Polgar didn't react to the scrivener's words, as if she already knew, "I feel the same way." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The mystery is probably at the top of the mountain. She concluded.

The rain is still falling, but it is gradually decreasing. Neither of them had any intention of going up the mountain right away. There is also a sniper ambush on the opposite hill, like a time bomb, threatening anyone who appears on the boardwalk. Getting rid of the opponent is the most urgent idea of the scrivener, because no matter whether you go up or down the mountain, you can't do without the plank road, and you can leave alive if you are exposed to the enemy's guns?

The rain was decreasing very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a light rain. Visibility was rising, and the scrivener looked at the opposite mountain with the scope of a sniper rifle. Looming in the rain curtain, the eyes are full of green, and countless vines and plants hang down, enveloping the entire mountain. Finding a person is tantamount to finding a shrimp in a pond with dense aquatic plants.

Polgar's eyes were so keen that he immediately guessed what the scrivener box was doing, even though he didn't say anything. Polgar took out his binoculars from his package and scanned the mountain peaks opposite.

After the rain, the sun quickly emerged through the clouds. Visibility was surprisingly good, with every leaf on the opposite peak being clearly visible, and even insects on the leaves.

The scrivener and Polgar remained motionless, as the enemy on the opposite peak was equally staring at them. With such good visibility, every subtle movement may attract the attention of the other party.

After the rain, the sun became hotter and hotter after being washed by the rain, and the strong light shone on the vast mountains. The air is very humid, like a big steamer. Soon both the scrivener and Polgar's forehead were sweating, dripping down his sideburns. But no one wiped it with their hands, and it would have attracted deadly bullets.

After a long confrontation, both sides showed great patience in order to eat each other, and sweat soaked their whole bodies, as if steaming in a steamed pot of steamed buns. The sun seemed to be fixed high in the sky, and there was no intention of sinking in the west, and the heat was thrown without reservation.

The scrivener has the feeling of heat stroke, and the secret feeling in my heart is not good, and if I continue to consume it like this, I will die of heat and thirst without being killed by the enemy.

Polgar's condition was not much better, her body was next to the scrivener, and the latter could feel that her skin was burning and her sweat was dripping down, which was a precursor to heat stroke.

I have to admire Polgar's determination, he didn't make a move from beginning to end, and kept holding the binoculars and looking ahead, searching for the enemy in the dark.

What a powerful woman, this is the secret way in the heart of the scrivener. Such a woman is simply born for war, with a beautiful skin and no taste of a woman. This is also the idea of a scrivener.

Their heads were almost together, and the scrivener was slightly turned to the side of the face, just to Polgar's forehead. There was more than a rush from nowhere, and the scrivener stuck out his tongue and licked Polgar's forehead. A salty, feminine flavor spreads in the mouth.

Polgar didn't react, as if it had been a fly on his forehead.

The scrivener is secretly surprised, such a powerful woman, so indifferent to such a play! The old generation actually had no malice in his heart, and the beads of sweat on Polgar's forehead were dripping down, and some of them dripped into his eyes, which was very uncomfortable and would have an impact on his eyesight. Moreover, the signs of heat stroke in Polgar are obvious, the forehead is hot, and licking with the tongue is also a kind of cooling, and many animals are so happy to escape the heat when they encounter high temperatures.

The scrivener is more really helpful to Polgar, and by the way, tease her, and try how high this woman's concentration is. I hope Polgar doesn't misunderstand, the scrivener thought to himself.

More than an hour passed, and the sun finally turned west, and the temperature was dropping, but people didn't feel very comfortable. The clothes all over the body were soaked with sweat, and the original rain was wet and sticking to the body, like a shroud.

Polgar's face was flushed and his skin was very hot and hot. The scrivener is not good, and it is dangerous for Polgar to continue like this. However, the enemy on the opposite side is very patient, and there is no sign of exposure, which makes people unable to start.

This is where the confidence of a ninja killer lies, what is a ninja? It is to be able to endure the hardships that ordinary people can't endure, and to do things that ordinary people can't do.

The scrivener was almost giving up, he no longer expected to snipe his opponent, he just hoped that it would get dark soon, and then he would be able to move freely and Polgar would be saved. It's just that in Polgar's current form, can it hold out until dark?

The scrivener stuck out his tongue again and licked Polgar's forehead, trying to cool down.

Polgar's eyes were glued to the telescope, and despite his poor physical condition, he did not slack off. Like a stone elephant.

"Dai, I've found out." Polgar moved his lips and whispered. Due to the lack of water for a long time, the lips have long been chapped, and there is no trace of water in the mouth. Speech is slurred.

The scrivener was shocked, "Where?" He asked.

"At two o'clock, we're slightly up at eye level." Polgar explained.

The scrivener box watched along the direction of the guide, and the aiming lens of the sniper rifle searched back and forth, but there was nothing to see except a large expanse of green. Only a small bird was seen perched on a branch, seeming to be foraging. Even the birds weren't disturbed, was there really anyone?

"Still haven't found it." Scrivener tells the truth.

“turkey。” Polgar said softly.

Scrivener knew that it meant stupid, and after a long time of contact with the British and Americans, his English level climbed all the way, and his ordinary spoken language could not help him. He didn't refute it either, and continued to search, still to no avail.

"At two o'clock, my gaze panned upwards. There was a vine whose leaves were withering. Polgar said again.

This time the scrivener was finally discovered, and I didn't see anyone, but really saw a slightly withered vine. It is said that it is slightly wilted because the leaves of this vine are slightly wilted, probably due to sun exposure. Think about it from another angle: this vine has been cut......

The scrivener looked carefully with wide eyes, and the scope was full of leaves, and he still couldn't see people. Polgar probably didn't see anyone either, but he could tell by a wilted vine that there was something. The accuracy of the sniper rifle scope is even better than that of a telescope, and he can't see Polgar absolutely can't see it. The advantage of a telescope is that it has a large observation range and is easier to search.

"Found it." The scrivener responded to Polgar, "Do you want to shoot?" He asked again.

"Open." Polgar responded.

The scrivener didn't say anything about it, concentrating on finding the firing part, and from which direction the bullet drilled in the most lethal. Since you can't see your opponent, you can only judge by experience. The trend of the mountain, the trend of the vegetation, and so on are all the basis for judgment, and only by judging what posture people are lurking in can it make sense to shoot.