Stretching her body as far as she could, her back and legs all pressed against the wall, Yan Qing hid herself inside the deep alley. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, it was the thirteenth hour after Yan Qing's identity was revealed and he was attacked, and it was already completely dark, and he ran into a dead end in a panic.

The metal earrings in his left ear exuded a little coolness in the night breeze, and his left ear, which had been strengthened by the figurines, moved, and the subtle and rhythmic sound was vaguely transmitted in the distance.

Yan Qing closed his eyes, feeling the man's breath and footsteps, he tried his best to stop his breathing, and even his heart rate dropped to the limit, hoping to have a chance to escape and ascend to heaven.

But Yan Qing clearly understands how slim and unrealistic this opportunity is, he is not a short-sighted person, and he has seen all kinds of perverts and non-human existences in the Black Mask Mercenary Group, but no one will make Yan Qing feel so cold and invincible.

A day ago, Yan Qing, who was the Minister of Black Mask Intelligence, was still in high spirits, leaning against the big tree of Black Mask, coupled with his own ability, there was a sense of illusory expansion that could be obtained in the sky and on the ground.

When he ordered his subordinates and took two mercenaries who were extraordinary and well-known in the company to explore the culprit who secretly attacked the black mask, all of a sudden, he suffered an accident.

It was a short trip under the afterglow of the sunset, and Yan Qing and the others followed the traces to an ordinary ordinary hotel.

Yan Qing scattered in all directions, hiding in the crowd, pretending to be a casual pedestrian, reading or walking or reading the newspaper or contemplating, but was discovered by the keen opponent one step in advance, and in turn fought his way out of the encirclement.

That person was so decisive and so fast, and by the time Yan Qing reacted, he had already put down two of Yan Qing's men.

When Yan Qing locked the other party's position with the help of the sound and looked over, the guy in milky white pajamas was quietly covering the mouth of one of his subordinates from behind, and the other hand was holding a toothbrush and stabbing the opponent's trachea cleanly. He moved so stealthily and quickly that he clinged to the intelligence officer's hands so tightly that the subordinate could not utter the slightest cry until death.

After doing this, the man seemed to want to drag the body to a hidden place, in fact, the first body he had murdered had already been silently disposed of in this way.

But he raised his head and found that Yan Qing, who was wearing a headset, was looking at him with a surprised face, so he was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his scalp with the tip of his rough middle finger, as if he was distressed and confused.

The man didn't know about Fei Gu Yinsui's existence, so it was a little difficult to understand the speed of his exposure, but after thinking about it for a long time, he simply swaggered towards Yan Qing, as if he was planning to use it.

At this time, the last intelligence officer and two other mercenaries also discovered the situation here and were trying their best to get closer to this side.

In the evening of the sea and sky, there are red fiery clouds like horses and fish hanging peacefully in the corners of the sky, and the red sun at sunset emits the last bit of orange-red residual heat, illuminating the whole earth hazy.

Suddenly, a few muffled sounds startled the birds returning to their nests in the woods, the sound of a mechanical gun with a muffler mounted on it.

The gunshots rang out several times in succession, and the small crackling sounds of 'poof', 'poof', 'poof', and 'poof' flowed through the thin air in all directions.

At the same time, looking down from the sky, the man in the white nightgown was dragging the head of a man with his back to the sky with one hand and slamming it into the edges of the garden.

The man in ordinary office clothes was carried off the ground by the huge force of the man in the nightgown, and his chest and lower limbs flew up like rags by the force from his head, and collided with the hard edges of the flower bed.

Blood bloomed coldly on the fingertips of the man in the nightgown, and he grabbed the black masked mercenary's hair with his hand and slammed it into the flower bed again.

There was a muffled thumping sound, several times in a row, and the man with his hand covered in blood finally let go of his palm and straightened up.

The hot blood dripped down the ground along the arc of the man's fingertips, but the tone was intense, but it gave people a cold visual impact.

At his feet, the majestic black-masked mercenary was dead, and the man pouted and spat out, combed his hair with a bloody palm, and kicked the gun away from the man's hand.

Rewind the clock to two minutes ago.

When the man in the white pajamas took care of the second intelligence officer, the remaining two trained black masked mercenaries and the last intelligence officer immediately came from the surrounding hiding location.

The man in the white robe and pajamas quickened his pace and strode closer towards Yan Qing. The latter retreated and moved closer to one of the mercenaries closest to him, and then the mercenary hiding in the blind corner behind the man took out a pistol equipped with a muffler and pulled the trigger without hesitation......

