The white parachute landed steadily, standing on top of the tall building, and you could vaguely see a black shadow flashing out quickly from under the parachute, and then disappeared into the darkness that the lights could not illuminate.

"Didn't the people of the Cobra never think about the safety of their companions? He left the poison god behind just to buy him some time to escape, right? Nighthawk muttered to herself.

Having dealt with Cobra for so long, he already has a general understanding of the psychology of these people. If you want to be the best killer, you must first be ruthless, simply put, you are self-conscious, and there is only yourself in their world, and there is no room for anyone. If the killers had feelings, they would not be far from death.

A shackled killer is tantamount to suing others that you have weaknesses, just like chasing in the sand. Even if he hides his family well, Cobra can still find out his hidden weaknesses. Because in this terrible organization, there is no room for people who cannot be controlled.

The cold wind kicked the corpse of the poison god off the building with a strong kick, and the corpse of the poison god looked light and fluttering, not much different from a dry corpse. He has been immersed in the world of poison for many years, and those poisons have not only helped him achieve great things, but also made him inhuman.

Footsteps rang out downstairs, gunshots rang out sporadically, and it was obvious that the killers who attacked downstairs had been wiped out. At this time, the guards guarding the building should be almost to the top of the building, and they are coming to protect the black tiger.

Nighthawk picked up the radio again and whispered into it: "Everyone, immediately lock on the figure of the killer who just escaped, you must not let him run away, you must not let him run away, act immediately." ”

"Need my help? We Orions have a strong presence in Aragon, and as long as we blockade this city, not even a fly can fly out. I'm going to let the killers know that they're messing with the wrong people. The black tiger looked angry.

In Aragon, he was almost killed in the Tiger Hunting Group's den. At this moment, the killer ran for his life, and he wanted to chase after him and shoot Sava in the head, clearly telling him what terrible person you had provoked.

"That's great, please lock down the whole city immediately. That guy must not let him run away, or he will become a nightmare that haunts us forever. "Nighthawk knows too well the way cobras behave, and knows that if they do, they will become a plaster that will haunt you all the time.

"Then I'm sorry for you, anyway, I'm sure the killers won't find me after today. But I don't want anything to happen to my friends, they have to continue living here. Leng Feng glanced at the Black Tiger, and then looked at the Nighthawk with a request in his eyes.

"Do you still need to say that? It was my responsibility to kill the killer. Nighthawk laughed and turned to walk downstairs. At the same time, the Black Tiger also issued a kill order to the entire Orion Organization, killing Savoy as soon as he saw it, and never letting him escape from Aragorn. And block the entire city out of the city, not even a single mosquito is allowed to fly out.

The streets immediately boiled over, and all kinds of cars were filled with members of the Tiger Hunting Organization, who searched the entire street. The motorcyclists also joined in, and they were more agile and rode their motorcycles through the streets.

The Black Tiger offered a high bounty, and he didn't need to be captured alive, as long as he killed Savoy, he could get a reward of 500,000 US dollars. In Aragon, 500,000 is a very tempting number. The whole city, whether it was a tiger hunt or not, was mobilized, and people even had to check the bins for fear of missing a single thing.

Sometimes, it is more effective to mobilize the whole people than to use an army. Every cell in Aragon was boiling, and this night was destined to be a sleepless night that affected many people.

Sava poked his head out of a garbage heap, annoying flies hovering overhead, and a disgusting stench all over his nose. A group of motorcyclists had just walked here, and before that group, three groups had already passed here.

The dump that seems to have been chosen by Sava is so smelly that no one wants to dig deep into the thick garbage to see if anyone is hiding inside. According to normal thinking, no one would want to hide in such a place for a long time. I'm afraid that no one else will look for it, and the stench alone will stink the killer to death.

Khasava was no ordinary man, and he underwent rigorous killer training in order to keep him from fearing any environment. Not to mention that this is just a garbage dump, even if it is a pile of rotting corpses, Sava can leisurely watch the rotten meat and eat a delicious meal for a week.

Watching the motorcycle team fade away, Sava slowly crawled out of the garbage heap. The clothes had turned black, and there were sticky objects hanging from them, which was disgusting.

But he didn't care about those things at all, and his right arm was still grunting with blood. Earlier, Yaksha's shot pierced his right arm at a critical moment, but fortunately it was a shot fired in an emergency, otherwise with the power of a sniper rifle, his arm would have been completely scrapped.

