A string of dense gunshots rang out, and Li Mowu was like a nimble loach that could dodge the bullets flying everywhere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Qiu Yan frowned slightly, because he found that Li Mowu's breath frequency had disappeared. It wasn't that Li Mowu was dead, on the contrary, the dense strafing just now didn't hit him at all. The thought moved slightly, and Qiu Yan turned over and jumped off the container without hesitation. However, just as he jumped, several faint sounds sounded somewhere in the darkness.

'Chirp' is a silencer gun. Any sound in the darkness was fatal, and almost at the same time, Qiu Yan made a blind sweep towards the spot where the gunfire had hit. Two muffled snorts sounded one after another, the first was from Qiu Yan, and the second was from Li Mowu.

Qiu Yan was in mid-air and couldn't dodge at all, so he was hit by a bullet in the thigh. Fortunately, the distance between the two was relatively long, the range was limited, and the wound was not fatal. And Li Mowu didn't expect Qiu Yan's reaction to be so fast, and he was secretly speechless.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, Qiu Yan quickly jumped behind a pile of debris and said softly. "Tie?"

Li Mowu's voice was a little hurried, and he said in a deep voice. "Sort of. ”

"Where did you hurt?" Qiu Yan was silent for a moment.

"Right chest, what about you?" Li Mowu thought for a moment.

"Thighs. ”

At the same time, suddenly a sound of metal colliding came, and Li Mowu followed the sound and slid his eyes. 'Bang!' A flash of daylight in front of him stung his eyes, Li Mowu subconsciously closed his eyes, and soon realized that something was wrong. Almost without thinking about it, he threw the sniper rifle in his hand and drew the dagger as fast as he could.

The moment Qiu Yan was blocked by the sniper rifle, his movements slowed down by half a beat, and when he aimed Ji He at Li Mowu's neck, the opponent's dagger also reached his chest.

Neither of them moved, and their four eyes met silently.

Li Mowu was protected by night vision equipment, so his eyesight quickly recovered. Although Qiu Yan avoided his body, the sudden flash of light in the dark was more or less affected.

Li Mowu smiled bitterly. "Is this a tie?"

Qiu Yan said lightly. "Forget it. ”

At this time, there was a sound of police cars honking outside.

Li Mowu was stunned for a moment, first took back the dagger, spread out his palm, and said helplessly. "It's a good time. ”

Qiu Yan put away Ji He at the same time and asked. "Not going on?"

"How do you continue? Is it going to make headlines in the major newspapers tomorrow?"

With that, the main door of the warehouse was kicked open, and a large group of police officers rushed in with flashing guns and lights, shouting at the empty warehouse. "Don't move, lay down your weapons!"

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The moonlight is like ink, illuminating the path in the forest. Qiu Yan stood silently among the mountain shadows, and even the rough sea was reflected a little ink. There were still traces of blood on the ground, but there was a figure in the distance that was getting farther and farther away, gradually blending into the darkness.

Qiu Yan walked down the mountain road behind the barn, except for the blood stains on his body, his expression had completely returned to calm, and it seemed that the life and death he had just experienced were as if they had never happened to him, and there was no trace left.

After receiving Zhang Yanfeng's call, Qiu Yan realized that after Li Mowu and himself entered the warehouse, Chen Yao immediately called the police, and then gunshots rang out from time to time in the warehouse, which made her frightened. After making an appointment with the assembly place, Qiu Yan set off and turned back non-stop, the night was like water, the darkness was like the tide, the thatched hut hidden under the mountain looked particularly lonely, and the stream between the mountains on the side flowed slowly. He looked down at his shirt and pants, covered in dust and undried blood, and the wound on his thigh showed faint signs of infection.

Qiu Yan stood at the door of the thatched hut, stretched out his hand to push the door, the wooden door creaked open, and the cold wind seemed to draw a circle behind him, making a 'whine' sound blowing.

He took a half-step into the room, pausing at the threshold, squinting in the darkness for something to treat the wound. Qiu Yan stood quietly for a moment, raised his gaze slightly, and glanced in the direction of his head, a sense of tranquility. Not to mention the dry grass stems and leaves, not even a speck of dust.

In the darkness, Qiu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

A terrible cold wind blew, like a night ghost howling, with a bone-chilling chill. The dark night fluctuated like a tide, the mountains and forests were dark, and the haze spread with the darkness, wafting around the grass huts, like a microwave rippling stream on the side, flowing silently. Before you know it, the darkness behind you is as thick as ink, and it is gradually approaching. In the sound of the wind, there seemed to be a subtle abnormal sound, mixed with the night.

Qiu Yan, who was originally standing in the calm of the thatched hut and even a little lazy, suddenly turned over, and actually threw himself directly into the mountain forest behind the thatched hut. In an instant, a burst of shouts sounded in vain, and in an instant, more than a dozen vague shadows appeared in the originally silent night, rushing from all directions. The cold light pierced the deep dark tide, refracting a terrifying sharpness, and stabbed Qiu Yan's back, but in that dangerous gap, Qiu Yan had already rushed into the forest first.

There was a burst of shouting in the woods, metal clashing, cold light shining one after another, and soon someone snorted and snorted, and in the black shadows, blood splashed.

Outside the forest, the black shadows that were more than enough did not hesitate, and all rushed into this mountain forest in one go, with a murderous aura as strong as a mountain, and even this mountain forest seemed to be stained with the smell of blood.

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"Why hasn't Brother Qiu Yan come yet? No..."Hu was stopped by Zhang Yanfeng's fierce eyes before he finished speaking.

Chen Yao muttered under her thick black eyebrows, her eyes were like soft moonlight but slightly melancholy like green smoke. "Brother Qiuyan..."

Zhang Yanfeng, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at the aisle between the lines with anxiety on his face, and wandered in place. Not long after, at the end of the darkness, a shadow appeared in the shadows. After careful debate, Zhang Yanfeng's deep eyes added a touch of joy. "Stinky boy!"

Qiu Yan looked very bad at this moment, his face was bigger than usual, and there were traces of bruises and purples everywhere, as if he had been beaten hard, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, leaving blood. But compared to his body, these seem to be insignificant.

On Qiu Yan's body, there were no less than five or six wounds just inch deep, crisscrossed and engraved on his chest, including the back, which was also a blur of flesh and blood, and his clothes were in tatters, and it seemed that it was difficult to find a complete piece of skin.

"Stinks .. Stinky boy..."Zhang Yanfeng ran to Qiu Yan in a hurry, speechless by the scene in front of him. Only one step away, Qiu Yan collapsed with a bang, and under him, the blood gathered into a pool of blood, which seemed to be slowly seeping into the ground.

At this moment, Qiu Yan seemed to be dying, lying weakly on the cold ground, except for the ups and downs in his chest, only his eyes were barely supported. Qiu Yan's distracted eyes flickered, he felt that someone had encircled him in his arms, his ears were full of buzzing and deafening sounds, he raised his head, and actually smiled at the man, although the muscles on his face twitched and trembled when he laughed, and then gradually closed his eyes.