Looking at the nail clippers in his hand, Yan Murong felt a deep sense of helplessness in his heart.

Didn't think Toshiaki Mitsui still had such humor? Damn, it's cold to death, and he uses nail clippers to deal with people with guns, thanks to the fact that he can think of it.

"Climb up the tree and hide, don't make a sound." Yan Murong returned the key to Mitsui Toshiming, looked at the light that had come from the distance, and said in a low voice. "If I don't tell you, don't come down."

I don't know if Toshiaki Mitsui originally had a talent for climbing trees or if he exploded with potential when his life was threatened. As soon as Yan Murong's voice fell, he quickly disappeared in front of Yan Murong, and that speed was almost comparable to that of a monkey wandering in the mountains all day long.

Picking up a few stones of good size from the ground, Yan Murong immediately disappeared into the dark woods.

In the dense woods, a black shadow is constantly shuttling, the sparse canopy penetrates the moonlight, coupled with the chirping of various animals from time to time, making the atmosphere of the whole forest seem particularly weird, making people feel like they are in a horror movie.

"In pairs, fan search." Soon, the light got closer and closer to the big tree where Yan Murong was hiding, and the sound of speaking also reached Yan Murong's ears.

"In pairs? That's good. Yan Murong chuckled silently, if these dozen or so people got together, he really didn't have much chance to make a move.

The light was getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were getting clearer and clearer, Yan Murong was hiding under the leaves, holding his breath, looking at the two men in strong suits who were gradually approaching the tree, until the two were only two meters away from the tree where he was hiding, and a small stone in his hand was also thrown out.

"Smack!"

A soft sound sounded not far away, and the two men in strong suits quickly turned around, and the muzzle of the gun in their hands was also aimed at the place where the sound came from, and the flashlight on the gun shook for a while, but they found nothing.

"Whoosh!"

A figure suddenly fell, and Yan Murong fell from the tree, just behind the man in the strong suit behind. Without waiting for the other party to react, Yan Murong's hands had already hugged his head - left, right, and then after a crisp "click", the man in the strong suit didn't even have time to make a sound, so he fell to the ground with a "bang", his chest forward, his back up, but a head turned weirdly to his back, and a pair of dilated pupils still carried the surprise before death.

The sound of falling to the ground startled the man in the suit standing in front, and he quickly turned the muzzle of the gun, but only saw the strange posture and dead eyes of his companion, while Yan Murong clicked his footsteps at the moment of successful killing, and ran to another tree again.

Is this light work?

Wrong, Yan Murong doesn't know how to work lightly, this kind of high-rise and high-rise thing can only appear in martial arts novels.

As we all know, people are temporarily unconstrained by gravity when jumping, or in other words, gravity is a unit of gravity, just like air.

If a person's internal qi is at its peak, then the fist speed and gravity are fast enough, when a punch is thrown, you will hear the sound of the fist tearing through the air - similarly, when a person's speed exceeds the gravity of gravity, then his stay in the air will be much longer than the average person.

Yan Murong was originally known for his speed, and in this kind of situation, he gave full play to his speed advantage to the extreme, and at the moment of killing, the person had already quickly withdrawn.

Look for opportunities and break them one by one.

When the enemy is outnumbered, guerrilla warfare is the king. Rushing out stupidly under so many guns can only be beaten into honeycomb coal.

As a third-generation red man, coupled with having dealt with tigers, dogs, bears and wolves in the mountains for so long, Yan Murong can be said to be deeply in tune with this.

Seeing the man in the strong suit holding a gun and shining it on the tree where he was hiding, Yan Murong casually threw a small stone and hit the trunk of a tree not far away, making a soft "pop" sound. And the man in the strong suit was also attracted by this soft sound.

"Idiot." Yan Murong smiled disdainfully in his heart. Have the IQs of these island people been ripped out to feed the dogs? The same method can make these fools believe twice.

However, this man in a strong suit is not stupid, the moment he turned around, he thought of his companion's experience just now, and when his body turned halfway, he quickly stopped his body. At this time, Yan Murong had already jumped down, and the two of them just stared at each other.

"It's not too stupid." Yan Murong thought to herself.

Under the surprised eyes of the man in the suit, Yan Murong's figure moved, and a black shadow flashed, appearing in front of the man in the suit.

Without waiting for the man in the suit to pull the trigger, Yan Murong's hand had already grabbed the other party's wrist, his thumb and index finger pinched his wrist and pressed it down, and then pushed it like that, and there was a "click" sound. The wrist of the man in the strong suit who was holding the gun was broken by Yan Murong, and the gun also fell to the ground, the joint of the wrist was punctured by broken bones, and a white bone with blood stains was exposed to the air, which looked particularly gloomy.

To Yan Murong's surprise, such a huge pain didn't make this man in a strong suit scream in pain, and he didn't even look at the broken wrist, and the other intact hand was shaken, and a dagger slipped out of the cuff in an instant, and the knife swept towards Yan Murong's neck.

"Damn, I don't know it hurts." Yan Murong was shocked, and while his body quickly retreated, he kicked at the wrist of the man in the suit who was holding the dagger.

"Click!"

There was another crisp sound, and the dagger was kicked away by Yan Murong, and the wrist of the man in the strong suit was also shattered by the bones of this kick.

Without waiting for Yan Murong to attack, the man in the strong suit rushed towards Yan Murong like crazy, and the weapon of the attack was actually his own head.

"It turned out to be a group of dead soldiers." Yan Murong looked at the two rhythmless shaking wrists of the man in the power suit, and was a little surprised in his heart. The feelings of Mitsui are handsome and hidden deep enough, and there is such a group of dead soldiers who have no pain in their hands.

Although the force value of such people is not necessarily high, they are very heartfelt and do not feel pain.

There is no pain, which is the most depressing thing, which means that if you don't completely let him lose his breath, he will continue to attack you.

"Since you are a dead man, do as you wish - go and die." Yan Murong let out a low snort, and his figure moved quickly, with his strange footwork and unparalleled speed, in an instant, he could only see an afterimage floating by.

"Bang!"

The man in the power suit who used his head as a weapon to hit Yan Murong fell to the ground, making a dull sound, and the huge head had already rolled down to two meters away!