"What to do? Do you want to give up? "A soldier was terrified, he didn't know how many enemies there were at the moment, and if he dragged it any longer, he would be finished if he was surrounded.

"It's hard to get it, it's 10 million dollars, it's a pity to give up." The black man looked at Lei Yan lying on the ground, and his heart was full of unwillingness, giving away the prey he had in his hands to others, this was not his style.

"Withdraw, survival is the most important thing, I don't want to earn money that I don't want to spend my life." A guy who looked about the size of a black man was the first to evacuate.

The black man was silent for a moment, he could not listen to other people's opinions, but the person who spoke was his brother who lived and died together, and his comrade-in-arms who crawled out of the pile of dead people together, his opinion had to be considered, although it was not worth his life for money, but he still didn't want to give up in his heart.

"Smoke grenade cover!" The black man was silent for a moment, then turned his head and yelled.

Several subordinates immediately took out a dozen smoke bombs, threw them in front, and soon billowing smoke obscured their vision, and the black man took the opportunity to rush out from behind the tree with an arrow step, rushed to Lei Yan's side, and pulled his arm and carried it on his shoulder.

"Retreat toward seven o'clock." The black man whispered, carrying Lei Yan and running away.

As soon as he ran two steps, the leaves under his feet suddenly surged, and a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the ground, grabbed his ankles, and pulled him backwards suddenly, and the black man suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, a subordinate on the side hurriedly rushed over, but before he got close, he only saw a cold light flashing under his feet, and suddenly felt that his legs were cold, and then there was a strong and incomparably severe pain, and the whole person pounced and fell into the dog's, and when he looked down, his legs were cut off from the ankles.

"Ahh

At this moment, under the thick fallen leaves, seven or eight people suddenly stood up in the dense grass, and they rose from the ground as if they had come out of the ground, without warning.

The black man's subordinates were all frightened, and before they could react, the submachine guns in the hands of the enemy had already sounded, and the rate of fire was extremely high at close range, and the bullets swept away a large area like a broom.

In just two or three seconds, more than a dozen of the Negro's subordinates were all killed, and the only one who was still alive was his brother, two subordinates used their bodies to block the bullet and escorted him to rush out, however, just a few steps away, there was another gunshot in the distance, and the chest was instantly pierced, and the bullet penetrated through, leaving a fist-sized hole in the back.

The black man's reaction was also very fast, and after being pulled down, he understood that he had encountered an ambush, and quickly blocked the greedy wolf in front of him, pulled out a pistol and put it on the temple of the greedy wolf, and when he pulled Lei Yan to stand up, the battle was over, and all his subordinates were shot.

It all happened so fast that most of the soldiers were swept into a sieve before they could figure out the situation, and they were swept into a sieve without even seeing the enemy, and these soldiers who came out of the ground were like ghost soldiers from hell, elusive and unguardable.

"Stand back, all stand back, or I'll kill him." The black man held Lei Yan's waist with one hand, pointed a gun at his head with the other, leaned against a tree behind his back, and roared like crazy in his mouth.

As if they hadn't heard, those cold soldiers stood there and looked at him coldly, without saying a word, like a group of cold killing machines, without emotion.

"You kill him, I just need to take the head back to the errand." A hoarse voice suddenly came from the depths of the jungle, seemingly far away, but the voice appeared clearly in the ears.

"Who are you, get out of here!" The black man was also a veteran of the battlefield, but this time he felt a deep fear and shouted in panic.

As soon as the words fell, a guy dressed in black came out of the jungle, his face was painted with black camouflage, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black fog.

He was carrying a British AWM sniper rifle in his hand, his face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, Lei Yan's eyes quietly opened a slit, and he looked at the guy who was approaching, and what interested him the most was not this person's outfit, but a strange-shaped scimitar on his waist.

This knife is pitch black, with a slightly curved handle grip, about fifty centimeters long, the blade is crescent-shaped, with a blood groove and a military thorn-shaped auxiliary blade on it, the connection between the blade and the grip is at a right angle, a section of iron chain is exposed under the grip, the handle is hollow, the iron chain is hidden inside, the shape resembles a sickle, but it is much more exquisite.

"Who the hell are you?" The black man hid behind Lei Yan, only revealing half of his eyes, looked ahead with his peripheral vision, and asked in a panic.

"I am a messenger from hell, you can call me the god of death, maybe you have heard this name, but you must not have seen it, because everyone who has seen the god of death has gone to hell." The guy's voice was hoarse and ugly, and his throat felt as if it had been roasted by fire.

"Death? The Grim Reaper, the number one killer in the world? The black man was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then reacted and asked tentatively.

"If you've heard my name, you should know that my men have never been alive." The Grim Reaper said lightly, not even the slightest change in tone and expression.

Lei Yan laughed secretly in his heart, he used to think that he was arrogant enough, it was really nothing compared to this god of death, looking at the posture of others, it seemed that no one was worth mentioning in front of him.

Whoever wants to die has to die, no one in the world is his opponent, and everything he says is like a matter of course, it seems that he really thinks of himself as a soul hooker.

"It's just a killer, what's there to be crazy about, even if Lao Tzu dies, he will pull you as a backdrop." The black man knew that he had planted it today and that he would not escape death, so he simply let it go, reached out and took off the grenade hanging on his chest, and suddenly pulled out the pull ring.

This move frightened Lei Yan, this was a posture of wanting to die together, and he couldn't help but scold: "If you want to die, die, why are you pulling me?" ”

Lei Yan wanted to break free, but when it came to the moment of death and life, it would be boring to pretend, but before he could move, the grim reaper suddenly shook his body, and instantly appeared on the side of the black man, without looking at how he moved, he only felt a gust of cold wind brushing his scalp, and the right hand of the black man holding his hand was cut off with a knife.

The grenade fell, and before it could hit the ground, the Grim Reaper raised his leg and kicked the grenade and the black man's right hand to fly more than ten meters away.

With a loud bang, the grenade exploded, but unfortunately only the black man's right hand was shattered, and no one else was hurt in the slightest.

Everything happened so fast that the grenade's fuse was five seconds, and the Grim Reaper kicked the grenade away in three seconds, and the black man held his right arm and grinned in severe pain, but he didn't say a word.

However, his pain was over in the next second, and with a flip of Death's wrist, a delicate knife was held in the palm of his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the sharp blade cut through the black man's neck, and the blade was not stained with a trace of blood, and the movement was as fast as magic.

No one saw what he had done, but the Negro's neck had been completely sliced open, along with the arteries and trachea, and when blood gushed out like a fountain, Death had taken two steps back, not a single trace of blood on his body.