The two assassins who fell to the ground looked at Xingchen, and the answer gradually became clear in their hearts - the person in front of him was undoubtedly qualified to be recognized as the ace member of the special operations team. Whether it is the reaction nerves, physical strength or combat skills, this person is impeccable, this kind of person is born to fight.

A gust of mountain wind swept through the depths of the woods, and the rustling of leaves made a restless sound.

The two assassins were separated on either side of Xingchen - the chatter who was kicked by Xingchen more than ten meters away had already struggled to get up from the ground at this moment, and the silent guy was closer to Xingchen because he barely blocked Xingchen's blow, and he was still on one knee without the slightest movement. Because of the black uniforms, the pitch-black figures of the two blended perfectly into the night, but neither of them rushed forward again. They all watched the stars in silence, and even their breathing was suppressed as faintly as possible—fearing the power of the stars, they chose to wait for the opportunity.

On the contrary, Xingchen stood in the darkness in civilian clothes, his orange-red eyes radiating a deep halo, as if he was deliberately exposing his position, waiting for them to attack and take their lives.

"This bastard ......"

The chatter scolded softly, and slowly raised the gun in his hand to aim at the ray of light in the darkness, which was not like sniping the light, but more like cursing the endless darkness.

The shaking of the gun made a slight click, and Xingchen's eyes turned to the direction from which the slight sound came, and his feet instantly exerted force, and he slid in front of the chatterbox.

Seeing Xingchen's sudden figure, the chatter was not shocked, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at Xingchen more quickly, and pulled the trigger.

The gun didn't go off. At the moment when the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Xingchen, Xingchen was already crouching in front of the chatterbox, holding the gun tightly with his right hand, and inserting his index finger into the back of the trigger, so that the trigger could not be pulled at all.

The chatter looked at the star's eyes, behind the burning pupils, there was not a trace of emotion, and like the flame heart of the flame, it was so empty that it made people suspect that he was just a machine and not a whole person.

Xingchen's left hand twitched quickly on the gun, and in the next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared into the night, only the pair of almost golden pupils streaked through two bright golden marks.

The dagger swooped down again, and the Silent One withdrew his blade and stood still.

With a gun in his hand, the chatter struggled to get up from the ground, and his mouth was still babbling: "Oops, oops, it hurts me to death, why did you come, I was almost killed by him." ”

"Shut up," the silent one finally spoke, "you don't make it impossible for me to hear him......

Before the word "sound" could be fully uttered from his mouth, there was a slight tremor in the air between the two, and the vanished star appeared in front of them again.

Without hesitation, the Silent One turned around and swung his sword, and Xingchen grabbed the Silent One's wrist with one hand, and his body sank down, and his waist slammed into his waist. Seeing that the silent man was deflated, the chatter hurriedly raised his gun and frantically pulled the trigger on the stars, but not a single bullet flew out of the chamber of the gun - the bolt was long gone.

"He just pumped," the chatter looked at the gun in his hand through the glimmer of moonlight, "and pulled the bolt out?!"

The corners of Xingchen's mouth curled slightly, as if it was a mocking smile. Grabbing the silent one's wrist, the stars slammed him off the ground with a slam over the shoulder.

The Silent One did not resist, and allowed the stars to throw themselves into the air. But in the next second, something strange happened suddenly.

The silent man who was stranded in the air, and was about to be thrown to the chatter in the next second, disappeared into the hands of the stars like a touch of gas, and disappeared into the night.

The obvious strangeness caused Xingchen to stop his movements, and in the moment of his hesitation, the chatter flew up and punched at him. Xingchen reached out and took the light punch, and with a sweep of his feet, the chatter fell to the ground again.

"Where have you been?" Xingchen looked around vigilantly and gently shook his right hand, the feeling just now, as if the silent one was flowing out of his hand, very unreal.

Another gust of wind blew, the stars jerked up, and the figure of the silent man stood firmly above the treetops, the moonlight behind him enveloping his figure perfectly, leaving only a dark silhouette.

"I'm sorry I didn't fight you seriously just now," the silent man finally spoke, and in his hand, a folding knife flew up and down, flashing a terrible cold light, making a "Xiu Xiu" sound breaking through the air, "Next, I will fight with all my might." ”

Xingchen looked at him, and the fire in his eyes began to slowly heat up.

Immediately, a slender pillar of fire shot diagonally through the forest and into the sky.

In the desert, Gu Lichuan's car drove forward smoothly, and there was no further obstruction along the way, which surprised the white fox and Mu Yi.

"To be reasonable, we only passed through his two layers of defense," Mu Yi sat in the car, wiping his gun, Gu Lichuan carefully examined it on the side, "Why is there no one to block it? ”

The white fox put one hand on the door of the car, and the other hand operated the steering wheel, although he was calm, but he also looked puzzled: "I think so too, unless those men in black have overtaken us and paved the way for us." ”

"Apparently they're not that kind. Mu Yi pursed his lips, his dark green eyes looked into the distance of the desert, thoughtful.

Hearing this, Gu Lichuan stretched out his head: "Then, wouldn't it make sense if an organization that also had the task of assassinating Sharif was also involved?"

