What a hassle...... Gritting his teeth, his lips wrinkled slightly, the gun in the big man's hand trembled, and the chill from the barrel made him can't help but get goosebumps. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Dahan paused, he had never tried it, and the gun in his hand brought him such a strong sense of crisis.

Since this is the case, I can't help but guard against it.

In the dark street, Jay's blood was still oxidizing unscrupulously in the air, and the pale moonlight shone on it little by little, and the color of the blood darkened little by little under the nose of the cold season, solidified, dried up and stood firmly on the ground.

Leng Ji was about to walk out of the door of the house, but for some reason he still wanted to look back, blood flowers came out of the wound, forming a beautiful shape, Leng Ji bent down slightly, lowered his head, and saw through the exposed few hairs The burn marks on the bullet port on the corpse were covered by blood, and the tiny black was on the periphery of the wound, which was the scorch mark caused by the bullet passing through the skin, and at this time, if you looked closely, you could also see the gray floor tiles under the body.

His blood seeped to the ground, his wide body blocked the bullet holes in the ground, and Leng Ji kicked him in the thigh slightly with his foot, and his body moved to the left, and he could see that the bullet hole that broke the tile was in the center of the crack.

It's a dangerous thing.

In the cold season, I couldn't help but hug the coat in my hand, the guns collided in the pockets inside, and the metal without temperature collided with each other, and the sound was thickly covered by the coat, turning into a smiling and dull sound.

It's obviously such a lethal thing...... But he won't use it well, and it's really a waste for this gun to fall into his own hands.

Although I think so, the cold season is not stupid enough to throw away the gun that was hard to get his hands on, and he deviates his head, except for saying that he has a headache about this problem, the cold season has no more thoughts.

Thinking of Yi inexplicably, Leng Ji touched his coat, remembering that he always seemed to have a gun in his hand, and the black metal pistol he was holding was somewhat similar to the one in his hand.

I don't seem to have seen him shoot off, could it be that his marksmanship is very accurate?

frowned, just standing here thinking in the cold season, this kind of question can't be answered, it's half tangled, and the cold season simply doesn't bother with itself.

Anyway, he won't live long, and Leng Ji said to himself expressionlessly in his heart, why should he care about a dead person.

Looking back, Leng Ji looked along the dim bloodstains outside the courtyard, the long and dim road was hidden by the trees on both sides, and there was no end in sight, only Jie's bloodstains were still carved into the ground like a guide.

Will he come over on his own?

The leaves screeched with the wind, and Leng Ji stood in place for a while, hearing the occasional cicada chirping noisily echoing in his ears, and after waiting for a while, Leng Ji leaned against the door frame, holding a gun to this gloomy yard, tilting his head to look at the tree trunk in the dark, unable to see the lines only the general outline, and there was no figure, and there was no footsteps.

Alas......

Leng Ji sighed, put away the gun in his hand, and it seemed that he still had to go by himself.

Do you have to wait at the door of this house again?

As soon as this idea came out, it was vetoed by Leng Ji himself, and he couldn't tell why, Leng Ji seemed to have a premonition in his heart.

The rest of the man, their boss of the pile of corpses, will always be difficult to deal with.

"Tsk ......" gritted her teeth, Leng Ji stood up straight, the blood stains in front of her opened a slender road with no end in sight, maybe she went directly into the yard and shot directly, and had a "surprise" without warning.

It's just that in this case, it will disturb the old man in the courtyard.

Shaking his head, Leng Ji didn't think that old man was a good person. Thinking about it, Leng Ji moved and walked along the bloodstains, but she didn't walk in the middle of the road, didn't follow the blood, but walked to the side of the trees, leaning on the sparse trunks of the trees, covering her figure little by little.

I don't know why, Leng Ji always feels that it is not safe to walk in the middle, maybe it is because the dead Jie is unwilling to step on his blood himself?

Tilting his head, he touched his face with his right hand, the texture of flesh, and the dagger was hidden in his left hand, which was covered by Yi's thick coat.

Leng Ji didn't even want to take out her pistol, anyway, she couldn't shoot anyone. Obviously, I feel the feeling of being really alive from my hands in the cold season, perhaps, maybe it's really like this.

There seemed to be a sound of small footsteps in front of her, mixed with the sound of leaves thorning and stinging, Leng Ji thought she had heard it wrong, but the vigilant nerves subconsciously made her steps subconsciously pause.

The ears moved slightly, and the cold season did not continue to move forward, stopping behind the straight trunk of the tree, like a vigilant rabbit, shaking its ears, listening carefully to the small sounds that came from not far away.

Click.

Dahan stepped on the branch on the ground with one foot, and the crisp sound came from under his feet, mixed with the sound of the leaves pricking and prickly It was particularly obvious, frowning, Dahan looked around vigilantly, the sound of cicadas was restless, and Dahan heard his heart beating restlessly.

No one?

The big man looked around, there was no noise or echo except for the leaves, only the disturbed leaves answered his concerns.

There was no sound, but the big man still didn't dare to move, he stood in place, looking at the dark woods, looking at the trunks of the trees with only outlines, one black shadow after another, he couldn't tell where there was a figure, or whether there was anyone standing there.

Squinting, he didn't dare, he only dared to follow his little bit of gaze, the trunk, the trunk, the trunk.

The wind blew the leaves even louder, and Dahan comforted himself in his heart, no one should hear such a noisy environment.

To be precise, I didn't hear about it in the cold season.

There was nothing abnormal around him exhaled a little in his heart the big man relaxed his vigilance a little no one no one he said to himself in his heart.

With the gun in his hand, he was reluctant to let go at all, obviously feeling that there was no danger, but he still didn't dare to relax.

Is there really no danger? Even he himself is not convinced.

His teeth trembled, and he gritted his teeth, and was about to take another step.

Suddenly, Dahan saw an unnatural figure next to the tree trunk on the left.

Wrong?

Squinting, the man fixed his eyes and looked again, the dark shadow in that position just now had disappeared, replaced by only falling leaves.

Gripping the pistol tightly, he raised it, without hesitation, and raised it, unlike his subordinates, even if he knew that what he was seeing was an illusion, he would first think about the solution if it was true.

What would he do if it was really the cold season?

The corners of his mouth were the same, and the man smiled, pressed his index finger on the trigger, and pulled the safety open.

One second.

Pressed.