When Yu Zhiqian was still more than 30 meters away from Simon Heyer, the situation suddenly changed.

I saw a gun sticking out of the pit, raising it with two hands, pulling the trigger directly at Yu Zhiqian's approximate position, and firing a bullet.

Very accurate, Yu Zhiqian looked at the muzzle of the gun at himself, and had to lie down to the ground, dodging this shot, Simon Heye really didn't die, but he should have been injured, Yu Zhiqian didn't know where he hit him just now.

At the moment when Yu Zhiqian lay down, Simon Heyer stood up directly and quickly ran into the distance, and Yu Zhiqian, who was lying on the ground, saw Simon Heyer and immediately shot, but due to posture problems, the first shot missed.

Yu Zhiqian immediately got up from the ground and walked in the same direction as Simon Heyer, the two of them were more than 30 meters apart, running quickly, and Simon Heyer also saw Yu Zhiqian, pulling a gun and shooting.

The bullet hit the tree next to Yu Zhiqian, and Yu Zhiqian tilted the gun 45 degrees with his hand, using the holographic sight, to shoot, and now there are still eleven bullets, if these eleven bullets can't kill Simon Heyer, Yu Zhiqian must die.

Both of them are running with all their might, in the muddy snowfield, the two of them are constantly scurrying in the jungle, each other can clearly see each other's position, Yu Zhiqian is half-bent over, the muzzle of the gun has been pointed at Simon Heyer in the distance, there has been no good shooting angle, and the surrounding trees have become the best cover for Simon Heyer.

And Simon Heyer's situation is a little worse than Yu Zhiqian's, his shoulder is injured, every time Simon Heyer fires, it is a kind of torment, every time he raises his gun to shoot, he has to endure huge torment, and even the landing point of the bullet cannot be guaranteed.

Yu Zhiqian shot again, and the bullet hit the position in front of Simon Heyer, but it grazed Simon Heyer's body, Simon Heyer slipped and knelt, pulled the bolt, aimed at Yu Zhiqian, aimed and shot, in one go, the bullet still did not hit Yu Zhiqian, and hit a tree in front of Yu Zhiqian.

After the shooting, Simon Heye felt a pain in his shoulder, and the wound that had been simply bandaged just now broke again, but he still gritted his teeth, stood up, and continued to run forward, now if he stopped, he would definitely be killed, only in motion, is his chance.

Simon Heyer knew very well that his weapon was worse than the other party, and he was injured, while running, he quickly took out a magazine and pressed it into the magazine, and Yu Zhiqian saw Simon Heyer's movements, immediately stopped, took a deep breath, and then aimed at Simon Heyer's body, and pulled the trigger again.

Three bullets in a row hit Simon Heyer's side, but they just didn't hit Simon Heyer, and at this time, Simon Heyer had already changed the bullets, listening to the constant gunshots in his ears, and rejoicing in his luck, the bullets kept passing by.

Just when Yu Zhiqian was about to continue shooting, Simon Heyer suddenly jumped up, his body turned half a circle in the air, facing Yu Zhiqian, and in a short moment in the air, Simon Heyer fired, the weapon in his hand, as if his arm was extended, aimed straight at Yu Zhiqian, and then pulled the trigger.

At the same time, Yu Zhiqian also pulled the trigger, two people, two bullets, two different trajectories, coming in the opposite direction, and both of them had a thought in their hearts at the same time, hit!

Simon Heyer fell to the ground hard, was shot in the leg, a piece of flesh was taken away from the side of his thigh, and the blood stained most of the snow, Simon Heyer rolled around on the ground in pain, covered his leg with his hand, endured the pain with his injured hand, took out bandages and morphine from his pocket, and prepared to give himself emergency treatment.

He didn't look at Yu Zhiqian's situation, because he knew that his shot was hit, and it was hit in the chest of the bastard who didn't know what his name was, and had been trying to kill him, and the rifle bullet hit the chest, even if the gods went down to earth, they couldn't save it, first bandage themselves, and then go and see who that damn guy is!

Simon Heyer kept cursing Yu Zhiqian in his heart, there was no injustice or hatred, a person who had to kill himself would be confused to anyone, Simon Heyer was good-tempered and had fewer words, otherwise, he would have flipped the table a long time ago.

After treating his wounds, Simon Heyer fixed one of his legs with skis, and then limped slowly, little by little, towards Yu Zhiqian's position, and at a distance of thirty meters, he could only move slowly little by little.

"Damn it, who the hell are you and why are you killing me!" Simon Heye yelled at Yu Zhiqian's position like crazy, venting his dissatisfaction and depression.

"Damn it, damn it, I curse you to hell!" The Finns are relatively short of words, basically scolding people back and forth is just a few words, and there is no power at all, and Simon Heyer is getting closer and closer to Yu Zhiqian's position.

A few minutes ago, at the moment when Yu Zhiqian shot him, he knew that his shot had hit Simon Heyer, but at the same time, he also felt the breath of danger, and he didn't remember to react in any way, he felt that his chest was smashed on his chest by a giant hammer, and he immediately felt that the world was spinning, his head was black, and he fell to the ground.

When Yu Zhiqian opened his eyes again, he thought he was dead, or he thought it was the world after death, but the severe pain in his chest made Yu Zhiqian come back to his senses, he was still alive, and touched his chest hard, there was no blood, and his body armor was not penetrated.

But the body wants to move, but it is very difficult, I feel that my body does not have any strength, I want to get up from the ground, but I can't stand up, the inside of the body is like a fire uncomfortable, and the fingers are very uncomfortable.

There were all kinds of cries from Simon Heyer in the distance, and Yu Zhiqian couldn't help but secretly scold him in his heart, this guy is really a monster, he is not dead, he is not dead, he may be the one who died, Yu Zhiqian definitely can't sit still.

The weapon had been thrown aside, Yu Zhiqian reached out and wanted to take it, but found that he had no strength in his hand, and after scolding him in his heart, he struggled hard, stretched his hand to his thigh, and took out the pistol, he couldn't die here, he couldn't die in Simon Heyer's hands.

After holding the pistol, Yu Zhiqian loaded the bullet hard, breathed in a big gulp, and while recovering his strength, he waited for Simon Heyer to appear and do the final showdown.

Simon Heyer will definitely come, Yu Zhiqian trusts his own judgment!