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Feng Jing suddenly shouted and pounced on Yao Qian.

As soon as Feng Jing's body leaned down, a bullet whizzed past his back beam and shot at the side tree trunk. Po, two, two bullets sink into the trees.

"Damn, it didn't hit." Two hundred meters away, a man in camouflage uniform was lying on the trunk of a tree, looking in the direction of Feng Jing through the M200 sniper binoculars set up in front of him. But at this time, I couldn't see Feng Jing and Yao Qian.

On the other side of the large olive tree, an AWP sniper rifle was erected, and behind the gun was a man in camouflage uniform. The man had already put down his sniper rifle, holding the binoculars on his chest, looking for Feng Jing and Yao Qian, ignoring his accomplices on another olive tree beside him. Obviously, his guns were lighter and easier to handle, so he also played the role of a scout.

At that moment just now, the two of them held their breath and pulled the trigger almost at the same time, the M200's warhead shot towards Feng Jing, and the AWP's warhead shot at Feng Jing. Obviously, they knew Feng Jing's abilities, as well as his weaknesses.

At that time, when Feng Jing saw the warhead rapidly sweeping in the distance, his brows immediately furrowed slightly, and a thin layer of air film appeared in front of him. He originally wanted to use this method to catch the warhead, but who knew that there was another one next to the warhead that was shot, and it flew towards Yao Qian.

Feng Jing didn't think much about it, and the situation didn't allow him to think about it more, he kicked his right foot back, his body was like lightning, and he rushed towards Yao Qian, who was two steps away from his side.

Although Feng Jing tried his best to control his speed, Yao Qian was still injured and fell to the ground by his impact.

Click, with a click, the sound of broken bones came from Yao Qian's arm.

Feng Jing hugged Yao Qian under him, frowned slightly, and disappeared beside the tree. In an instant, Feng Jing and Yao Qian appeared in the grass fifty meters away, still lying on Yao Qian's body.

Feng Jing looked around to make sure that the two snipers didn't find this place, so he looked face down, looked at Yao Qian under him, and said softly: "Sister, are you okay?" ”

Yao Qian's face was a little ugly, obviously she was very uncomfortable being pressed by Feng Jing, her back was on her back, and her head was held back.

"It looks like my hand is dislocated." Yao Qian under him looked at his right hand and said.

Feng Jing rolled down from under her, leaned sideways, pulled Yao Qian's wrist, touched it up, touched a high place, and whispered: "Here? ”

Yao Qian leaned sideways, nodded slightly, and grinned at the corners of her lips and was about to open her mouth to tell him not to worry, only to feel a chill on Feng Jing's hand, attached to the dislocated hand. After a while, there was no pain in the wrist.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

As soon as Yao Qian's words fell, there was a click, and the hand on her hand was pressed, and suddenly the high rise was smoothed, leaving a little redness and swelling.

However, during the whole process, Yao Qian did not feel any pain, but had a feeling of coolness.

"Let's see if it's better." Feng Jing said.

Yao Qian moved her wrist, the corners of her lips grinned, and said with a smile: "It's amazing." After saying that, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of Feng Jing's lips as a reward.

But at this time, Feng Jing was a little confused, her wrist was dislocated because of the stone that was pressed, and it broke under Feng Jing's too fast impact. He caused the wounds, so why should he be rewarded?

Perhaps in Feng Jing's heart, protecting Yao Qian has long become a responsibility, but failing to protect her has become a dereliction of duty. At this moment, he only had dereliction of duty in his heart, and he didn't think that he had saved her again.

"Stupid what? You're hurt, too. Looking at the stunned Feng Jing, Yao Qian worriedly touched his body to look for the injury.

"Sister." Feng Jing grabbed the hand that was groping on his body, looked at her seriously, and said, "I like you." ”

Yao Qian's body couldn't help but be stunned, raised her head, and looked at him equally seriously. After a while, she grinned as if she had just come to her senses, and said, "I like you too." With that, her big eyes blinked, and she leaned forward to put her arms around him.

Feng Jing was also very cooperative, rubbing his cheek against her cheek and tightening her body.

He confessed so seriously in this situation, she couldn't get used to it, and thought she was dreaming, and she was stunned.

She squeezed him tightly, blinking, tears wetting her eyes.

……

In the grasses on the mountainside opposite Azure Peak, two telescopes scanned back and forth where Feng Jing had disappeared, but they didn't find the figures of Feng Jing and Yao Qian, as if the person had disappeared without a trace like magic.

The telescope on the right was lowered, revealing the appearance of Team Wu. He blinked, as if in thought. But after a while, he muttered something bad, pressed the headset on his ear, and said, "Wind and wind, evacuate quickly." ”

The man holding the AWP looked puzzled, turned his head to look at the accomplice holding the M200 on the side, saw the accomplice looking at him with a flat mouth, thought about it for a while, and said, "Understood." ”

After responding to Team Wu, Hurricane waved his hand to the accomplices on the side to signal to evacuate.

There was no movement around, no movement in the distance, and the wind did not understand why he was evacuating? On the contrary, it is easier to expose yourself and be discovered by the enemy, which is a big mistake in sniper warfare.

But is this a sniper battle? Just now, he was able to hit two people, but none of them hit, and the person disappeared out of thin air. Hurricane didn't understand Feng Jing's ability, only knew that Dongcheng Middle School and Daping Middle School had his deeds. In the absence of knowledge of the enemy, evacuation is obviously the best policy. So, after some thought, he agreed with the Wu team's strategy and chose to retreat.