Time begins to divide here, and a second later, the picture flashes four times like a fast-forward disc with electric flint, and then the figure of the white-robed man flashes around in the picture, like a broken magnetic stripe in the disc, and when it is played on a CD, the figure is blurred, and suddenly there is a black mask in front of the mercenary with a gun.

The mercenary in the black mask has experienced a hundred battles, and although he was approached by the man's strange posture and dazzling steps, he forcibly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and pressed the trigger with his fingers, and was about to pull it.

But the man in the white robe moved faster, he calculated the timing, and the moment the mercenary fired, he opened the barrel of the gun containing huge kinetic energy.

With a bang, the bullet came out of the chamber and exploded. The man stood on tiptoe and, like a ballet dancer, followed the curve of the mercenary's outstretched arms, and softened into the latter's chest.

This gentle and effeminate scene contains infinite murderous intent, the man who curled up into a ball, after crashing into the chest of the tall mercenary, suddenly stretched his body like a swollen sponge.

But when this sponge swelled and swelled, the hands and feet tightly locked the mercenary's limbs, and his body looked weak and boneless, but it was full of strength between the vain expansion, so that the mercenary's body locked by the arms and soles of the feet was torn apart by this huge force.

The dead mercenary's sternum was torn apart, and a huge amount of blood was spraying from his chest like a shower. Scarlet blood rain sprayed all over the man's body, and the man smashed his mouth, and the red marks on the milky white nightgown fainted into a circle of obvious red spots.

The dead corpse slowly collapsed like a soft cuttlefish, and the man turned around and grabbed an arm that had been torn out of the human body with his left and right hands, and smiled.

At this time, most of his body was already stained with blood, and his image was terrifying. Yan Qing looked over from a distance, and the man's fair face was half ruddy and half gorgeous, as if he had accidentally been brushed off one side of his face by red paint.

It's a long story, but it only happened in five or six minutes.

Yan Qing saw that person was walking around and killed three people in an instant, and he already realized that the remaining manpower on his side was definitely not his opponent, he was barely a middle and high-level person in the black mask, and he knew a little bit about many confidential things.

"The ...... of the Competent"

He muttered to himself, but his body began to retreat backwards.

The remaining mercenaries stopped on the road with their guns, and the remaining intelligence officer was a little behind, on the second step of the team, just stuck between Yan Qing and the mercenaries.

Although he didn't understand the identity of the white-robed man's ability as clearly as Yan Qing, the mercenary in the black mask had been on the battlefield for a long time, and he was originally an outlaw, and he also felt the fierce force field of the person who came with his intuition.

The intense sense of oppression emanating from the man's body pressed everyone present, and he hooked his eyes like a dangerous eagle looking down on his prey.

A huge sense of threat rippled in the depths of his mind, and the intelligence expert, who was a civilian officer, was already trembling and unsteady on his feet.

But the more this time, the more unable to escape, which will let their backs leak under the enemy's firepower, and many soldiers are defeated like this, which is the way to self-destruction.

The mercenaries and intelligence officers in the black mask knew this, and they were facing the coming, step by step, and retreated in small organized steps.

However, such a superb and meticulous performance did not make Yan Qing's eyes shine at all, he guessed the identity of the other party's ability, and knew that it was impossible for his people to block the other party, and they could only increase the casualties.

After understanding this, taking advantage of the mercenary and the other person's barrier, Yan Qing turned around and ran away without hesitation. He is the highest-ranking person here, and his role in the company is huge, and he is the first person in the protection of this mission. In extreme cases, it is forgivable to abandon a teammate to survive alone.

It's just that he escaped for more than ten hours, and after the other party solved the remaining mercenaries and intelligence officers, he still had leisure to accompany him to slowly consume.

Yan Qing relied on the power of Fei Gu Yinsui to turn the tide many times, and as soon as she heard the wind and grass, she immediately ran in the opposite direction, and fell into a desperate situation several times, and finally came to light.

But this time, Yan Qing really fell into a dead end.

He curled up, his flesh and limbs against the wall, leaning against the shadows of the alley, trying not to be too conspicuous. Under the tremendous pressure of life and death, he even prayed, hoping that at this moment, time would slow down a little, and it would be good to delay the footsteps of the person walking into the alley.

But time will not stop for a mortal for even a second, the footsteps of the white-robed man came from far and near, and finally stopped at the entrance of the alley, more than ten meters away from Yan Qing.

"Minister Yan, are you in there?"