The scrivener has been secretly watching some dark corner, and he will not hesitate to pull the trigger whenever the mysterious gunman appears. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Time passed slowly, and there was no movement for a full quarter of an hour. The scrivener was speechless, and the mysterious gunman was very calm. The more this happened, the more it aroused his desire to fight, and he didn't really experience the thrill of hunting for several days, only hunting the strong had the pleasure. He thought of the Japanese woman, the gunman was probably the same as the existence of that level, and I hope not to disappoint him.

Finally, the other party still moved, and a black shadow appeared in the stone forest, slowly moving in another direction. This guy is going to change directions.

The scrivener immediately aimed the muzzle of the gun, and it was impossible to see the real thing, and it was roughly aimed at the top of the black shadow, which was the position of the head.

It has to be said that the mysterious gunman is very cunning, his body is always attached to the stalactite, it is difficult to distinguish, and the movement speed is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which is difficult to grasp. I looked at the scrivener for a long time, but I was never sure. If you can't kill with one hit, the consequences will be very serious. will inevitably fall into endless mutual sniping, and the outcome is unpredictable. Moreover, several other Japanese soldiers have guns in their hands, and the situation will be very passive.

The scrivener knows the consequences of this shot, and it must be killed with one hit, otherwise there will be endless troubles. His heart was beating faster, and he was a little nervous. He admonished himself not to be nervous, just like killing ordinary prey. When he was a child, his grandfather taught him that the more fierce the prey, the more he should not be nervous, and nervousness will lead to the loss of accuracy in shooting, and the consequences are very serious.

The scrivener slowed down his breathing, calmed his heartbeat, and the tension was slowly relieved. Finally, the opportunity presented itself, and the enemy looked up at something. Of course, the scrivener box will not let go, and decisively pull the trigger. A line of fire swept through the stone forest, hitting the target with accuracy.

The black shadow seemed to have been drained of its vitality by a bullet, and fell to the ground motionless, without the scene of blood splashing and the sound of painful howls. Everything is done in the ordinary.

"Just dead?" The scrivener was a little unconvinced, but he was confident in his marksmanship when he hit the other party. But why do I always feel unsteady in my heart? If you want to see people alive and die to see corpses, this is the idea of the scrivener, and if the other party is not completely dead, he doesn't mind making up another shot. He approached his target, and the muzzle of the gun never left.

The natives sensed the change and were overwhelmed by the sudden gunfire, none of them knew how to use guns, and the Japanese would not shoot their own people. The natives are confused, demoralized to the extreme, and have little hope of turning the tables around. They were surprised by the sudden sound of gunfire, but they did not think it was a turning point.

The Japanese in the center of the venue were also aware of the change, and they were equally confused, not believing that the guns were fired by the natives, or perhaps a misunderstanding between their own people. They put almost all their energy on the mysterious flowers. It was still a flower bone just now, but now it has bloomed one after another, and it is extremely demonic under the firelight. Their purpose may be almost there.

The scrivener is cautious, slowly approaching the goal, every step is slow and solid. The place was dim and the firelight barely shone. The distance was close to ten meters, and the scrivener took out a pistol from his waist, which was directly a shuttle bullet.

Dense tongues of fire flew towards the target, and the scrivener had never intended to take any chances, and a shuttle of bullets would have worked better than anything else. A black shadow rolled quickly on the ground, trying to get out of the bullet's fire. It's a pity that it didn't work. The dense bullets form a net of firepower, and there is no way to avoid it.

The scrivener sneered, and sure enough, there was a problem, the other party was not dead, and he had been pretending, preparing for a thunderous blow after he approached. It's a pity that the other party made a mistake, and the scrivener didn't want to be entangled too much at all, so he got it directly.

Finally, some Japanese people realized that something was wrong, and it didn't seem like a misunderstanding, it was clearly the rhythm of fighting to the death. Who is it? Who is stirring up the situation, the Japanese face is full of consternation, it is possible that there is a third party intervening, the situation is not good.

The natives were also surprised, obviously helping themselves, who is this mysterious person?

The scrivener box became the focal point, and almost all eyes were on that direction. This was by no means a good sign, and he quickly hid in the stone forest and changed positions.

The vast space fell silent, and no one knew what would happen next. The wizard's old face is uncertain, and the most elite power in the clan has been completely wiped out, do you still have to fight to the death? He's not stupid, he knows someone is helping them, but for what purpose? Is it the same as the purpose of the Japanese? It is not impossible to drive away a tiger and another leopard.

With a bang, a line of fire flew towards the central area, and the head of a Japanese soldier exploded. Horror, every Japanese soldier's face was full of horror. They were not terrified of their partner's death, but of the bullet that killed them. Guns are their reliance, and they are the capital to fight and confront the natives. But if the enemy also has a shooter with a gun, then ......

The indigenous people were like chicken blood, one by one blood spurted, they were suppressed very miserably just now, and many new forces died. Now the opportunity for revenge has come, although they didn't do it, but they still feel very excited. Watching the Japanese reveal the explosion, the indigenous people were extremely comfortable, and the breath that was pressing on their hearts finally came out.

Bang, another Japanese body burst into a bloody mist and fell to the ground. Watching his companion fall to the ground, the living were furious, and the muzzle of the gun burst into the direction where the bullet was flying. The scrivener took refuge in bunker and let the bullets rattle against the rocks. Five, and five living Japanese, should be three and a half in terms of combat effectiveness, and that expert-like person is unarmed and not considered combat effectiveness; There is also a seriously injured body, which can only be counted as half of the combat effectiveness. The other three also have two people hanging the lottery, but they are relatively light and barely full of blood.

One of the Japanese shouted something to the expert, as if urging, the situation was not good, and they could not hold out for long. The expert was immersed in the flowers from beginning to end, unconcerned about the fierce battle beside him, as if it had nothing to do with him. The urging of his companions did not affect him, and he still devoted himself to it.

The emotions of the natives were thoroughly aroused, and crossbow arrows flew indiscriminately to attack the Japanese. The scrivener was thus given a respite and broke free from the suppression of the fire. Aim at a Japanese soldier who is shooting frantically and pull the trigger decisively. The line of fire cut through the darkness, but no blood splattered. The other party is very cunning, and he changes his position with one shot, and the moment the scrivener pulls the trigger, this guy just moves his position. The bullet hit the stalactite, and the spark burst out.

The morale of the natives was high again, and there was someone secretly helping them, giving them full confidence and desire to fight.