Thundered!

The man in the helmet didn't seem to bother to pay attention to Smith at all, and he slammed down the throttle, and the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle even spewed out a blue fire. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle was five or six meters away from Smith.

Squeak squeak!

After shaking off Smith, the motorcycle came to a stop with a nice tail flick again, and a choking cloud of dust kicked up on the ground.

Rumble------rumble!

The engine growls incessantly, and the domineering Harley-Davidson motorcycle is ready to charge. This time, the direction facing the motorcycle turned out to be the gap in the fence.

"Not good. He's going to run away! Smith cursed and tried his best to speed up his feet, but no matter how he accelerated, his legs could never run past two wheels.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the field.

"Fang, if you continue to watch the excitement and let this guy escape, I promise to personally send you back to the felony prison where you were before." Qin Hao didn't know when he stood up and gestured his middle finger in midair.

Smith stopped and couldn't help but pat himself on the back of the head. I almost forgot that although there were only two wolf packs standing here, he and Qin Hao, there was still the terrifying and sinister guy with the fangs hiding in the shadows, aiming at everyone with the barrel of the black hole.

A former U.S. Army captain and feared sniper, Fangfang grew up in the frigid Alaskan wilderness, where he learned the skills of hunting, shooting, and tracking targets as a child.

As an adult, due to his excellent shooting skills, he was absorbed into the Green Beret Special Forces, and was also named a sharpshooter, making great military achievements for the troops. After retiring from the army, he was framed and put in a prison for felons. In the end, by chance, he was rescued by the people of the wolf mercenary group, and he has been following Qin Hao all the time, becoming an ace sniper of the wolf mercenaries.

Smith has seen the ability of fangs, and the opponent can accurately burst an irregularly rolling egg from a distance of a thousand meters.

Right now, the location of the fangs is not more than a kilometer away from the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and with the ability of the fangs, it is just a matter of shooting the cyclist's helmet with one shot.

Bang!

A dull sniper rifle rang out in the night sky.

The corners of Smith's mouth turned up slightly, and in his impression, the fangs had never missed. In his mind, he had even made up the image of the man in the helmet splattering blood.

Boom, boom!

The sound of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle's engine is frantic again.

Could it be that the fangs have missed? Smith's pupils shrank sharply, as the man on the motorcycle was still sitting intact, twisting the manual throttle, as if he was going to rush out of here at any moment.

What's going on here? Not only was the man in the helmet fine, but no craters of sniper bullets were found around the motorcycle.

Smith turned his head and looked down at the sound of the sniper shot. But I heard a piercing gunshot, echoing in the night sky.

Wrong! The second shot was not from the M110 sniper rifle in Fang's hand, listening to the sound, it seemed to be a modified Barrett sniper rifle.

Smith, who has studied firearms, couldn't help but be stunned. Could it be that there are also snipers in the other party's group?

Bang!

Bang!

Next, the incessant sound of sniper gunfire confirmed Smith's conjecture. Fangs are entangled in the other party's snipers, and it seems that they have no time to care about this at all.

Who are the people who are here? Smith couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, not to mention the amazing flying knife stunt of the helmet man on a motorcycle, just a sniper who was inseparable from the fangs from a distance, and he could be regarded as an ace sniper in the mercenary world in the United States.

Smith knew very well how terrifying Fang's strength was. Fangs also has a nickname, called Three Guns, not that he only has three guns, but that he doesn't take out enemies more than three times. Over the years, in the large and small battles of the wolf pack, they have encountered many powerful sniper enemies, and almost most of these sniper enemies are solved by Fang alone, and Fang's three-shot routine has never been broken.

And right now, the two snipers who were fighting in the distance had already fought more than three times. So far, the winner has not been decided, which shows that the two are indeed chess opponents and are equal.

Smith couldn't help but wonder a little, since there were such powerful people in the other party's team, why didn't he show up in the first place, and had to wait until his companion was almost killed?

Boom------ boom!

The rumble of the motorcycle pulled Smith back from his thoughts again.

Brush!

After a cloud of blue flames erupted from the exhaust pipe of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, the man in the helmet held the limp Lingyun with one arm, twisted the accelerator with the other, and rushed towards the gap in the fence like a speed.

"Want to run? It's not that easy. Qin Hao let out a deep sigh, his feet slammed to the ground, and the whole person turned into a black light and shadow, shooting out from under the shadow of the tree.

Smith glanced at the leader Qin Hao's running speed beyond the limits of human beings, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes. Although he had known that Qin Hao had perverted combat power, otherwise, how could he surrender to a young man under the age of twenty if there were many members of the wolf mercenary group, but once again witnessing the terrifying skills displayed by his leader, his heart couldn't help but stir up one terrifying wave after another.

Sou!

Qin Hao, whose whole person turned into a bolt of lightning, flipped his right hand, and the cold and shining mad dog dagger appeared in his palm, only to see his eyes flashing, and he raised his right hand suddenly.

The mad dog dagger pierced the air and whistled towards the helmeted man's back.

The speed of the motorcycle was fast, but it was not as fast as Qin Hao's flying knife speed.

In the blink of an eye, the mad dog dagger caught up. It was about to sink into the back of the helmet man, piercing the flesh and bones of the backpack and piercing the heart.

Yikes!

In the midst of this lightning, the man in the helmet jerked to one side, and actually avoided the fatal blow of the mad dog dagger. However, the sharp dagger still slashed his left hand on the upper arm, sending out a handful of blood mist, and then nailed into the wall in front of him.

Bite!

The bloodstained mad dog dagger was also completely submerged, revealing only one hilt. It can be seen that Qin Hao's strength is also extraordinary.

Da Da -----

At this time, in the Mercedes-Benz RV, which had been circling in the courtyard, a black gun barrel stretched out at some point, and shot wildly at Qin Hao's side, and at the same time accelerated behind the motorcycle, and also ran wildly towards the gap in the wall.

The dense rain of bullets came to his face, Qin Hao didn't dare to hold it up, and after a few quick jumps on his toes, he was able to avoid all the bullets.

But at the same time, motorcycles and Mercedes motorhomes have completely broken off the fence and are speeding off into the distance.

"Chief, are you alright? I immediately drove to chase it. Smith kind of regretted that he didn't have the gun with him, otherwise he wouldn't have been so embarrassed just now.

"No need!" Qin Hao patted the dust on his body, glanced at the two cars that gradually disappeared into the night, and then looked at the place where the sound of sniper guns became more and more sparse in the distance, squinted, and said to himself with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned: "It seems that this trip back will become more and more interesting!" ”