Chapter 484 of the text is a minefield

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Every gunshot behind him was like hitting Flod, more than forty elites, just gone! Froud hated and hated, but he couldn't go back, he was afraid that if he fell into the enemy's trick to divert the tiger from the mountain, these more than 20 people would have to explain here, so he had to break through to the left with red eyes and gritted his teeth. ＋◆

As soon as he broke out with the rest of the people, Froude would immediately break in alone, vowing to cut the hidden enemy to pieces.

When Mo Feng's cold gaze moved away from the last mercenary who was killed by himself, it was only about three minutes before Flaude and Cook left, and after glancing at the corpses all over the ground, Mo Feng tightened the M110 on his back, and half-leaned down like a spirit ape to run towards the left side of the woods.

Mo Feng made up his mind not to give them any buffer time, and hurried to drive them out of the woods on the northwest side.

Finally out of the damn woods, looking through the gap in the trees at the open thirty meters away, Flaude and Cook finally slowed down a little along the way.

Froude secretly swore that once he got out of the woods, after the twenty or so men under him formed a defensive position, he would enter the birch forest again, and he would never be able to quench his hatred without screwing the damn killer's head off.

At this time, Cook had other ideas, although he had not lost a single person so far, but his morale had been beaten to the ground. After a little discussion with Old John, Cook decided to evacuate the place as soon as he got out of the woods, as for the secret recipe. Whoever robs him, he doesn't want to throw all the money he has left here.

But plans are often not as quick as changes, just as Cook wants to order his mercenaries to rush out of the woods in one go. An anti-infantry thunderbolt had been stepped on by one of the men at the front, and along with the unlucky mercenary flying into the air, there were two fist-sized balls, and when the balls flew to a height of three meters, they suddenly exploded, and hundreds of steel balls fanned down, instantly enveloping all the creatures within a radius of thirty meters in the attack range.

With this blow alone, five of Cook's men died on the spot. Nearly ten people were seriously injured, and if it weren't for the fact that there were many trees blocking them, the number would have increased exponentially.

"Alert. Go up and clear the mines with a few people! Seeing that the road was ahead, but was blocked by a few mines, how could Cook and Froude be willing, and urged their men to come forward and clear the mines in unison.

"Phew!" With a gunshot rang out. One of the mercenaries in charge of defense at the back slammed into a slam. Fell on his back.

Some psychologists have said that fear is contagious, and Mo Feng's sudden shot immediately caused a burst of intensive counterattacks.

"Mr. Cook, I'll leave it to you here, hurry up and clear the mines, and wait for me outside the woods!" The exit was in front of him but he couldn't take a step forward, and Frode's eyes were so hateful that he hurried to Cook to confess. He turned and rushed deeper into the woods.

Flot had already heard from the gunfire just now that there was only one person on the other side, MD. One person tossed the elite troops of more than 200 people on his side, and ran around the forest like a lost dog, not to mention snatching the secret recipe, looking at this situation, it would be good to bring out the hundred living tiger-like men who could go back to ten intact.

Thinking that he would be severely punished by Lawrence when he returned, Flaude's eyes suddenly turned red, his teeth clucked, and he wanted to immediately pull out this damn killer and break it into pieces.

"Mo Feng?" Froud's body jerked, gently chewing on the name that had just come to mind, and after a moment, a sinister smile slowly rose from the corner of Froude's lips.

Now, he finally thought of who this murderer who had been cursed countless times by himself, and who else could be so skilled in jungle sniping besides that Huaxia monkey.

Froud was able to deduce that there was a reason why Mo Feng came, the encounter of the Cobra mercenary group in Huaxia, the three major cadres under Cook some time ago were killed by thunderous means, and the death of Klaus and Anderson three days ago......

This has something to do with that Huaxia doctor, if these are not counted, the most important reason for Flot to believe that this murderer is very likely to be Mo Feng is a news from Lawrence's intelligence network at noon today: Mo Feng has been in contact with the high-level of the Reaper Mercenary Group.

This damn yellow-skinned monkey met him, and he was destined to die, if he killed Mo Feng, the boss wouldn't punish him, right? Thinking of this, a happy smile emerged from Froude's grim face.

When he deduced that the murderer hidden in the dark was Mo Feng, Flode not only did not feel nervous, but his eyes showed a strong look of excitement, although Flot knew that his ability was not suitable for playing in the dense forest, but he believed that it would be more than enough to kill Mo Feng.

At this time, in Flode's heart, Mo Feng had become a dead man.

The darkness and the chaotic vines under his feet certainly couldn't stop Flod, and in just a few moments, Flot went more than a hundred meters deep into the woods.

He thought that he could easily find Mo Feng's traces and kill them, but after turning around for a long time, he didn't even see a trace of Mo Feng's shadow.

Due to the difference in cultivation methods between the East and the West, Flode did not have Mo Feng's ability to release his divine thoughts, otherwise he would definitely find Mo Feng who was hiding behind a thick tree with a thick bowl in front of him and was firmly staring at him.

Just now, when Froud left the mercenary and returned to the woods, Mo Feng had been following him less than ten meters away, Froude was chasing Mo Feng, and Mo Feng was not looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

Mo Feng just hasn't made a move yet, it is he who feels a trace of danger from Flod, although he doesn't know what Floss's ability is, but Mo Feng can be sure that if he goes head-to-head, Flot will definitely cause harm to himself.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two loud bangs sounded from the edge of the woods, Mo Feng didn't have to guess to know which unlucky guy must have struck the mine again, if the David-made mine could be eliminated so lightly, then he would not be a ghost.

Mo Feng only had the leisure to play hide and seek in the woods with Flod, because he was confident that Cook and they would definitely not be able to break through the minefield, at least not for a short time, so that they could consume their combat power even more.

Mo Feng raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was already ten o'clock, the handover ceremony between Liu Huanxue and the Kanas Research Institute should be almost over, right? By now, Mo Feng had been walking around this birch forest with Cook Fred for forty minutes.

Mo Feng was exhausted, but Flot didn't have time to play here with him, especially after the two loud noises, Froud, who felt that time was urgent, finally lost his patience, his hands danced in front of his chest, and a series of mysterious and astringent spells spit out from his mouth continuously,