The palms of his hands are sweating, and although the movements of the body in front of him are getting smaller and smaller, it may be because his strength is not too big, and he still feels like he is about to lose his grip on the man in front of him, to be precise, the corpse in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know where I got my attention in the cold season, but I can still notice the beads of sweat coming out of my palms, shouldn't I be concentrating on watching out for that man at this time......

I thought so in my heart, but I actually knew that this little time was enough.

As long as you can use the corpse to block his first shot, and then quickly approach him while he is in the middle of the gun, and then use the dagger in his sleeve to give him a fatal wound, probably, it will be solved.

Thinking so in his heart, the steps on his feet were also quietly moving, moving in the direction of getting closer and closer to him, Leng Ji looked at him with a fierce and vigilant gaze, dragging the corpse of his companion without care, and in his eyes like looking at the enemy, he did not mind hiding his whole person under the man's body, and did not give him a chance to shoot himself at all.

I feel like I'm stupid, hiding behind a man's body for so long in the cold season, and finally starting to notice a little.

The man's struggle in front of him became more and more slight, and the man's eyes became more and more sharp, and Leng Ji looked at him with hatred through the blood in his eyes.

The man's hand was no longer able to stand up, and the blood flowing from his throat was like a faucet that could not be turned off, spurting out of his body with strong water pressure, and suddenly covering the eyes of the cold season, and the cold season subconsciously looked away, and glanced at the tiles on the ground, the red on the gray tiles was equally terrifying, and then looked back, and the cold season realized that the man's face had already been stained with blood.

The people under his hands were silent, even the slightest struggle disappeared, blood flowed down his neck, and there was a coldness in his left hand, and after a moment of cold luck, he immediately realized that his palm was stained with blood again.

The man no longer struggled, and the man saw the blood gushing from his neck for a moment, and his eyes could vaguely see the whites of the man's eyes rolling up through the red.

The whole person was stunned, he saw the situation of the man before his death, and he didn't fall at all, and he kept holding the man's body to cover himself in the cold season, so the man was always facing the man, looking at his twitching face, kicking up his feet, and the blood that kept coming out of his throat, until finally, he couldn't see the black pupils in his eyes.

Finally, dead......

Leng Ji's mind has been on the man, seeing his stiff expression, seeing his slightly trembling fingers, seeing the disbelief in his eyes, she noticed his strange appearance, noticed that he was stunned for a moment, Leng Ji paused in her heart and immediately realized.

Your chance has come.

Only two or three steps away from him, Leng Ji made a gesture in his heart, and immediately changed his original plan, touched his head with his left hand along the man's corpse, squinted, and found the focus point by feeling, and then looked up, and saw the man's face, the blood splashed under his eyes little by little, with his angry eyes, Leng Ji didn't know where to give birth to a sense of fear.

It's just that the cold season knows that he won't stop because of this.

Holding the man's back, rubbing the spine under his flesh, he can feel the existence of this hard bone under his hand, and use the strength of his whole body to his left hand, and touch the bone under his hand in the cold season, which is exactly the joint between the two bones, and the fingers can clearly feel the slightly concave skin texture.

The fingers were slightly bent, forced, gathered the strength on the fingertips, and pushed hard, pushing the man's body in the direction of the man.

Leng Ji stood in place, coldly watching the man's reflection enlarge in the man's pupils, but he still stood in place in a daze, forgetting to dodge, and the dull expression on his face seemed to explain his hesitation.

He's dead, isn't he?

Leng Ji looked at his face coldly, looked at his expression in his eyes without leaking at all, and asked coldly in his heart.

I couldn't see what the expression was on my face, but unconsciously, I felt that my eyes were a little sore, I blinked, my right wrist had been turned, and I held the dagger firmly in my palm with a backhand, and the movements on my feet did not stop.

The corpse fell on the man's body, the man subconsciously caught the corpse of his companion, the figure of death was deeply imprinted in his pupils, and the cold season could clearly be seen from his side, the surging blood was left on the man's body, lifeless red, and it looked lifeless in this environment with only a faint light.

Through the tight shirt, his clear waistline can be seen in the cold season, and the muscles in his abdomen are clearly displayed in the shirt under the action of his sweat. Licking his lips, the dagger was aimed at the muscles on the right side of his waist, and when he took another step, he could see the part of his lower back in the cold season, and the curves of the muscles on both sides were the same.

The head of the dagger was raised slightly, and the slightly shiny tip of the blade was aimed at his right waist, and the moment he squinted, ready to stab hard, Leng Ji noticed that the man's hand holding the gun, the index finger stuck in the trigger, moved slightly.

Not good......

Leng Ji immediately realized that he, like himself, was waiting for the other party to reveal his flaws.

Continue to poke past or immediately retreat These two options popped up in Leng Ji's head, and before he had time to think about it, he didn't have time to think about it, the movements in his hand were one step faster than his head, and Leng Ji rushed behind him with an arrow step.

The front voice came from his ears, and Leng Ji didn't have time to tell that he was shooting that way, only the blade in front of him in his eyes, getting closer and closer to the man's white shirt, and Leng Ji heard his own heartbeat.

There was no expected pain, and there was no feeling of being shot, and with the sound of the cold season's fluttering heartbeat, the dagger went straight into the man's waist, and under the faint light, the blood gushing out of the waistline was the shirt in an instant.

"Ah......" The piercing cry came from the man's throat, and the fingers holding the dagger in the cold season trembled when he heard it, but he didn't stop, holding the dagger tightly, like dealing with the first man, the cold season followed the stabbed wound, and went down, and a bloody trace was cut alive by the dagger on the man's waist in the cold season.

Before he could utter a shout, the sound was replaced by a terrible pain in his lower back, and the man's gaping mouth, like his recently dead companion, was filled with only air flowing, but no sound could be heard.

Hearing the change in the man's shout, Leng Ji finally knew, and turned his wrist, the dagger in his hand churned under the man's skin with her movements.

The man's exhaled air distorted with her movements, and even if there was no sound, listening to the rotation of his air current, Leng Ji could guess his current hideous condition.

The cold temperature from the dagger calmed down the inner uneasiness a little, and Leng Ji knew that he had won.

Turning his head to look at the ground, there was a black bullet hole in the tile on the ground next to his feet, as if it was still smoking.