"Huh?" Mu Yi and the white fox twisted their heads towards Gu Lichuan at the same time.

"In other words, it's not just us and those three men in black who have been given the task of killing Hassan Sharif," Gu Lichuan's two hands drew circles layer by layer, explaining, "Sharif's forces are only so many, and besides, they are still in layered divisions, if they are attacked from many sides, the forces will inevitably be more dispersed, and the chances that we are lucky enough to bypass the blocking corps are also higher." ”

"How many people has this Sharif offended. Mu Yi shook his head and continued to look ahead. In the afternoon, the sun is getting stronger, the whole desert is emitting heat to the near ground, and the scenery in the distance begins to flutter and be indistinguishable.

But the white fox stopped talking at the moment, he looked ahead, and secretly calculated in his heart: If these forces meet, I don't know how big a moth will be made.

Will you meet those people?

The Lechuan children are miserable.

Thinking of this, the white fox turned his head to look at Mu Yi, with a malicious smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Yi looked at the white fox and smiled strangely, the second monk was puzzled.

"You say," the white fox raised his chin to Gu Lichuan's side and said to Mu Yi, "Will we run into those people?"

Hearing this, Mu Yi first frowned, and then showed a sudden brightness. He looked at Gu Lichuan first, and then showed a wicked smile like the white fox, and stretched out his hand to point at the white fox with a helpless look.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Lichuan was sandwiched between the two, completely unclear about the situation.

"Lechuan, you've been in the special operations team for a long time, do you know that Ying Lan ran away from home?"

"I know," Gu Lichuan nodded, "So what?"

"Do you know what business her family has?" Mu Yi continued.

On the other side, the same desert, the same heat, the same barrenness.

Looking into the depths, there seems to be a faint smell of moisture wafting through the hot desert, mixed with the salty smell of blood, which is unsettling.

"You! you!" Among the layers of corpses, the last Hassan soldier trembled and raised his gun in his hand and fired a flurry of fire.

"I don't know, I just know that she is quite rich, and it seems that she can live an easy and happy life even without the money of the special operations team. Gu Lichuan waved his hand, recalling the pocket money she described when she first met Yinglan and the house that Yinglan bought when she lived in later, and made such an evaluation.

Mu Yi nodded: "You're right, the Ying Lan family is not only rich, but also ......"

When the smoke cleared, the soldier threw away his gun and drew his dagger.

"Don't waste your efforts," walked on the opposite side, led by a handsome and cold young man, wearing a black cloak, with a hint of dark blue shining in his dark hair, "Your weapons and combat skills are all from us, and if you continue to persevere, it will only kill yourself." ”

Behind him, a group of similarly dressed people stood silently.

"Moreover, her family has a powerful power that you can't imagine," the white fox took over Mu Yi's words, "The world's largest arms company, the second miss of 'Wuming', this is Ying Lan's true identity." ”

"What?!" Hearing the white fox's words, Gu Lichuan straightened up and sat up.

"We're looking for your leader," said the young man under the cloak, calmly walking up to the soldier, speaking fluent Middle Eastern languages, "you just need to tell us where Hassan Sharif is." ”

The soldier's hand holding the knife trembled, and his Adam's apple slid up and down uneasily.

"The 'Wuming' arms company has the world's top weapons research and development technology, and even the manufacture of some weapons in our special operations group was taken over by 'Wuming'. Mu Yi tapped the sniper rifle in his hand and said to Gu Lichuan.

Gu Lichuan puffed out his mouth with a sigh in his mouth, and quietly listened to the white fox and Mu Yi say a word.

"In addition, the 'Wuming' company, which has the strongest firepower, has formed its own powerful army as early as the beginning of its establishment, which may be an organization similar to our special operations group. The white fox looked ahead, his silver hair fluttering in the wind.

"And the most famous of them, and the one with the longest history, which has been passed down to the present day, is the strongest mercenary group formed by more than a dozen elites in the army - 'sanctions'," Mu Yi looked at Gu Lichuan, "It is probably similar to us who are selected from all the members of the special operations team to truly represent the special operations group." ”

"But," the white fox interjected, "they have killed far more people than we do." ”

Mu Yi nodded, and his expression became a little more solemn: "As long as you give a large sum of money, you can kill anyone, from a small beggar to a head of state, no one is spared." Moreover, as long as it is a 'sanction' appearance, the failure rate is zero. ”

"Ling Han, where are we going next?" Behind the black-haired young man, an inquiring voice sounded.

The young man turned his head with a blank expression: "Keep going." ”

"Can you find that Sharif?"

"Yes. ”

"I heard that it's not just us, even the special operations team is looking for that guy. ”

"Yes. ”

"Then will we meet Second Miss?"

Hearing this, Ling Han's expression seemed to change subtly. He thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes. ”

A dozen people in cloaks continued to move forward, like a dark shadow sweeping across the vast desert. Behind them were thousands of Hassan soldiers who had lost their lives. The soldier who had just drawn his sword stood particularly conspicuously in the middle of the pile of corpses, and after a long time, he slowly fell down and fell heavily to the ground.