Henry spun the wheel along the rugged mountain road as he took in his surroundings. The rolling mountains in front of you are majestic and precipitous, and the mountain road is like a giant python entrenched in the mountains, extending with the ups and downs of the cliffs like knives and axes.

For him, a sniper, the mountains and fields are the areas he is most familiar with, whether it is a field battle or an ambush, this place allows him to attack and retreat as he wants. This is not like a bustling city, once he is discovered by his opponent, he is faced with countless military and police surrounding, no matter whether he completes the mission or not, there is no possibility of escape.

There are few vehicles on the mountain road, and occasionally a few large trucks carrying heavy goods can be seen, moving up the steep hill like a snail, and the diesel engines roaring like old cows.

Henry drove the black sedan at a high speed, and the special driving training he received in the special forces made it seem easy for him to drive on such a steep mountain road. He turned the steering wheel nimbly with his left hand, pressed his right hand against the pistol handle in the passenger seat, his expression was grim, and his pale blue eyes flashed with a cold light.

The trail is getting narrower and narrower, and the lane, which used to be two up and two down, suddenly becomes a one-way lane on the hillside. When oncoming cars intersect, both cars are extremely cautious when they make a mistake, and if they are not careful, they may hit a steep rock wall on the side of the road or rush out of a cliff on the other side.

The mountain climbs steeper and steeper, with towering mountains on the left side of the road and bottomless cliffs on the right. At this time, Henry also slowed down the car, and his right hand was tightly pressed to the steering wheel, and he secretly said in his heart: No wonder vehicles are so scarce, driving on such a steep mountain road, it is easy to lose his life without excellent driving skills.

He turned an elbow-like bend in the mountainside and saw a cliff straight up and down the road in front of him. A white stream is falling down a crack in the cliff.

The hard rock beside the road has been washed out of a groove of three or four square meters by the endless stream of water, forming a small puddle, and the overflowing water slowly flows down the road and down the cliff on the opposite side.

Henry immediately looked at the front and rearview mirrors, and saw that there were no vehicles in front of or behind, so he slowly parked the car on the side of the road near the cliff, then picked up the pistol in the passenger seat and inserted it into his waist, then jumped out of the car and opened the trunk, took out the owner's body from it and threw it off the cliff.

He looked silently at the bottom of the cliff, and the corpse fell rapidly down the steep stone wall, and soon turned into a small black dot, and only after a few minutes did he hear a faint "pop" sound below.

He took a light breath of cold air, judging from the time the corpse had fallen to the bottom of the cliff, which was at least a thousand meters long. Driving on this kind of road, once you accidentally rush off the cliff, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

He disposed of the corpse, and his heart relaxed a lot. Don't look at the weight of more than 100 catties on the car, but if there is a battle on this steep mountain road, the corpse of more than 100 catties is very likely to affect the driving flexibility of the vehicle.

He turned to look at the road in front of him, rubbed his hands that had just finished disposing of the corpse, looked up at the gray sky again, and then walked to the puddle on the other side of the road and crouched down, rubbing his hands vigorously in the cold water, as if to wash away something.

Wash your hands after killing, Henry, the Black Hawk sniper, has formed such a habit, in fact, he himself doesn't know why? After every killing, he had a strong urge to wash his hands. Perhaps, in his subconscious, he was disgusted by this murderous act? Or do you want to wash away the sins on your hands? He has killed countless people, and he doesn't understand when he developed such a habit.

He rubbed his hands vigorously in the water for a while, then raised his hands into the air and looked at them carefully, and after confirming that they were very clean, he put his hands into the cold stream again, took a handful of the stream water to his mouth and took a sip, and then bent down to wash his face with the cold water, and then looked up at the air.

He held the cold stream water in his mouth for a while before swallowing it slowly to prevent the cold water from irritating his stomach. The cold stream slowly flowed down his esophagus, which made his head much lighter, and he looked into the gray air and said to himself, "Is it snowing in a place like this?" ”

At this moment, a large truck full of goods slowly approached from the bottom of the mountain road. The steep hill made the truck's engine let out a heavy wheezing sound, and black smoke erupted from the exhaust pipe behind the car.

Henry frowned and raised his hand to cover his nose, turning his face to the cliff next to him, so that the people in the car would not see his face.

When the truck slowly passed by him, he turned to look at the way he came, and at the bend in front of him was a huge mountain rock, like a sharp giant sword stuck into the air, and the sharp cliff top was like a sharp sword tip, and a cold air was bubbling in the dark air. On the side is a bottomless cliff, and the undulating mountains in the distance have been shrouded in a white mist.

Henry squatted beside the stream and took another sip of cold water, then stood up and stared at the steep mountain rock like a giant sword again, and slowly drank the stream water in his mouth, a cold feeling immediately rose from his heart, he unconsciously shivered, and a very familiar feeling suddenly surged in his mind: danger!

This is the sixth feeling formed on the bloody battlefield all year round, and I am being followed! It was the same feeling he felt when he was locked in the wilderness by his opponent's sniper rifle.

The pupils of Henry's eyes contracted suddenly, and his right hand quickly reached the pistol handle at his waist, and he quickly ran to the side of the car and pulled the car door, and then stepped on the accelerator and rushed down the hill in front of him.

The black sedan ran like madness down the narrow mountain road, and did not slow down at the bend, and the wheels spun sharply from the edge of the cliff with a sharp grinding sound and black smoke rising from the violent friction of the strands.

Henry drove the car nervously, his hands and feet on the car as fast as he could. But he was thinking calmly in his mind: there is a pursuer behind, this must be the leopard that combines man and beast, others don't have the ability to catch up in such a short time.

Now that there are pursuers, it means that the other party has noticed that he is walking on this road, and a large number of military police will definitely arrive in front.

Henry thought of this and suddenly excited: now he can't drive on the mountain road for a long time, only by abandoning the car and going into the vast mountains, according to the complex mountainous terrain, it is possible to get rid of the military police who are about to arrive, and it is possible to face the leopard head-on without interference.