Hans felt as if he was in the spotlight of the awards gala, his hostile gaze shining through his entire body like a dazzling searchlight, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead. Clearly, he sensed the malice of the Ice Giant Charlie and his subordinates.

In many cases, the quality of a tough guy is reflected in the fact that even if he pulls a lot of hatred, he can still stand tall, just eat a big bag of bad-tasting mustard powder, and Hans belongs to this category of people. Seeing that the purpose of the trip had been achieved, he turned around and took a few generous steps to show that he did not mind.

Then, he saw that in the snow in front of him, his figure was drowned in a large shadow, and there were bursts of rushing running, shouting, and roaring behind him. Old Hans wiped the cold sweat with his left hand, and with his right hand, he lifted his previous tool of crime, the Oriental Stick, and staggered all the way to the preset ambush point.

If, at this moment, someone looks down from a height of a hundred meters from the valley, they will observe an interesting phenomenon, a black dot is moving at high speed, and behind him, less than ten meters away, at least one reinforced company of soldiers is following his footsteps, the distance between the two sides is close and far, there seems to be a special tacit understanding, but old Hans can always make sure not to be caught by the soldiers.

In less than a minute, hundreds of people, including Hans, chased after me, at least ran a few miles, such a speed is estimated that even the World Championships long-distance running champion will be ashamed of himself, and the martial artist is still breathing evenly, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, this level of training is not enough for him to warm up, but the toy soldiers are out of breath and can't bear it.

Hans saw that the speed of the pursuers began to slow down when he threw off a distance of dozens of meters, so he turned his head and yelled: "Boys, you can't have breakfast, right?" ”

He paused slightly, grabbed it with his big hand, rubbed a large snowball in the snow, pinched it tightly, and threw it backwards, and the snowball dangled in mid-air and hit the soldiers.

"Alas!" , a toy soldier was unfortunately hit, drenched in snow stains, and his body was stunned.

"Damn fellow!"

"Let's work hard, catch him and kill him!" , The toy soldiers talked a lot, became angry, quickened their pace, and the catch-up game began again.

"The enemy is about to enter the ambush circle, Bob, Kaede is in position", Yang Jian sat on the snowdrift and gave the order, while playing with a small snowball with both hands.

Bao Zhuangshi occupies the commanding heights, holding the lightsaber steadily, standing proudly, looking ahead, his body exudes blood light, the power of blood in his body rolls uneasily, and the violent aura spreads, as if he will taste the taste of blood if he doesn't agree with a word.

The sharpshooter was putting the finishing touches on a handful of polished strings, and there were a lot of heavy weapons beside him, such as the white-flame pterodactyl.

"Sisi, pay attention to the point every three seconds", Yang Jian looked at his watch.

"There are still more than 100 meters", the clear female voice of the night messenger sounded.

"It's almost five o'clock, after finishing this ticket, why don't we prepare dinner", Yang Jian glanced into the distance.

"Fifty meters to go!"

"Twenty meters to go!"

"Hans is here!"