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"Get out!" Looking out into the open field not far away, Cook let out a low roar and rushed out of the woods.

"Boom!" As soon as Cook took a step, a violent explosion sounded five meters in front of him, and Cook just wanted to stop his steps, when a huge shock wave was already carrying sand and gravel towards Cook and the others.

Before Cook could react, one of the thighs of the mercenary who was blown up in front of him had already smashed on Cook's head, making Cook dizzy for a while, and he was helped up by the mercenary on the side after turning a few grunts on the ground.

Cook was lucky enough, thanks to the three mercenaries rushing ahead of him, the warheads buried in the soil during the "sweep" just now did not patronize him.

This mine, combined with those warheads that were stirred up by the shock wave, left eight more lives in the woods.

"Why are there still mines?" Ignoring the dirt and blood on his face, Cook looked at the one-meter-deep and two-meter-wide dirt pit, and roared hysterically.

Old John squatted in front of the pit and checked and calculated for a long time, and then came over to Cook with a gloomy face and said: "Boss, this should be an induction pressure mine, this kind of mine is generally buried fifteen centimeters below the ground, and it will only be triggered when the contact area exceeds four square inches, and the weight exceeds one hundred and fifty pounds, and the bullet does not react because the contact area is not enough, it can be said that this kind of mine is specially designed for men." ”

"Mom. We can't be trapped in this damn woods! Cook paced anxiously like a rampaging lion, his face grim.

"Boss, I think we should break through from the northwest side!" Old John said with a cautious expression.

"Northwest side? Don't you ****** know that there is an ambush on the northwest side? As soon as Old John finished speaking, an enraged Cook grabbed him tightly by the collar with one hand. Staring at his red eyes, he roared hoarsely.

"Boss, we've been attacking this side for so long, Marshall of the Grim Reaper, they will definitely guess that we have seen through their intentions and don't go out on the northwest side, and if we think about it, they will definitely make some adjustments. Even if we don't completely transfer the ambush troops from the northwest to this side, even if only some of them are transferred, it will be beneficial to us. ”

Old John ignored the pain in his neck that had been strangled by Cook, and his voice hurried to Cook to analyze the pros and cons.

"Go on." Cook squinted and thought for a moment, feeling that what Old John said was also reasonable, paused Old John's body heavily, and said with a calm face.

"According to our information, there are two Reaper teams in Snow Willow Villa, and the security force of Snow Willow Villa is at most a hundred people, and they need to leave people to protect the secret recipe. Therefore, in terms of combat effectiveness, we absolutely had an advantage, and only five hundred meters away from the woods, we ran through with a single charge. Boss, you can gamble!

And the boss, we're here mainly to grab the secret recipe, and if we wait for them to hand it over, we'll be too late to say anything. Also, if the killer who sniped us just now was Mo Feng, as Flot had guessed. Taking advantage of the great opportunity for Mo Feng to be entangled by Frode, the success rate of our ability to capture the secret recipe will be greatly increased. Boss, please make a decision! Old John rubbed his neck and urged Cook with an anxious face.

"All of them, take a detour to the northwest edge, don't rush when you reach the edge of the woods, and set up a defensive position first." After thinking wildly for a moment, he turned his head and gave a sharp order to the more than 100 people who were watching him on the side.

Just as Cook was heading towards the northwest side with more than one hundred and twenty mercenaries from two mercenary groups according to Mo Feng's intentions. Deep in the forest, time seems to freeze.

Neither of the two people in the confrontation moved, but Flot was still standing five meters away from Mo Feng, his eyes half-closed, as if he had been settled. The three sharp arrows were still hovering around Flod's side, and Mo Feng, who was lying in the pile of stumps, buried his head deep and remained motionless.

Flot had already determined that Mo Feng was not far away, but he couldn't find him, and Flot knew in his heart that Mo Feng, like him, was looking for an opportunity, a chance to kill with one blow. Therefore, Flot did not dare to move, he was afraid that the slightest movement would reveal the flaw.

Froude slowly rolled his eyes to search for Mo Feng, but there was still a deathly silence around him.

Don't look at Flaude's calm appearance, but in fact, he is secretly complaining in his heart, he can't maintain those three flying arrows for too long, he believes that Mo Feng must be waiting for the moment when his sharp arrows disappear, therefore, he must attack as soon as possible.

In fact, Mo Feng was also secretly anxious in his heart at this moment, the explosion of the mine had not sounded for a long time, and Cook's gang should go to the northwest side of the woods as they had imagined, it seemed that they wanted to jump over the wall in a hurry, and they couldn't always spend time here with Flode, Lawrence was scheming, in case he arranged another team of people, there was no time to wait for him to run out of strength, and fight.

"Phew!" In the northwest direction, I don't know which side fired the first shot, and then the dense gunfire rang out like fried beans.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, while Froude was stunned, Mo Feng had already risen from the ground from the group of branches, twisted his waist in mid-air, and shot towards Froude five meters away.

After all, Flode is not an ordinary person, Mo Feng has just burst out, and he has been locked by him, only to see Flaude's eyes condensed, his hands were imprinted, and the sharp arrows that were originally hovering suddenly formed a shape and shot towards Mo Feng's upper and middle two ways.

When the sharp arrow just entered the two-meter range of Mo Feng's body, the speed in Mo Feng's eyes suddenly became extremely slow, and Mo Feng could even see that when a dead leaf happened to fall from the front of an arrow, the arrow pierced the fallen leaf, and then the sharp blades on both sides slowly but firmly cut through the veins of the dead leaf, and then slowly passed through it.

Mo Feng, who was in mid-air, had no time to fall to the ground and dodge, otherwise he would lose all the first-line opportunities he had grabbed, and then fall back into passivity. So Mo Feng turned his heart sideways, his body trembled slightly, his speed did not decrease, but his body dropped ten centimeters incredibly.

Don't underestimate these ten centimeters, this is the best position that Mo Feng has calculated to minimize the damage without losing the attack power, not only let the sharp arrow that was originally going to hit the center of the eyebrows at the top, but even the two sharp arrows that pointed directly at the heart and right chest below were also raised by ten centimeters, and the two sharp arrows were carried by the shoulder.

Saying that it was too late, the nearly ten seconds in Mo Feng's eyes were just a moment in Froude's eyes, and Flaude believed that Mo Feng, who was in mid-air, would not be able to dodge his three consecutive blows no matter what, as if he had seen Mo Feng's blood splashed on the spot.

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