Quickly showing your own slightly trance-like emotions, you groped with both hands and grabbed the two straps on both sides of you, pulling hard.

A huge tension pulls you into the air in an instant. It's just an illusion in the blink of an eye, but you really feel like you're longing to fly.

The air around you was still the same air that was scraping your cheeks, and the speed at which you were falling, though much slower, was still clearly falling towards the ground a little, a little.

Glancing at 11, who was also falling in the distance, I remembered what she had just told you, and you firmly remembered the direction of her whereabouts, as well as her general location.

After a few moments, the parachute slowly drops you almost to the ground. But to your deep sorrow, you are hanging from a big tree.

Glancing at the almost Gobi-like environment around you, you smiled bitterly.

After struggling to wrestle with the harness that attached to your body, and looking at the height of almost two meters above the ground, you hesitated for a moment and began to wonder how to get out of this situation.

At this moment, when you think of a similar situation on TV or in a movie, you can't help but complain in your heart.

For no umbrella knives?

Just as you hesitate whether to hit the micro charge in your hand, give the strap connected to your body, and shoot a few times, a few whining roars come into your ears coldly.

A jackal with yellow hair and a little colorful came out coldly in some not-so-dense forests not far away. And in the blink of an eye, it jumped at your feet.

Looking at the four hala direct things under you, you inevitably begin to question in your heart, spitting on the science and education programs you have watched.

Didn't you say that jackals are only interested in corpses?

Holding back the trembling nerves, you hesitated to pick up the micro rush in your hand, and were ready to give these few beings who frightened your young mind a few times.

Click, click, but you pressed it a few times, only to find that the micro punch in your hand didn't even reflect the hair, let alone make the sudden sound you imagined.

Your face turned pale violently, and you thought that it was a defective product in your hand, and you were a little flustered in your heart.

Looking at the jackal under you that is actually trying to jump up and hiss for your feet, you panic, panic. After a while, in a panic, you screamed, screamed, but no one came to save you, the lamb to the slaughter.

There are only two possibilities for a long period of panic. Either it becomes the kind of legendary existence that is scared to death, or it is not afraid of being afraid, and it is not afraid.

And you are definitely not the lucky former, at least you are not scared to death.

After being afraid of the trouble, you couldn't help but set your eyes on the micro rush again. At this time, remembering the behavior of other people when you were at the airport just now, you paused for a while, and then tried to pull the bolt violently.

Click, when you tried to pull the trigger again with a hint of luck, the sudden sound suddenly appeared.

Because of the lack of preparation, and the reason why you are not familiar with this micro punch at all, there is not much recoil in the first place, and it actually causes the bullet to float up.

But even so, the large amount of floating soil splashed on the ground startled the four jackals in an instant. Then, without you even daring to aim at them, the jackals ran away with their tails between their legs and into the nearby woods.

Stunned to see all this, just when you were about to take revenge and give the chrysanthemums to those jackals, the dogs had completely disappeared.

Shaking your head helplessly, you look at the two parachute harnesses that hang you. But just when you were on the strap of the gun, a cold word suddenly came into your ears.

"What do you do! Isn't that an umbrella knife? Listening to those questioning words, you can't help but look down at you. Probably because you were in a trance just now, a figure has come to your feet at some point.

Suddenly, when you notice the 11 on the figure's mask, you can't help but be surprised again.

"Umbrella knife, in ......", thinking of the umbrella knife in her mouth, you couldn't help asking, but subconsciously touched your hand back, and didn't wait for you to finish the words yourself, and the words were swallowed by you.

Although 11 couldn't see your face clearly because of the mask, you knew that your expression was definitely full of embarrassment and embarrassment at this time.

On TV, aren't the umbrella knives played all stuck in the calf! There is wood!

Silently complaining in your heart, you pulled out a dagger with a saw blade on one side and a blade on the other from the inside of the umbrella bag behind you, buckled to the cross strap behind you.

pretended to make a gesture, and unconsciously swept the distance of two meters from the ground. You grit your teeth and slash at the strap that hangs from your body.

When a strap is cut, you will inevitably lose your legs. Even because of the shaking of your body in this moment, you almost threw the dagger in your hand.

Gradually, after steasing your body, seeing that the 11 did not show any disdain and disdain for you (you can't see it, wearing a mask, there is a wood), you cut the dagger in your hand again to the other strap.

The moment the strap is cut, you fall straight to the ground. Although I was faintly prepared, jumping off this height at this height would inevitably make you sit on the ground.

Although I don't know if 11 has a dinosaur face under the mask, out of the alien front, you still quickly stood up, pretended to stroke your faintly numb buttocks, and changed the subject: "Why are you here?" ”

"Remember, don't use a firearm lightly unless it's particularly dangerous. Although the guns are equipped with a silencer system, there are still some sounds coming out. Moreover, during the mission, the principle of light loading, there is no ammunition supply, only a magazine bullet, so you need to cherish it extraordinarily. Perhaps knowing your embarrassment, 11 was very 'considerate' to ignore your irrelevant inquiry, and while admonishing you, he actually walked in the direction where the jackals had disappeared before.

Probably noticing that you weren't keeping up with your pace, 11 turned around sharply and urged, "Go! Rub what! ”

"Ahh Oh! Urged by 11 violently, you immediately hid the chaotic thoughts in your heart, and followed hesitantly.

But even so, after a glance at the surrounding land that was obviously a little desertified, and then at the direction of the jackals just now, your steps at this time gave people the feeling of hesitating to check the soap. (To be continued.) )