Two figures weaved cautiously through the dark cornfield.

Yan Murong took Teng Xiangling's hand, gently picked up the corn that had grown more than a person tall, and listened to the sound behind him with his ears sideways while walking deeper.

To be honest, he didn't want to get out of the car in the middle of the night and run into this cornfield rice with a lot of mosquitoes. But you can't get out of the car. After turning into this road, Yan Murong realized how wrong his decision was.

Teng Xiangling's Porsche is a sports car, the chassis is very low, and the road surface of this road is as bad as it is, not to mention the potholes, there are two big stones on the road from time to time, and the whole body is about to fall apart.

Corn more than one person tall can completely cover two people, and when the breeze blows, it will make a "rustling" sound, and it will be difficult to find them in this dark night if you don't make too much movement.

Yan Murong was waiting, waiting for someone to save them.

In addition to Li Chuang, who is responsible for protecting Teng Xiangling, Luo Chun will definitely come soon, as for the master who has never come forward, but has saved Yan Murong twice, he should also come.

Yan Murong's purpose is that if you beat me, I will fight back.

However, Yan Murong is not a fool, no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives, not to mention that the other party still has a gun in hand.

Teng Xiangling was pulled by Yan Murong, deep and shallow, and wanted to walk forward in the cornfield, because she was wearing high heels, she would be mixed by the raised lumps on the ground from time to time, if Yan Murong hadn't supported her in time every time, she would have fallen scarred.

"Shhhh Yan Murong put his finger to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and whispered to Teng Xiangling.

"Who are they? Why kill us? Teng Xiangling squatted down, although his forehead was dripping with sweat, the expression on his face was quite calm.

She is not the kind of woman who has to scream for a long time when she encounters a cockroach, and then sympathize with Bo and comfort her, she has been by Yan Murong's side for a long time, and she is used to such a scene.

Unlike before, only this time the other party used a gun.

"Not to kill us, but me." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "You're just a giveaway — it's like you women go shopping at the mall, buy a bunch of fancy cosmetics, and give away a pack of sanitary napkins."

"You're on a sanitary napkin." Teng Xiangling gritted his teeth and said, using his other free hand to face Yan Murong's soft flesh is raging, expressing his dissatisfaction with Yan Murong's inappropriate metaphor.

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, be quiet, they're coming." Yan Murong pushed Teng Xiangling's hand away, listened with his ears sideways, and whispered.

So, Teng Xiangling didn't make trouble, but took the initiative to take Yan Murong's hand and squatted sideways next to him - "No. 1, I'll go in and have a look." The man who fired the shot looked at a large cornfield in front of him and said with a frown.

"Wait." Number One grabbed him and said. "We're here to kill, not to arrest people, take guns."

After saying that, the two walked to the Land Rover, opened the rear compartment, and took out two miniature submachine guns with silencers from inside.

"Shoot."

"Chirp Chirp—"

As soon as No. 1's voice fell, the guns in the hands of the two of them made an extremely light chirp, and then, like raindrops, rows of bullets poured towards the large cornfield where Yan Murong was hiding, and then, I saw that the corn was beaten and staggered, and the corn leaves fell down.

Because the muzzle is mufflered, no sound can be heard in the distance, except for the faint sparks emitted from the muzzle.

Yan Murong was shocked, and he didn't care if the ground was dirty, so he grabbed Teng Xiangling and pressed her to the ground.

This group of bastards actually shot themselves with guns.

Yan Murong swore that if he had the chance, he would kill these two bastards with his own hands.

The two killers swept across the cornfield, waited until the bullets in the gun ran out, took out two magazines from their bodies and replaced them, and then continued to wreak havoc on the cornfield.

"You're lying here, don't move, I'll take a look." Yan Murong lay on the ground and whispered close to Teng Xiangling's ear.

Teng Xiangling was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and signaled him with his eyes not to go out, it was too dangerous outside.

"It's okay." Yan Murong chuckled. "If I don't go out, they will definitely come in later, the other party has a gun, and I can't take care of you at that time, and I can lure them away even if I can't get rid of them before they come in."

After waiting for a long time, Yan Murong didn't see anyone to support, Li Chuang and Luo Chun seemed to be missing, it had been five minutes, and they hadn't shown up.

So, Yan Murong couldn't wait.

He knew that since the other party wanted to kill him twice, it would definitely not let him get out of here alive.

They failed in the yard last time, and this time they forced themselves into this cornfield, and they will not give up this opportunity.

Sitting still is not Yan Murong's character.

Ignoring Teng Xiangling's eager eyes to dissuade him, and patting Teng Xiangling's back, Yan Murong half-squatted, drilled over from the side, and then slowly walked forward.

The sound of "chirping" kept ringing non-stop, and Yan Murong also cursed secretly in his heart-these bastards have been fighting for five minutes, why are there so many bullets? I don't know if such a blind strafing is very expensive? Although a bullet is not expensive, it is only a few dollars, but a few dollars are also money, and they are all accumulated by many taxpayers.

Suddenly, Yan Murong felt strange.

Huaxia is very strict about gun control. Not to mention guns, even special knives are regulated, but where did this group of foreigners get their guns?

Also, who is going to kill himself? Actually hired such a professional killer.

As he walked, Yan Murong pondered who wanted to kill him. But after thinking about it for a long time, Yan Murong suddenly found that there seemed to be too many suspects, and after he returned to Yanjing, he provoked a lot of people, and he didn't stop in Suzhou, Hangzhou and Shanghai - perhaps, everyone who was slapped by him wanted his life.

Suddenly, the gunfire stopped, and except for the rustle of corn leaves from the breeze, even the frog was probably frightened and stopped croaking.

Yan Murong stopped, he knew that those two killers were going to come in.

Listening with his ears sideways, sure enough, Yan Murong found that there was a slight sound in front of his left side.

Yan Murong didn't move, but the light sound was getting closer and closer, and a sense of danger was getting stronger and stronger.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move, and if the enemy wants to move, I will move first.

So, when Yan Murong felt that the distance was about the same, his figure suddenly moved, quickly shuttling through the cornfield, and his flexible figure was like a fish happily passing through the water.

PS: Students, the flowers have been very weak recently, everyone is working hard, it's almost the New Year, and it's okay to send some flowers if you don't have a ticket.