The figure was very fast, and in a few ups and downs it broke away from the burning car. Many people didn't notice this figure at all, and under the attack of Cheng Dù just now, people's first reaction would not be to think that someone would actually come out alive.

But Nighthawk saw it, including the three people standing next to Nighthawk. They were closest to the location, and they spotted it immediately.

Time was so tight that they didn't have time to say hello to each other and take any precautions. However, the close cooperation that had been working for a long time also had an effect at this time, and without any greetings, the four of them had already taken action at the same time.

A long arrow that pierced the air shot at the figure in his path just before it was out of everyone's sight, and with a bang, the powerful explosive force contained in the arrow instantly created a huge cloud of explosions. The figure was stopped from moving at this point.

At the same time, the figure was surrounded by bullets at the same time. The smoke was filling, and the man couldn't move an inch. Although his actions have exceeded ordinary people's expectations, he is still forcibly blocked.

Nighthawk was already standing on the periphery of the smoke, and it was he who had given the order to the three of them to stay alive at the most critical moment. There was only one killer left, and perhaps some important information could be drawn from his mouth, and if it wasn't for Nighthawk's order, I'm afraid this killer would have been blown to pieces.

The smoke slowly cleared, and Nighthawk finally saw the figure standing on an isolated island. All around him were deeply dented, and the hardened ground around him was shattered by the repurposed bullets. It was as if he was standing on an island, but the eyes that looked at Nighthawk were full of indifference.

"Name, where do you come from?" Nighthawk asked coldly, simply without a trace of emotion. He knew that there was no point in talking nonsense with these cobra killers, these people were simply emotionless killers.

The tall man looked at Nighthawk and shook his head helplessly: I don't have a name, if you want to call it, just call me a monk! Nighthawk looked at this tall man, he was about two meters tall, his skin was a little dark, his body was very strong, his black hair and black eyes, and he was typical of Asians.

"Monk? Do monks also be killers? Nighthawk looked at the tall man mockingly.

The monk smiled and said, "I wasn't a killer before, but I had my best friend in Cobra, and I owed him a favor, so I joined Cobra." There is no way, what a man owes, he has to pay back with his life. Nighthawk nodded, surprised that the monk could say such a thing. I can't help but have a little respect for him, looking at his appearance, he really doesn't look like a killer. But experience tells him that looking at a person cannot just look at the surface.

"Anyway, you're a killer now, aren't you? Are you trying to quibble with me with such words? Nighthawk still asked coldly.

The monk laughed, tears coming out of his eyes. He shook his head and said, "I never thought that you would let me go because you heard my words, depending on your methods, as long as the killer who is caught, he will definitely die, right?" Nighthawk nodded, then shook his head, "You can also choose to stay in prison, at least it will save your life." The monk smiled and said: "My monk is used to it, that kind of life is worse than death, and I will never try it in my life." Okay, if you want to kill me, don't be a mother-in-law. At this time, the special forces had already surrounded the two of them in the middle, and hundreds of guns were pointed at the monk's head at the same time. Even if he has the ability to reach the sky, he can't escape from here, so he simply closes his eyes and doesn't run away.

Nighthawk's affection for this guy has been strengthened, and he treats death as home, isn't it the spirit that they respect most for these soldiers? It's just a pity that the guy on the other side who sees death as if he is at home is a killer.

"Are you the leader of this operation?" Nighthawk asked.

The monk opened his eyes and smiled: "No." Nighthawk was shocked, the monk's skills were very good, comparable to the top killer of any cobra he had ever seen. He was sure that this guy's skills would definitely occupy an upper position within the eye snake.

He suddenly thought of something and looked back at the three nanny cars that had burned out. At this time, the three cars were already surrounded, and although the fire was burning, the special forces still did not dare to let down their vigilance, but they were told that these killers might get back up even if they were hit in the head.

No, there's something wrong. But what was wrong, Nighthawk couldn't think of it for a while. He looked back at the smiling monk and felt that he had overlooked something.