But Rao was like this, and his right arm was almost completely unable to move. A huge wound was bubbling with blood in his arm like an evil bloody hole, his bones and meridians were broken, and there was no hope that the ligaments and tendons would be connected, and even if he were healed, his arm would be significantly slower than his left hand in the future.

In Ezawa's situation at the time, if he didn't run away, he could only be shot by a sniper gun. So he wisely chose to escape, and if he escaped, he still had a chance, and he could only wait for death to stay there.

He quickly bandaged his wound as he passed the door of a medical station, went in and killed everyone in the store, and then fled in a hurry with a pile of emergency kits. Later, seeing that the streets were full of people searching for him, Savoy immediately understood what had happened, and as long as he was in Aragon, he did not escape the control of his opponents.

So he hurriedly escaped into what he thought was an ideal garbage dump, and managed to evade several tracks. Now he had to bandage his wound before anyone else came, the massive blood loss had already made his mind a little unclear, and he even had double vision in his eyes in a trance.

He knew that if he didn't treat himself, he would soon die like a wild dog on the way to escape.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated his entire body. Savoa, who was urgently giving himself an infusion, looked up sharply. Searchlights shone from all directions, and for a moment he felt like he was in a world of light. Maybe his mind was a little dizzy, and he couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead for a while.

"You're really good at choosing a place, why don't you choose a toilet and jump in?" Nighthawk smiled and walked out of the light, his figure standing tall and inviolable like a giant in the light of the searchlight.

"How did you find me?" Sava knew that he was finished, and he was chased by someone like Nighthawk, and with his current strength, he could only wait for death.

"Don't you know that there are a lot of hunting dogs in the Tiger Hunting Organization? Give them a sniff of your blood, and even if you do hide in a dirty toilet, we can still find you. Nighthawk pointed to the side, and Sava faintly saw in the distance in the light of the pillar of light, several men leading several fierce wolfdogs.

Their flickering eyes were staring at him for a moment, their fierce light and sharp fangs as if they were eager to rush up and tear Sava apart right now.

Sava shook his head with a wry smile: "I didn't expect an explorer of life to die in this place in the end, it's really tragic." ”

"Are you an explorer of life?" Nighthawk looked at him mockingly: "You are just a clown at most, playing stunts, pursuing excitement, and a qiē is just proving your existence." You are a murderer, you should have died a long time ago. Today, I'm going to send you to hell. ”

Nighthawk pulled out the dagger in his other trousers, he didn't have a Decepticon with him, he only had a dagger and a slinger on this mission. The slinger ended the life of the poison god, and now this military dagger is going to end the life of the last killer.

"Do you think you can kill me lightly?" Sava suddenly stood up from the garbage heap, and although he was covered in flies at the moment, the beast-like eyes of that team revealed that he was definitely not an opponent to be insulted casually.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you." Nighthawk still looked at him mockingly, he had already figured out Savoy's routine, this guy was relying on his incredible speed, and then formed a huge impact, so that his strength looked quite terrifying.

"I'm coming!" As if greeting an old friend, Sava suddenly rushed over from the garbage heap. His speed was still so fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to blink.

He knew he was going to die, but he still had to let go and fight hard. This is what he proves as a killer that he has saved zài, even if he is dead, he wants others to remember that he once saved zài.

"It's fast, but there are a lot of flaws." Nighthawk didn't move, staring straight at Savoy's rushing figure.

The black shadow flashed a vague light in the dim light, like a comet flying from the sky. A smile slowly appeared on Nighthawk's lips, and the flaw he was talking about was Savoy's injured right arm. Because his right arm couldn't move, half of his body was sluggish.

"It's now." As Sava was about to make a move, Nighthawk swooped down, his saber lifted from the bottom up, and grazed Sava through his neck.

He didn't use any force, just tore his neck with the inertia of Savoie's forward lunge. Sava took a few more steps forward, blood already spilled all over his body.

He didn't even have the strength to turn back, and all he could do was make a strange and unpleasant sound in his throat. This killer, who was feared by even the poison gods, finally slowly fell, and when he died, he still exuded a strong stench.

Nighthawk turned around and looked at Sava who had fallen to the ground and twitched, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth slowly retracted.

"This is the real end, Killer, you should think of this day, right?" Nighthawk slowly raised his head, finally resolving all potential crises.