Kuroda was startled, his body fell backwards suddenly, his right hand was raised, and the black shadow in front of him fell to the ground with a flash of firelight. At the same time, an exclamation of "ah" suddenly came from not far away, followed by a black shadow, followed by a bowstring sound, and an arrow shadow flew towards Kuroda like lightning.

Kuroda's leaning back suddenly tilted to the side, and the shadow of a lightning-like arrow flew past him with the sound of the wind. At the same time, the black shadow that jumped out in front of him suddenly fell to the ground with a muffled grunt. Apparently, it was the team members behind Kuroda who fired in time and killed the opponent with one shot.

Fortunately, in the valley, the singing and roaring drowned out the screams of the black shadow just now. A cold sweat broke out on Kuroda's body, and he hurriedly stepped on the torch that fell beside him, his eyes vigilantly observed the surroundings, and secretly said in his heart: If Zi hadn't reacted in time just now, he would have been pierced by a spear or arrow by now! Unexpectedly, these blacks hid in the thatch, and there was no breath on their bodies, and even Zi, a specially trained sniper, had been deceived.

Kuroda's heart couldn't help but be vigilant, these are all tribal hunters who have hunted for generations, these people have a natural ability to hide zi, and their legs and feet are extremely flexible, and the slightest carelessness may leave zi in this valley forever.

Kuroda gritted his teeth and walked towards the valley. Along the way, six or seven hunters who were on guard at the foot of the mountain were killed in succession.

Fortunately, these natives did not have the expertise to settle the posts, and although they were placed on the road to the valley, they did not establish a visual connection with each other.

They thought that as long as they found that outsiders made noises, they could make the people in the valley more vigilant, but they didn't expect that they couldn't see far in this dark night, and today the valley coincided with a festival, and the people on guard behind couldn't hear the warning sound from the front at all, and Kuroda shot extremely fast, so he didn't give the other party time to sound the alarm at all.

Kuroda made his way into the valley, where songs and the beating of animal bones echoed, and a group of young black men and women were dancing in the middle of a campfire. The people around him watched with great interest, and from time to time there were strange screams from their mouths, and no one noticed him as an uninvited guest.

Kuroda swaggered into the valley, and found a huge rock more than ten meters high six or seven hundred meters away from the singing and dancing bonfires, which stood not far from the foot of the mountain, apparently rolled down from the mountain by some kind of tremor, and far away from the thatched huts dotted around, there was no one around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention in the distance, he got up and climbed to the top of the boulder and sat down. From afar, he looked like a native sitting on a stone and looking at the Renao valley in front of him from a distance.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to Zi around Kuroda Kankan, he raised his hand and inserted the pistol into his waist, removed the sniper rifle from his shoulder to unwrap the wrapped rag, and then removed the cloth bag behind him, put a few grenades by his side, and inserted the spare magazine into his waist.

In the valley, except for the bonfire in the center, which is as bright as day, the surroundings appear dark and dull, and the flames of the bonfire flicker, reflecting the surrounding mountains flickering and darkening, showing a dark blood color.

Kuroda slowly raised the sniper rifle in his hand and placed it in front of him, seemingly casually, and slowly scanned the cheerful crowd through the sniper scope. He knew that the more generous he was at this time, the less people would notice, and once the action seemed secret, it might immediately attract the attention of others.

His gaze suddenly stopped in front of the stone house, where several gray-haired elderly black men were sitting in a row of chairs, and a row of tables were set up in front of them, on which there seemed to be a lot of food, and several people were holding bowls and smiling and watching the crowd of people singing and dancing in front of them.

Kuroda's heart moved, carefully recalling the photos of the targets his employer had shown him, and the muzzle of the gun slowly moved over the faces of the old men. Finally, his gun stopped, and yes, it was him! Kuroda's heart throbbed.

He slowly knelt down on one knee from the top of the stone, held the gun firmly with both hands, pressed it tightly against the shoulder socket, and slowly pulled the folding machine with his fingers. He held his breath, his whole body and mind focused on his target.

At the moment when he pulled the trigger, a childish voice sounded from the side, "poof" Kuroda's fingers pulled the trigger violently, and the muzzle of the gun followed in the direction from which the sound came, and "poof" and "poof" pulled the trigger twice in a row.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly appeared from the heads of the two little black shadows, and a sharp exclamation of "ah" immediately sounded from the grass not far away, and a small figure suddenly stood up from the grass and ran to the side. It is estimated that it was the companion of two children, who had just stood up in the grass and happened to see this scene.

She let out a sharp cry as she ran, but just a few steps after running a few steps, a cloud of mist rose from her head and she fell to the ground. At the same time, there was a sudden shout from the campfire in the middle of the valley, and countless figures were seen running towards Kuroda.

Obviously, the screams of the children who suddenly stood up just now pointed out the direction of the assassins for the people in the valley, and the screams shook the valley to "buzz", and countless black men armed with spears and bows and arrows shouted loudly towards Kuroda's side, and their dark faces flashed with fen's eyes.

Kuroda finished firing his gun, grabbed the grenade from the rock, threw it around, and then jumped off the rock, running out of the valley without his life. He knew that there would never be a living mouth under Zi's gun, and the target would definitely be shot in the head on the spot.

From the beginning of the operation to the present, he has not hesitated to shoot six or seven unarmed women and children in order to assassinate his target, and now if he does not flee quickly, Zi will not let these crowds of fen be torn to pieces.

"Boom", "boom", "boom" grenades sounded one after another, black figures were churning in the firelight, Kuroda kept throwing grenades around as he ran, the thatched houses around were ignited by the flames of the explosion, and the screams of women and children came from the firelight, and the valley resounded with screams and fen's roars, and the whole valley seemed to be boiling.

At this moment, Kuroda was running away when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air, sharp arrows and spears flying around him with the sound of the wind, and bursts of automatic rifles sounded from behind him. The pursuers were running as they threw javelins and arrows with their bows and arrows, and the guards with automatic rifles around the patriarch also chased after them with automatic rifles.

At this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out on the hillsides on both sides, and the gunshots of the two Kuroda men rang out fiercely, and the figures behind them fell to the ground.