Long Xiaoqi disappeared, and after dark, when there were only the last five kilometers left from Xiao Zhan and them, he completely disappeared without a trace.

None of the hidden surveillance cameras could catch him, as if a big living person had just disappeared out of thin air.

Originally, these troops were asleep, and suddenly they heard a shout.

"Long Xiaoqi is gone!"

In an instant, everyone's pajamas also disappeared with Long Xiaoqi's disappearance.

On the display, Long Xiaoqi's figure can no longer be found, and there is not the slightest trace of even using thermal imaging to find it.

"Could it be hidden there?" A professional soldier points to a place.

This is the intersection of two trees, and it's dark inside, making it a great hiding place, and if you want to lurk, this must be the first choice.

"Pull it over!"

The monitoring equipment began to pull the picture over, but found that there were no Tibetans here at all, and Long Xiaoqi did not choose an excellent hiding place.

"Here, here! Judging by my years of experience, Long Xiaoqi will definitely be hiding here! ”

The surveillance equipment pulled over again, only to find that there was still no one in the best hiding place.

"Here, according to the terrain environment and light angle, as well as the tactical determination of the direction, Long Xiaoqi must be hiding here. If he hadn't been hiding here, I'd call him uncle! ”

The camera stretches to reveal a visible white light in the darkness, and it is quickly determined that there is still no one here.

"Here, definitely here."

"No, no, he's here."

"You're all wrong, he's not in the tree at all, he's on the ground!"

“……”

A group of special elites expressed their opinions and pointed out where Long Xiaoqi might be lurking.

They behaved like a game in which ordinary people were looking for snipers on pictures, but no one had finished the game, and Long Xiaoqi was not in any of the locations they were pointing to.

Gone, really gone.

And at this moment, the failed special elites felt chills in their hearts, and they felt creepy against the wind and trees in the video.

Every soldier is an atheist, but the disappearing Long Xiaoqi makes them all quickly become theists.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, no matter how subtle a person's lurking is, it is impossible to escape so many pairs of eyes.

But the problem is that they just can't find Long Xiaoqi's location, no matter how hard it takes.

"The No. 1 assassin in China, well deserved."

"This is the real head hunter, the real king of individual soldiers, and he is still continuing his legend!"

“……”

Some people are not convinced, but they have to admit that Long Xiaoqi's legend really continues, even if he is a bastard.

At this moment, Long Xiaoqi, who was covered in darkness, walked over from the middle of the two trees like a ghost.

His movements are very light, revealing a very peculiar smell.

This is because his steps and body are strangely distorted, and if people see him, they will suspect that he is not a person.

But if you look at it carefully, you will suddenly realize.

His distortion was based on the two trees and the weeds in betweed, and his body was completely lost in the shadows of the darkness.

Darkness cannot be completely black, but the shadow in the darkness must be like a black hole, swallowing people into it and becoming without a trace.

But this is not the fundamental reason for Long Xiaoqi's disappearance, the fundamental reason is that he is avoiding the monitoring equipment.

It's an unrivalled sense of perception and a sharp embodiment of his role as a legendary hunter.

Long Xiaoqi is still advancing, like a ghost, so that no one can catch a single bit.

……

Xiao Zhan is resting, rest assured and bold.

The scholar squatted on the tree, dressed in disguise, and the whole person became one with the tree, and if you didn't pay attention to it, you would think of him as a part of the tree.

The left eye is open, the right eye is closed, like an owl waiting for the arrival of its prey.

The rest of the people were resting, disguising themselves and sleeping in various hiding spots.

The baby dragon was also sleeping, he slept heavier than everyone else, and his chubby and pink face was painted with camouflage oil, exhausted.

This kid is not trained, and as soon as he is thrown in, he follows his terrifying eldest sister and the tough eldest brother-in-law through the jungle.

Everything was normal, it was incredibly quiet, and there was no movement from after dark until four o'clock in the morning.

When he arrived at Kong Dasheng's class, he also squatted on a tree, using a rope to hang the whole person out, his body was full of camouflaged branches, and he squinted motionlessly to guard the surroundings.

He didn't realize that behind the big tree he was in, Long Xiaoqi was already standing there silently, waiting patiently motionlessly.

"Booming ......"

Kong Dasheng slowly retracted his body, and the branches on his body made a slight noise.

He is already very professional and professional, and he can keep his movements to a minimum.

It was time to change the whistle, and Kong Dasheng slipped down from the tree silently.

At this moment-

A saber was coldly placed around his neck from behind, and the coldness of the blade made all the goosebumps on his body appear excitedly.

Kong Dasheng's eyes widened fiercely, and his pupils contracted wildly, but he instantly revealed the helplessness of fear.

He was "killed"!

When Kong Dasheng turned his head and saw Long Xiaoqi's eyes, he felt like crying, because he didn't find anything unusual from beginning to end.

Is this the gap?

How long has it been, how did Long Xiaoqi come here from the northernmost side? Did he come all the way?

How could a man in his forties have such a strong physical ability?

Cheat?

No, it can't be cheating, everybody is watching.

Long Xiaoqi stretched out a finger and pressed it down twice, wiped his neck again, and silently told Kong Dasheng a reality: You are dead, let Lao Tzu sit on the ground obediently.

Kong Dasheng, who was already a "dead man", wanted to ask Long Xiaoqi how he touched this, but he couldn't speak.

To fight, you have to follow the rules.

So Kong Dasheng slowly sat on the ground with a collapsed face, pressed the communication device that represented death by himself, leaned his head against the tree, and watched Long Xiaoqi hold the saber and walk towards Long Baobao.

"Kong Dasheng, death!"

Clear voices rang out from the loudspeakers below the big screen, transmitting the battle to all who watched.

"Long Xiaoqi has already started to assassinate?"

"I saw it, I saw it!"

"Too ruthless, isn't it?"

“……”

When these observers couldn't find Long Xiaoqi, they began to fall asleep again, but they were suddenly awakened by this voice.

Long Xiaoqi began to assassinate, and he must not miss it!

……

The sleeping dragon baby was covered by a big hand coldly, and quickly opened his eyes.

Well? Dad?!

The dragon baby's eyes were simple and strange, and the strangeness contained confusion, and they all suspected that they had seen it wrong.

Long Xiaoqi picked up the dragon baby and took him away from this rest area silently.

"Do you know how good your dad and I are?" Long Xiaoqi lowered his voice and said, "In the past, you didn't want to be a soldier, so I won't talk about it, but now I have to let you know how ruthless you and I are." If you don't even have half of me, I'll beat you to death! ”

The dragon baby was so frightened that he shrunk his neck, but he didn't dare to say a word, just looked at the dark man pitifully.

"Learn a little, this confrontation is what Lao Tzu asked you to watch." Long Xiaoqi glared at his son and continued: "Other people's sons are good, if you dare to mess with me......"

The baby dragon was about to cry in fright, and her fleshy face was covered with fear and camouflage oil, and she reached out to rub her nose, and her face was covered with dust, which was full of funny.

Seeing his son like this, Long Xiaoqi suddenly became angry.

He wants to save face, his son is a dragon and a tiger, and his son is simply a meat ball, which is a very faceless thing.

"Stand still!" Long Xiaoqi scolded in a low voice.

The baby dragon hurriedly stood close to his hands, let his own Lao Tzu draw a circle for him, and stood inside obediently.

Long Xiaoqi touched the madman, moved the saber millimeter by millimeter, and finally put it on the other party's neck.

……

(End of chapter)