Chapter 1388, it turned out to be a woman!

Qishan. Exotic stones. Mountain wind. Strong grass.

In a thorn bush, a black sè tube rests on top of a slightly thicker trunk.

The foliage is dense and obscured by large foliage, making it difficult to spot even when you are close to it.

A man in American camouflage lies motionless, as if he is one with the environment. The barrel of the black sè was in his hand.

He was in an excellent position, a slanted bulge that locked the entire feather peak within the range of his gun.

Of course, his goal was also the sky above and below the entire Feather Peak. He will destroy any enemy who comes to his aid.

He was a priest and one of the emperor's eight generals.

He did not come to China with the emperor, but came to the front station one step ahead. Moreover, he did not go to Yanjing to take hostages, but directly came to this Taishan Yuhua Peak to prepare for the peak station of the emperor and Fu Fengxue.

The emperor was a clean-loving man, so he carried foldable deck chairs and tents for the emperor.

The Emperor was a man who liked to enjoy, so he brought him delicious food and delicious red wine, as well as champagne for celebration.

The emperor is a hospitable person, so he also carried a tent, sleeping bag, food and red wine for the emperor's friend Li Qingcheng-

The Emperor –

"Mom#forced, the emperor has a lot of bad things." The nth time he climbed the mountain with a large package on his back, he greeted the emperor's mother in his heart.

Of course, he also carried guns of various sizes and gunpowder of various effects.

As a top master across Europe, he is fundamentally different from the emperor Vulcan and others. They like to use brute force and like to pinch the neck of their enemies directly with their hands.

Barbarous. Violent.

Joyfully. Direct.

He didn't like or appreciate such an approach. He felt that it was the work of a barbarian.

As a gentleman, as a faithful believer of God, as an image spokesperson sent by God to the world, he has to maintain his own image – and, of course, God's.

So. He likes to use guns - blow out opponents' heads with guns.

That's what a gentleman does. Isn't it?

has long entered the high-tech era, and he still shouts and kills, this kind of behavior is really stupid in his opinion.

The pastor was in a bad mood.

Although he maintains the demeanor of a master, the basic rules hidden when a killer assassinates, in fact, he is very angry in his heart now, and he is trying to restrain his emotions.

He actually missed.

Just now, a helicopter flew over his head. Although he pierced the wing of the fire engine with bullet No. 3, causing the fuel tank to catch fire and explode. However, he couldn't stop the guy from flying and falling.

What's the use of killing a pilot? He knew who he really needed to intercept - the amazing leap of that man from the plane, the way he ran through the air, his lightning-fast crutches, all made people feel amazing-

He made a mistake. Delivered a formidable opponent to the Emperor.

"God forbid, I hope the emperor is invincible." The pastor thought to himself. He was accustomed to using his right hand to draw red letters on his chest, and as soon as his fingers left the machine gun, he touched it again like lightning.

Sixty-five degrees to transfer the muzzle.

shè hit.

Smack-

Shot up.

When he heard the crisp sound, he knew he was empty.

Again shift the muzzle and shè again.

Bang –

The shot hit the big rock. Rubble flew, but it didn't hurt the target.

A dark shadow swooped down on him like lightning, and with the cover of trees and rocks, it rushed towards him at a speed he had never seen before.

Left and right. Fast and slow. Hurry and stop. Unpredictable.

Bang –

Bang –

Bang –

He pulled the trigger to connect the shots, but the target was getting closer.

"Hell." The priest jumped out of the thorn forest.

Now that he's been spotted by his target, it's a dead end to hide any longer.

He threw away the heavy machine gun in his hand and pulled out the Desert Eagle at his waist. This pistol, which has long been popular all over the world, is not the most mainstream pistol now, but it is his favorite, and he prefers the face of this army green and its terrifying lethality.

He took cover with a boulder, and then stared at his target without blinking.

At this time, he was no longer in a hurry to shoot.

