Mo Lonely came as promised, he was wearing a casual suit of rubber shoes, so that his movements could be less restrained.

He stretched out his hand and folded the branch in front of his forehead, shaking it in his hand like playing in the mountains and rivers, the sun shone on his face, and the person looked much more elegant.

Stepping on the grass is like a leisurely walk, the branches of the trees swaying in the wind and the grass hanging low, and the eyes can see a piece of green.

The barge gun, which has been with us for many years, is like an old friend, generous and loyal.

The gun has the same name as despair, and before it explodes, it is just a silent and cold weapon. Its cold steel body has a hint of temperature in the sun.

Wu Si crouched in the half-meter-high green grass, and through the gap in the grass, he saw Mo's lonely face for the first time.

But to his disappointment, Mo Lonely was wearing a pair of sunglasses and couldn't see his entire face. Only his laid-back expression can be captured.

Wu Si held a blade of grass in his mouth, and frowned at what was originally a deep line. He looked down at the gun in his hand, and was a little puzzled? He's an assassin? How can it be so laid-back?

But seeing the gun looming on Mo Lone's waist, this is not something that tourists should have. Seeing that Mo was lonely and defenseless, Wu Si was a little angry.

Thinking of Li Shiqun's nervous appearance, Wu Si was even more angry, what is so terrible about this assassin? It's not a one-size-fits-all approach.

Wu Si was not afraid of Mo Lonely, he was even thinking that if it wasn't for the sake of catching the job, he would have to go up and have a try.

"Captain, can you open it?"

"Just shoot like that?" Wu Si punched him, "Wait for me to shout to arrest someone, and go up together to capture him alive." ”

Wu Si is so confident, and his confidence has undoubtedly infected his subordinates.

The place where Mo Lonely stopped was only half a meter away from the iron clamp. Wu Si seemed to be smiling, according to normal speaking, the assassin would take a few steps forward.

Because after walking more than ten meters, it is an open space. There are no obstacles there and it is a good place to be better than a gun.

He didn't blink his eyes, waiting for Mo to be lonely and take another step forward. The iron clamp had serrated teeth on it, like the mouth of a beast waiting to be stepped on.

A black sedan stopped in the distance, and Iwata jumped out of the car, accompanied only by the driver.

He waved the driver to wait here, and walked alone to the meeting place. His steps were equally brisk, as if he had come not to compare life and death, but to reunite with old friends.

The driver's frightened face stiffened slightly, and he was worried in his heart, Iwata didn't bring a single soldier, what about the assassin? Does he dare to come alone??

Two straddle motorcycles quietly stopped beside the car, Iga stepped out of the car, looked at Iwata's back and raised his index finger to make a silent movement, and the driver looked at him blankly and was even more surprised.

General Iga? How do you sneak around like a thief? Is he going to secretly help Iwata??

With each step Iga takes, the fat on his abdomen sways up and down. It didn't affect his footsteps. The excess fat provided him with a lot of fuel, and the fat ignited a fire in his brain and ignited his curiosity.

He came all the way to get a glimpse of Iwata. He didn't dare get too close.

Although Iwata's rank was far from his, no one dared to ignore his warning. Sato can't, Iga can't.

This bothered Iga, who was holding a military telescope in his hand. This allows him to see the moment without having to get too close.

He can only use the moment to motivate himself not to blink.

Iga was originally looking for a handwriting expert, but coincidentally he saw Iwata going to an appointment by car. Hence the tailgating.

He looked around with a telescope to see where the Assassin was. He knew that the men of Number 76 were in ambush and did not worry about the Assassins coming with their accomplices.

And Iwata didn't know about Wu Si's existence, so he still walked there. Iga secretly gave a thumbs up, Iwata, sure enough, he was a warrior.

Wu Si hid in the grass a little impatiently, and Mo Lonely stared no longer to take a step forward. If you don't do it, Iwata won't have time to arrive. He wore sunglasses to filter out some of the scattered sunlight, but the iron clip shone sharply.

The light was the size of a soybean grain, and Mo Lonely sneered and kicked up a wrist-thick branch at his feet, clicked, and the iron clamp was closed, and the branch was stuck.

"Catch."

Wu Si ordered, and three people jumped up beside him and went straight to Mo Lonely.

Wu Si saw that Mo was lonely and did not move, he must have been stupid. What's so scary about an assassin like that?

It's a big joke to dare to compete with guns like this.

Seeing that the three of them had approached the assassin, they hurriedly got up and shouted, "Catch ...... alive"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Almost at the same time, the three of them didn't have time to snort and fall on their backs, and a blood hole appeared in the same position between the eyebrows of the three people.

Wu Si lay on the ground with lightning speed, and in a panic, he raised his gun to aim at Mo Lone's calf.

Bang!

Wu Sihu's mouth was numb, and his face seemed to have been drained of blood, if he wasn't born with a black face, he would definitely see the terrifying blue and white Shengxue.

The gun in his hand fell off the left side, a deep pit in the barrel, and a flat bullet fell in front of his eyes.

Iwata was still ten meters away from him, his eyebrows were upside down, and he glared angrily, and only said one word lightly: "Get out."

Wu Siwan was so embarrassed, he couldn't figure it out, just now he was lying in the grass, the green grass was shaking, and it was very difficult to see the gun clearly, but Iwata shot it on the barrel? Is this a blind cat touching a dead mouse? Or do you really have that ability?

Seeing him in a daze, Iwata was displeased in his heart, and banged two more shots.

A bullet grazed the tip of Wu Si's nose and flew by, due to the high-speed friction, the tip of his nose was as painful as a fire, and the smell of burning skin penetrated into his nostrils.

Another bullet flew close to Wu Si's scalp, rubbing a hot scorch mark.

A bullet that passes by the head, because it needs to calculate the thickness of the hair, is undoubtedly more difficult to grasp than a bullet that wipes the tip of the nose.

One bullet Wu Si would still think it was a coincidence, both shots were so accurate, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his heart. didn't bother to pick up the pistol, and led people to quickly withdraw.

Iwata put away the gun and was not afraid that Mo Gu would suddenly make a move, Mo Gu also put away the gun, and the two looked at each other elegantly.

Iwata said: "I saved him, but he may not know?" ”

Mo Lonely smiled: "A stupid person like him, if no one explains, he will definitely be complacent, saying that your marksmanship is nothing more than that." ”

Iwata nodded; "I thought you weren't coming?"

"I have to come." Mo Lonely's answer is simple, and there is no superfluous information.

Fortunately, no one was present, otherwise, whoever listened to the two of them would think that they were friends rather than rivals.

But they are rivals, natural opponents.

Iwata didn't ask much, what the world needs is simplicity, not wordiness.

Mo Lonely is also like this, if he can do the right thing simply, he will definitely not make it complicated.

Iwata said calmly, "You still have one bullet." ”

"yes, there's only one shot left."

Iwata slowly pulled out the gun, but Mo Lonely didn't move.

Opening the magazine, Iwata withdrew the extra bullet and had only one shot left. Put the magazine on again and don't put it back on your waist.

Mo Lone reached for his gun, but was stopped by Iwata waving his hand.

"You don't have to let me check it, I absolutely believe what you say."

Mo Gu let go of his hand and nodded: "There is really no vanity here......