive man had just touched the door, heard the movement in the house, and immediately broke down the door, and there was only a stove and a ricketer chair in front of him.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked up and at the same time Brad pulled the trigger and the gun rang out.

The primitive man had no intention of dodging, and was shot in the shoulder, but the pain could not stop him at all, and with a twist of his wrist, the dagger flew out with a whizz, hitting Brad in the thigh, knocking him off the beam of the house and falling heavily to the ground.

The primitive man didn't care that his shoulder was bleeding, so he rushed forward and grabbed him by the neck, violently and wantonly, and his fingers were like iron bones, trying to strangle him to death.

Brad rolled his eyes and struggled frantically to push his opponent away, only to find that it was simply a monster that could not be shaken!

His specialty lies in assassination, if he is tough, where can he get a primitive person who is scared of polar bears?!

The feeling of suffocation caused him to spit out a liquid that he didn't know whether it was white foam or saliva, his legs kicked wildly, and his arms waved desperately, trying to get rid of the iron tongs that were stuck in him, but nothing was done.

When his life hung by a thread, he pulled out the dagger on his thigh, and used his last strength to plunge into the back of the primitive man, with a muffled sound, the primitive man's hand was obviously loosened, and then completely released.

The primitive man fell to the ground, the sharp dagger was in his back, piercing out a bloody mouth the width of his little thumb, and blood gushed out immediately.

As for Brad, he was lying on the ground rolling his eyes, coughing again and again, and his throat was extremely hoarse, probably because somewhere in the Adam's apple was crushed, and the fragments were stuck in his throat.

From the moment he heard the gunshots, Zheng Fei led everyone to run wildly towards the cabin, and when they came to the door, the primitive man had just fallen and fell in a pool of blood.

Zheng Fei stared straight at the dagger stuck in the back of the primitive man and the blood that kept gushing, he was stunned for a moment, and shouted hysterically: "Send him to the doctor!"

"The streets are full of searchers, and there will be trouble. Hans reminded.

"Then get the doctor to Lao Tzu!

After Zheng Fei roared, he immediately ran over to check the wound, the position was on the back and could not be bandaged, so he could only find a way to block it as much as possible, hoping that the primitive person would shed less blood and support the doctor to come.

Hans and Santiago did not stop for a moment, but immediately rushed to the city, and on the way they robbed two horses from several noble young masters, and one of them shouted, and Santiago was violently pushed into the river.

The primitive man's face was already pale, but he still didn't seem to feel pain, and when he saw everyone coming, he smiled.

Zheng Fei clumped his clothes into a ball and pressed the primitive man's wound to stop the blood from gushing out.

After that, he took a few quick deep breaths and looked at Brad, who was lying next to him, not much better than the primitive.

However, because there was no fatal wound, only a slight injury to his throat, Brad soon regained consciousness and his pupils returned to normal.

Brad looked at the group of people in front of him, he couldn't raise the panic anymore, he was in a daze, lying on the ground motionless.

Zheng Fei stepped forward, stared at him expressionlessly, and glanced at the wound on his leg, I don't know what drove him, hatred instantly ignited in his eyes!

He unscrewed the lid of the flask and sprinkled all the extremely strong liquor on Brad's wound!

Brad let out a scream like a broken gong in his throat, clenched his teeth, dilated his pupils, exposed the corners of his eyes, and held his breath for a long time before exhaling.

He still didn't say anything, and now he felt much better than before.

Stimulated by this, his consciousness was completely awakened, and he looked at the group of people in front of him with eyes that were both hateful and puzzled.

"Brad, you're done. Zheng Fei said expressionlessly.

Hearing this, his expression suddenly changed, and he was eager to say something, but his voice was difficult to make a sound.

At this time, Ares stepped forward and looked at him carefully, and after a long moment, he gasped and lost his mind, "He's not Brad!" (to be continued.) )