Realizing this, Leng Ji felt that her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the pistol shook with the movements of her hands, faintly, cold sweat passed coldly across her forehead, leaving only a little reflective water trace. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Leng Ji's face still had the same smile on his face as before, and I don't know if the hunter could see the panic under this smile.

Through the sun, in the cold season, his bloody and blurred wounds can be seen under the red clothes, and the breeze from nowhere faintly blows the clothes stuck to the skin, and the depth of the wounds can be vaguely seen under the red.

The muscles scorched by the bullet began to blacken, revealing white ribs mixed with blood spilling a little bit, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more obvious. It was clear from the cold season that the bullet had only slashed through his chest and had not injured the internal organs.

Pretending to squint calmly, looking at the person in front of him who was walking steadily, his sharp eyes full of hatred, Leng Ji understood a little but didn't quite understand, he killed his two partners and injured him, how did he overcome the pain and run over.

The hunter's expression was caught in the hunter's eyes as he looked at the woman in front of him, and although there were only slight changes, he still saw it clearly.

"Hmph. He looked at the eyes that began to flicker in the cold season, and her little stiff smile, and suddenly had a bottom in his heart, looking at the cold season in front of him, he snorted coldly.

It was the same metal, but the length of the barrel was different, and Leng Ji only now noticed that the gun in his hand was not quite the same as the one he had scavenged from the medical bureau, but it was extremely similar.

He took his index finger out of the trigger, and the long-term use of the firearm made the battle-hardened hunter's index finger feel out of the callus, and looking at him in the cold season, his index finger was infinitely enlarged in his own eyes.

It was only then that the cold season reacted, and he did not open the insurance from the beginning.

She knew she was going to shoot him to stop him.

His trembling hands shook unobediently, and in the cold season, he saw through the barrel of the gun the hunter's black hat constantly deforming in front of the shaking gun.

She didn't dare to start, and the more she tried to concentrate in the face of the gun, the more she trembled. With such a shake, coupled with recoil, she also knew that she would not be able to hit at all.

Leng Ji couldn't imagine where the next bullet would pass through her body if she didn't hit this shot.

The more worried I was, the more I didn't dare to shoot in the cold season.

The smile on the hunter's face grew even stronger, as if he had already seen through this, and the finger unhurriedly, with a gentle push of the safety device above the pistol, unlocked the firing pin.

Leng Ji's heart thumped violently with his push.

It's over, and in an instant, the word flashes through the mind of the cold season.

The hand was still shaking uncontrollably, but there was still nothing to be done in the cold season, and the brain was desperately trying to convey the command to shoot to the fingers, but his right hand was still shaking.

Gritting his teeth, of course, the smile just now is gone, and there are only closed eyes and still shaking hands in the cold season.

The next moment, the cold season felt again. Sure enough, I am not suitable for such a high-tech thing.

After thinking about it, I can't manage so much in the cold season, and my teeth unconsciously bite my lip. The hand is still shaking, and in that case, it is better not to look at the target in front of you. Immediately press your fingers on the gusset and exert force.

"Bang".

It is not known whose bullet flew out of the muzzle of the gun and through layers of air.

Voices echoed around the narrow streets, between the two walls.

He touched the sturdy trigger under his index finger, but before he could press it, he shook his arm, and the expected bullet passed through his body.

Open your eyes.

In front of him, a tall male corpse was lying on the ground, and on the temples on both sides, two black holes were bubbling with blood.

This time, not only the clothes on the chest, but also the granite-paved floor were filled with bright red liquid in every crevice.

Shaking his lips and blinking, he looked at the two holes on the hunter's temples in the cold season, and judged the direction of the bullet very old-fashionedly.

After a pause, Leng Ji withdrew his nervous expression, calmed down, and looked to his left hand.

In another deserted alley, near it, a creeper stood there.

The blood of the hunter is like an endless spring, with no sign of drying up, gushing out one after another, and spreading rapidly on the earth.

Squinting, Leng Ji noticed the window on the second floor at a glance, the sunlight was faintly reflected on the cracked glass, and the pitch-black bullet port swallowed everything like a black hole, but it was conspicuously placed in the sunlight.

The muzzle of the gun was immediately aimed at the glass of the window, a street and a distance of one floor, and Leng Ji knew in his heart that in this position, even if he fired, it would have no effect.

Keeping this just standing in place for a while, a seemingly familiar figure slowly walked down from the dilapidated building, against the light, and the cold season was a little difficult to see the appearance of the person in front of him.

After another pause, he walked closer and closer, and with the help of the sun, the cold season finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

Well-developed muscles are all over his body, and his naturally fierce gaze stares fiercely at the cold season, and his hideous face and bare scars make him feel like a fierce person.

Familiar appearance, Leng Ji paused, and then he could be regarded as reacting, isn't this big man in front of him, Wang Chuan's subordinate......

His arm froze in mid-air, holding the gun so hard that he didn't dare to put it down. Looking up, I looked at the muzzle of the window, and then at the sturdy man below, and for a while, the cold season became confused again.

Raised his hand, with an unkind gaze, he made a movement to walk upstairs in the cold season.

Paused vigilantly, the cold season didn't move, just moved his gaze up a little, staring at the broken glass on the second floor.

A figure slowly approached the windowsill from the house, and after looking at it a few times in the cold season, he realized that the tall and thin figure by the window was the son of his old acquaintance.

Wang Chuan?

How could he be here......

Blinked, Leng Ji didn't understand it a little, thought about it, but put down the gun in his hand and looked at the big man in front of him.

Again, the big man raised his hand and motioned for her to step up.

Frowning, Leng Ji hesitated, looking at Wang Chuan, who was like a mysterious person in front of him, Leng Ji really had no interest in exploring why he was here.

No matter how he pretends, as long as,

It's good if it doesn't affect yourself.

After thinking about it, Leng Ji put the pistol safety back on, put it back in his coat, touched the dagger he was familiar with, and was about to leave.

Turning his head, another huge body blocked his way.