"You are not the commander of this operation, and the people you bring should only be a branch force." Nighthawk suddenly figured it out, and shouted to the monk: "There are only more than twenty people in three cars at most, but this time you dispatched more than sixty people. What about the others? This is not a place for large forces to gather at all. ”

The monk laughed and looked at Nighthawk with admiration: "You are Nighthawk, I heard two friends often mention you." Say that you are a very terrible person, as long as you are targeted, this life will be over. I used to think that they were scared by you, like a woman. But now it seems that their praise is well deserved. ”

Nighthawk smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If this is a compliment, then thank you two friends." But what I want to know now is, where are the other killers? ”

The monk shook his head: "Although I don't like cobras, I also hate their ways. But my friend is in Cobra, and I can't tell you where they're going. Even if I die, I can't betray my friends. ”

"Your friends are doing something really crazy, they're going to kill a lot of people, you don't want a lot of people to die because of your friends, do you?" Nighthawk roared, he had already seen that this monk was different from other killers, he was like a sheep mixed in the killer's hands, and he still retained his innocence and kindness in the bloody world.

The monk was silent for a moment, as if he was making a difficult decision. A complicated look could be seen on his face, both of consideration for his friend and concern for the terrible things Nighthawk had said.

Finally, he raised his head under Nighthawk's expectation, and looked at Nighthawk with sharp eyes: "Actually, I have already returned my love to my friend, but the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring, and I have already sworn to repay him with my life." ”

Nighthawk was a little disappointed, and just wanted to speak, only to hear the monk continue: "However, if you can win against me, I will tell you their whereabouts." It's not like I've betrayed my friend, it's just that I'm invincible. ”

The monk laughed and clenched his fists: "But don't think that I will show mercy, this should be the last battle of my life, and I will not leave any regrets for myself." And I heard that you are very powerful, my biggest hobby in life is to find powerful people to fight, be careful, don't become my unjust soul. ”

"Captain, don't believe him, arrest him, we have the most advanced technology to extract confessions, and we will definitely be able to get the information out of his mouth." Yaksha reminded aside.

Nighthawk looked at the monk and saw him smile unchanged. If Nighthawk really agreed to Yaksha to do this, he thought that the monk would definitely be caught again, and he was already a turtle in the urn anyway. It's just that at that time, he will underestimate the Nighthawk, although the Nighthawk doesn't care, but being looked down upon by such a person who sees death as home, he will be awkward in his heart for the rest of his life.

"No need, I promise him." Nighthawk unloaded the weapons on his body one by one and said coldly, "If your guess is correct, we don't have enough time. He knew the full plan, and more importantly, for a real man, give him a fight, and he would end up laughing. ”

The monk laughed and didn't say anything more. He stood opposite the Nighthawk, his gaze growing cold. Nighthawk could feel the murderous aura coming from the monk, a man who could be in awe of him.

"Be careful, I'm coming." The monk actually reminded Nighthawk before attacking, much to Nighthawk's surprise. But then he wasn't surprised, because this guy was really fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Nighthawk, and his speed was more direct than that of the Ghost Hand, without any change. The monk's fist is infinitely enlarged, and the fist brings a thousand catties of huge force, and the skin of the person who can be scraped even from a long distance hurts.

Nighthawk's strengthened body could resist any physical attack, but he didn't dare to take the monk's punch. He knew that even if the surface of his body could withstand the attack, his internal organs would inevitably be injured.

"Sure enough, it's a master, you should be careful." There was also a moment when his body was shorter, and he didn't want to take advantage of the monk, so he also reminded loudly before the counterattack.

Nighthawk's speed was close to the ghost movement of the ghost hand, and in the monk's eyes, he suddenly disappeared in front of him like a shadow. But he quickly discovered that Nighthawk had actually flashed to his side, and his fist turned hard in the air and slammed into him.

The two of them exchanged four punches without any fancy, and the huge force caused both of them to retreat at the same time. But after only a short retreat, the two of them collided together again like clocks with enough clockwork.

Boom, boom............. punch after punch, Nighthawk only felt that every time he hit his body, it was as if he had been crushed by a road roller, and his body was uncomfortable.

The monk felt the same way, his strength was unmatched in the cobra, and he usually couldn't catch his three punches. It was what he was most proud of, but now Nighthawk not only caught his three punches, but also felt like he couldn't bear it.

Only then did he really believe that this man was really the man who could make the whole cobra tremble. The last glimmer of hope for a struggle vanished from his eyes, and he laughed, retracting his fist just as he was about to collide with Nighthawk's fist.

Nighthawk's fist slammed into his chest, and the monk spurted a mouthful of blood and flew out like a broken kite.