At the same time, Feng Jing hugged Yao Qian, patted her back, and said, "Sister, you wait for me here." ”

Feng Jing heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, and he understood that sniping the two of them really had to retreat. He can't let them leave lightly, whether it's to avenge just now, or to ask about Xu Aiyi's whereabouts.

"Hmm." Yao Qian loosened his waist, looked at himself reflected in his eyes, and said, "Be careful." ”

"Hmm." Feng Jing hummed, leaned forward, kissed the corner of her lips, and instructed, "You wait here for me to come back, don't go over." ”

He must tell him that he is afraid that what will happen again at the Beichuan Nanlian Scrap Mill, because he is afraid that he will go secretly and end up suffering in the hands of the enemy.

Listening to Feng Jing's words, his heart was warm, the corners of his lips grinned, and he said with a smile: "I know, you go and come back quickly." Leaning forward, another kiss was placed on his lips.

Feng Jing grinned and disappeared out of thin air, making Yao Qian in front of him stunned, and then grinned.

"Where are you going?"

In the blink of an eye, Feng Jing was already standing in front of the two of them, holding his hands in front of his chest, looking at the wind and his accomplices who were rushing down the mountain to the south, and said leisurely. Obviously, he did not want to use violence to resolve the matter immediately.

Looking at Feng Jing, who suddenly appeared, Hurricane and his accomplices couldn't help but be stunned at first, and then the two of them threw down their heavy sniper rifles almost at the same time and scattered to both sides.

The wind that hid behind the tree picked up the submachine gun on his waist, dodged, and immediately pulled the trigger on Feng Jing, and swept towards Feng Jing with the bullets one after another.

At the same time, the accomplice, who jumped into the shallow pit without a submachine gun on his chest, reached out to his waist with his hands and took out two pistols. The speed was also unambiguous, the bows were fired left and right, and the bullets from the two pistols galloped towards Feng Jing not far away.

But just now, he looked at Feng Jing of the two of them, and he didn't make any moves, as if he hadn't reacted yet. Just when they thought they had succeeded in killing him, they were happy in their hearts, but they could see the warheads soaring in the air. Suddenly, the smile on their cheeks froze, and their hearts froze, and they kept telling themselves that it was impossible.

But what about the facts? It's right in front of me, and I have to believe it.

"Is it fun?" Feng Jing still said leisurely.

Seeing this situation, Tempest and his accomplices did not hesitate, as if they could telepathically know each other's thoughts. The two of them pulled the trigger on Feng Jing at the same time, but this time instead of seeing if the bullet hit Feng Jing as they did just now, the two jumped to both sides and covered each other's evacuation.

Hurricane and his accomplices thought that at least one of them would be able to evacuate in two directions, but the warhead that was flying in the air split into two ways and flew back upside down, hitting them all. The Tempest accomplice, who had been shot in the head, immediately fell to the ground, struggled for a moment, and was silent.

"Looks like you're lucky."

Feng Jing glanced at the accomplice of the wind on the left, turned his head to look at the wind on the right, and said leisurely.

Was the squirrel lucky, or unlucky?

He was lucky and was shot only in the foot and lower abdomen. At the same time, he was unlucky, he had to die slowly.

Looking at Feng Jing who was walking slowly, the wind finally gave up prostrate, turned around, took out a cigarette from his arms, and lit it in a chic manner like all film and television scenes.

Tempest is a man in his thirties, with good facial features and very handsome. If he didn't have a scar on his forehead, people wouldn't have imagined him as a mercenary. He looks more like an office worker, a good employee in the company, a good husband and father at home, but now he ...... He chose to be a dead man so dashingly.

Feng Jing squatted down in front of the wind, reached out and pinched the cigarette on his mouth, squeezed the dirt, and said, "Smoking is bad for your health. ”

"Go, my life is gone, where is my health?"

Tempest sneered, and the blood-stained hand reached into his bosom again, trying to find another one.

"Health is life! It's up to you to argue. ”

Feng Jing said, reaching out and pinching the cigarette he took out of his arms, and his words were very meaningful. Suddenly, he felt that he was a great man of letters.

"Hehe, health equals life, hehe, it varies from person to person! For example, my life has long been irrelevant to health, and it starts when you squat down and talk to me. Tempest said with a sneer.

"Maybe I can take care of you?"

Feng Jing said, stretching out his hand to his abdomen, which was gushing out with blood, and with a breath of true qi, the warhead in the wind body flew out upside down and slipped into his palm.

Feng Jing pinched the warhead, shook it in front of the wind, and said, "You can say it now, right?" ”

The wind lowered slightly, looked at the wound in the abdomen, reached over and touched it, the bullet hole was still there, but it didn't feel pain, and the blood no longer flowed out.

Tempest tilted his head sideways and felt everything in his body, as if he was very strange, and grinned at the corners of his lips and said, "It's amazing, you're definitely not human." ”

"Is it the devil?"

"No, no, no, I'm the devil." Tempest shook his head and smiled, but after a while, the smile froze on his face, and his hand grabbed the pistol at his waist, aimed it at his head, and said, "So, you must go to hell." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fingers of the wind pulled the trigger, and in an instant, the bullet passed through his head, ** burst out, and the person was silent.

The gunshot rang out, looking at the brain ** that burst out, Feng Jing couldn't help but be startled and retreated. He could have stopped the wind, but he didn't, and he was in awe of such a dashing death.