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Raising his head slightly, Leng Ji's eyes narrowed, and the vision in his eyes was fixed on the black shadow that came out from behind the tree, the sturdy figure, the outline of its arm could be seen in the dark night, the muscles were concave and convex in the dark, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the object in his hand that reflected the moonlight.

Sure enough, guns.

The fingers were slightly bent, and Leng Ji saw his small movements in his eyes, the cocoon on his fingers touched the metal trigger, watching his skillful movements, he pulled the safety away like a cloud, and the other hand naturally pressed on the trigger, and in the next moment, Leng Ji knew that he was going to shoot.

I still plan to go to him, and now it seems that I have saved some trouble.

Two steps, no need to look back, took a step with her left foot, the gunfire rang out with her movements, and the wind rolled up by the bullet instantly grazed her eyes, and she didn't have time to react in the cold season, only feeling that she subconsciously took a step back along the bullet.

The body retreated back to the trunk of the tree, and through the cover of the trunk, the bullet landed steadily into the trunk of the tree.

There were a few silver hairs floating in the air, and the cold season only noticed that his hair was slid by the bullet, and his body unconsciously leaned against the trunk of the tree, and his left hand touched his hair, paused, and his fingers touched the smooth hair, and it was cold for a while.

The branches and leaves shook violently again, and the leaves fell from the sky one after another, and one came back to his senses, his eyes blinked, and the cold season was also opened.

It was pitch black behind the muzzle of the gun pointed at the trunk, and in the cold season only a section of the trunk could be seen bare in the courtyard.

The figure of the big man flashed from the shadow of the tree, Leng Ji saw him hide sideways behind the trunk, but the small book could not hide his strong body at all, he should also know his funny appearance, but there is no way to regret it, think about it, he also knows that Leng Ji will definitely fight back, he can only try his best to open the insurance before her, and then, try to shrink his body behind the trunk.

Seeing the movements of his hands, Leng Ji understood that there was a race against time between the two of them, but she also knew her own skills, two or three steps away, the gun basically didn't hit anyone, not to mention that the big man still had the intention to dodge, and only showed his arm that he couldn't hide behind the trunk, helplessly, Leng Ji also knew that he couldn't solve him with one shot.

He was still holding a dagger in his left hand, and he raised the gun with his right hand, afraid that the trajectory would not be stable enough, so he specially held the handle of the gun below with his left hand in the cold season.

The eyes were focused on the movements of his fingers, and he noticed that he had also pulled the safe, and his fingers trembled a little, and before his brain could send a signal, his body fired uncontrollably first.

Really.

Leng Ji subconsciously closed his eyes, took a step back uncontrollably because of the recoil on his feet, and the bullet came out of the muzzle of the gun, and he didn't know where it went, making a dull impact sound. You don't have to open your eyes to guess that you definitely didn't shoot.

The next second, looking at the past, with the faint moonlight, the cracked soil of the big man was broken by a fast-hitting bullet, the cold moonlight shone on the big man's pistol, the black metal reflected back a little brightness, and the muzzle didn't know when it was aimed at his direction.

A frown, the movement of the body precedes the reaction in the brain, the conditioned reflex is general, the body in the cold season is biased to the left, the body is hidden back in the trunk, the feet are staggered, and the cold season has not had time to stand firmly, and the whole person has already jumped on the ground.

Bullets flew over her head, and in the cold season, she could even hear the sound of the wind fluttering in her ears, and the fallen white hair fluttered lightly in the air, and the summer breeze blowing from the door disrupted their rhythm at once, and before they could fall to the ground, they drifted farther with the summer wind.

Got up, Leng Ji didn't have time to look at the torn hat on his head, the hands supporting the ground were forced, his legs were bent, and Leng Ji stood up again.

There are three more shots.

Leng Ji gritted his teeth, touched the dagger in the palm of his hand with his left hand, and silently said to himself in his heart that as long as he knocked out all the bullets in his hand, then the next thing was his chance.

In the cold season, I began to hate my poor marksmanship, if there was that kind of marksmanship, it is estimated that this battle would be over in the morning.

The left hand once again opened the safety of the pistol, and Leng Ji did not hide the dagger he was holding in his hand, and the slightly red knife surface on it reflected the moonlight into the eyes of the big man.

It was the blood of his men.

Again, before he had time to dodge, Leng Ji fired another shot in his direction, and the bullet drew a perfect diagonal line in the air, and Leng Ji, who had been prepared in his heart, no longer retreated because of recoil, and his eyes did not close because of the loud sound of the pistol, and after a second, his left hand touched the safety on the top of the pistol, and with a pull, he aimed it at the big man.

Leng Ji watched as Dahan dodged the bullets that had already been shot crookedly with smooth movements, and he couldn't even cut his clothes.

Before it was over, Leng Ji comforted himself and said, his index finger pressed the trigger again, and before the big man could send another attack from behind the trunk, Leng Ji took a step ahead of him and suppressed the fire again on him.

Another shot, this time before the big man could fully react, the bullet grazed his face, the winding wind disturbed the ends of his hair, his pupils unconsciously dilated, and the sight of the bullet flying was reflected in his eyes. It was just a little bit before the cold season could send a bullet into his eye.

His face sank, and the big man's reaction was much faster than Cold Season had imagined, and he jumped out from behind the trunk of the tree as the bullet flew through the back of his head, ignoring the danger of being exposed to the muzzle, his arm pointed straight in the direction of Cold Season, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Cold Season in the dark.

Leaning to the left, the only reliable thing around him now in the cold season is the large banyan tree with a wide trunk next to it.

Before he fired, Leng Ji thought that as long as he dodged this bullet, he would be forced to shoot again...... You can go back to the familiar melee combat.

When the time comes, who loses and who wins, the cold season has a rough idea in mind.

In order to avoid the cold season, he gave up the possibility of firing three shots in a row, leaving only half of his body exposed outside the tree trunk to observe the movements of the big man, who jumped lightly forward in the cold season's defensive eyes, and the muzzle of the gun was closer to her.

The stunned eyes, his movements were beyond Leng Ji's expectations, looking at the muzzle that was getting closer and closer to the black, his mind was blank for a moment, and Leng Ji couldn't judge whether he was going to shoot next or continue to approach him.

The original plan was interrupted by his unexpected action, and when his finger pressed the trigger, the cold season was still in a panic.

Gunshots rang out.

The fifth bullet of the big man flew out of the muzzle.