The target is a master, and he knows it from the first time he dodges his own bullets.

Ordinary shè shots are ineffective, and impatient shots don't hurt him at all.

He's going to wait.

Wait for a chance.

Wait for a chance for him to make a mistake.

Or slipping under his feet, or getting caught in his clothes by a tree, or he being trampled down by a rock—or even a wrong step, this was his chance.

One second, two seconds, three seconds –

He was disappointed.

His opponent is too clever. Every step of the way is as if it has been designed with a jīng heart.

When he should run, he is as swift as a cheetah. When he should have paused, he was more patient than a fox.

"He's perfect." The pastor thought to himself.

Unconsciously, he licked his tongue.

"Such a perfect man should belong to himself."

"Huh?" He suddenly felt bad.

Because his target, after hiding behind a boulder, did not shift his position when he should have come out.

It's been a minute, and he still hasn't appeared, as if he had suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, his nerves jerked.

Then the body fell to the ground and rolled forward desperately.

Bang –

Where he had been hiding, the large rock had been smashed into a huge groove by a bullet, as if someone had taken a bite on a large potato.

"Damn." He cursed.

He really couldn't figure out how his opponent had slipped behind him.

There's no way out there, how did he get here?

Clearly, this is not the time to think about this.

He had more important things to do, such as running for his life.

Now, it's the opponent's turn to attack.

Smack-

Smack-

Smack-

Shot after shot, without giving him a respite at all. All he could do was roll over and over again on this cliff.

What's even more terrifying is that after two rolls, his trajectory was accurately calculated by the opponent. He no longer chased his ass and punched, but every shot hit where he wanted to roll.

jīng arithmetic!

He actually met a jīng arithmetic.

You know, jīng arithmetic is the kind of person with an extremely high IQ. Most of these people are engaged in shopping malls or high-tech research. However, once they enter the killer world and learn the art of killing marksmen, it is also quite frightening. Because they are not only better than ordinary people in terms of physical fitness, but also far superior in IQ -

That is, the reaction you are going to do has been calculated in their minds in advance, and they will be able to figure out the pattern of your actions in a very short time.

In this way, they can kill people with half the effort.

It can also be said that they are natural killer nemesis.

He had to roar in his heart: the emperor of the dog.

It's not good for you to provoke anyone, but you want to duel with Fu Fengxue - is Fu Fengxue an ordinary person? Is Huaxia an ordinary country?

You are not fighting with one person this time, you are the enemy of the entire Huaxia Kingdom. Only people with sick brains will do this crazy behavior -

It is true that the priest is a servant of the emperor, but he is not the most loyal.

Or rather, he was forced to do it.

He challenged the emperor and failed, and the emperor said either die or be my slave. Without hesitation, he knelt down and kissed the emperor's boots—

He's afraid of death!

It was precisely because he was afraid of death that he believed in God.

The best way to not want to die is to kill the enemy. The more this time, the more the pastor exerts his super strength.

Since the pattern just now was found by the jīng arithmetic, he had to readjust his defensive style.

Each person has his or her own unique habits, and it is very painful to forcibly reverse them. For pastors, however, this is only a labor pain.

Soon, he changed his escape routine.

The two routines are mixed, and even a jīng arithmetic will not be able to find his next step. In this way, his safety is guaranteed.

And, as he deliberately approached, the distance between the two was being narrowed indefinitely.

When they ran out of bullets from each other and stood facing each other, he realized that his opponent was a woman.

Tall, xìng sense, the face is jīng chic but with a natural heroic spirit.

Her long hair was tied behind her with a headband, and she was wearing a close-fitting black sè flight suit, which perfectly outlined her bumpy figure.

I have to admit that this is a very attractive woman.

However, this is a different situation in the pastor's eyes.

"It turned out to be a woman." He said regretfully, his disappointment palpable.

(PS: It's really inconvenient to write when you're out of town.) It's my fault for breaking my promise. Old Yanagi apologized. ）