Predator, Predator, it seems more appropriate to call them "predators". The Predator is a highly civilized alien race, close to humanoid in appearance, but with animal-like characteristics, fangs, sharp claws, tall, strong and powerful, beige skin, and mesh cables around the body, used to carry loot and fixed weapons and equipment, in addition, the Predator can also sense weapons and equipment through them, and only need muscle movements to operate the weapon system; The Predator has a huge head, a high brain capacity, thick hair, and eyes that resemble human eyes, but the picture he sees is very different; The mouth has sharp teeth, 4 tentacles on the outside, and also has fangs. Where the Predators came from is unknown, but they are technologically advanced, with advanced interstellar navigation technology that allows them to travel through the universe with ease.

The Predator loves to hunt, using melee combat to eliminate opponents and obtain enemy heads for fun, sometimes pulling out the spines of their prey, often from one planet to another, and their collection room contains the skulls of many creatures, even several times larger than the Predator, which shows the cruelty and horror of the Predator; However, the Predator is not satisfied with bones, and sometimes collects the skin of his prey, and the skinned prey will be hung up, and then the Predator will make the flesh and blood blurred.

The Predator is equipped with a variety of weapons, mainly cold weapons, wrist knives, made of alloys with great mechanical strength, mounted on the Predator's wrist, are the most conventional weapons of the Predator, and any Predator is equipped with; Plasma Shoulder Cannon: A powerful thermal weapon fixed on the shoulder of the Predator, automatically tracked by the infrared rays of the mask, the power can be large or small, and it can be fired in bursts, dealing with large-scale enemies or heavy armored troops, and can quickly accumulate energy and then send it out instantly. The shells are in the shape of meteors. It is a powerful means for the Predator to attack from medium to long range; The mask can provide different vision, which is convenient for the Predator to observe and track the prey, and has a recording function, and it also has an oxygen delivery function when the air pressure and atmospheric density are not suitable for the Predator's survival, and can also help with automatic aiming when using some weapons; The Predator's left hand is equipped with a microcomputer, which is sometimes used to control special weapons, and is essentially a small, high-powered bomb that is comparable in power to *or even*; In addition, the miniature computer provides the Predator's stealth ability, which is a serious threat to most opponents who rely on visual capture; Sometimes, Predators are dressed in armor, which is made of special metal and has high mechanical strength, which can defend against many bullets and can be quickly removed.

Predators are very physical, even if they are shot, they will not die so easily, and the more they are injured, the more excited they are, which is the desire for combat instinct. Although the Predator is good at killing, he does not like to kill indiscriminately and launch invasions and wars, and most of the opponents killed by the Predator are opponents with a certain strength, and they just want to use this to train themselves. Under normal circumstances, the Predator would never want to kill innocents indiscriminately, nor would he want to invade the earth, but ah, this planet is a closed hunting ground, and the people who come here are the weak who can survive?

"This is Mosinagan, my sniper scope has long been deadly" A piece of rainforest* moved slightly, and there was a bit of an impossible deviation from the environment, if you change your vision, you will find that this is an optical invisibility cloak, behind the cold muzzle, you can find a little bit of the white of the eye or a blink of an eye. Mosin Nagan, a sniper of the North Sea Corps. Since he bore the name of this famous Russian gun, the slaughter that has been carried through the past is only for this moment's killing! "Mescoler said that?" This tone does not look like a conversation with a companion at all, but with a subordinate.

"Beep-beep-" An electronic voice came after a little noise, "Mosinagan, although this place is not much different from the 'human hunting ground' you used to have, but for the sake of the final victory, hold back!" "The only unsettling factor in the team is him, the deputy director of a private prison, but he has a fanatical love for killing, and his goal is to choose his prisoners, release them, give them a slim hope, in a lonely island prison, this is impossible, and then hunt them one by one!

"Hey, it's not good" Mossina did it, gave up the prey in the surveillance with difficulty, and rarely restrained a little rebelliousness, completely hiding the killing machine under the optical invisibility cloak, motionless, from the outside, there was nothing. "Makovsky, you're in the air, right? Why not raid them from the air? ”

"This is what Captain Mesgrad meant, a single point kill, although it will move back to our negative score, but it will cause them to be alert, volley? The Demon Team came after us! Even if we want to test their strength, it should be my little cutie, as a scientist, my life will not be wasted on risking my life! "Makovsky's electronic voice is hard to discern emotion.

"So, how about you, a scientist, analyze the great layout of our captain?" Mosinagan's tone remained disapproving.

"It's just a simple trick, add another lock to the traps that have been set up by the brave men who once lived against the Predators on these planets, my little cuties, and the task is the heat source, and the final explosion that is triggered." As he spoke, Makovsky gradually turned down the engine controls and descended from the air to the ground, where his radar detected a mechanical eagle, which belonged to the Eagle Predator's reconnaissance equipment. "For the Predator's vision, why did the failed trap inexplicably end up with an infrared sensing similar to that of a prey? For the demon team members, the double trigger trap, dodging wave after wave, and, even if they can't be blown up, the movement caused will attract the Predator to point the finger at the demon team, effectively using the 'potential', this is a two-way trap, grasp the battle situation, and the streak we execute is to break the morale of the demon team in a wave! ”

On the other side of the jungle, two young men and women dressed in the same style walked forward. The young man's fingers pressed a silver-white metal piece between his neck, which was a piece of metal that emitted spiritual power, "I see, with the knowledge learned from these combinations, can so much information be deduced?" Pushpin thinking is absolutely overwhelming. The young man stopped, looked around warily, then at the young woman behind him, and shook his head with a headache. Recalling the scene just now, I can't think of it, I can't think of it, why can't I accept bows and arrows when I have such a good talent?

"Will it work? Then! Haoran took out a bow from the space bag and threw it to Ming Yanwei behind him. The girl instinctively resisted with a wave of her hand, but did not catch it, and fell to the side. "Did you know that in this magical world, this bow with special arrows is more powerful than the sand eagle in your hand?" Haoran stretched out his hand, and the bow that was knocked away flew back into Haoran's hand. This bow is in the space bag left by Nigayabin, and it is equipped with a large number of ordinary and delicate arrows, and a number of enchanted arrows.

Ming Yanwei looked at this bow and showed incomparable disgust, afraid of Haoran's strength, with a painful look on her face that could not be remembered, she clenched the sand eagle in her hand, and then said to Haoran in a tone that seemed to beg for negotiation, "Can you please put it away?" I, I hate bows and arrows. ”

"Why?" Haoran didn't want such a good talent to be wasted.

Is the extreme decision of my own in the illusion, the decision to shoot and kill the coward, the liberation that I am seeking in my heart, or is I still running away? Ming Yanwei slightly showed self-deprecation, closed her eyes unbearably, and then slowly opened her remembrance, "My family once won the runner-up in compound bow shooting and archery in the competition, and I have been exposed and nurtured since I was a child, and I am naturally childhood sweethearts with him, and it is incomparably better." But once I went to use his father's bow because I was naughty, and then I was almost stabbed in the eye by an arrow because of playing, and he saved me by pushing me hard, but the arrow pierced into his thigh muscles, and I was so scared, why was I so useless? Why did his own stubbornness hurt him? From then on, I hated the bow and arrow, because I didn't want to hurt him anymore. ”

"After more than 10 years, we meet again after the separation caused by his family accident more than 10 years ago, which seems to be providential, and our destiny seems to be drawn by the red line. Quickly, we all tacitly lived together, took care of each other, told each other about each other's bitterness, comforted each other's sore spots, and relied on each other to move towards the future" Ming Yanwei still had a longing for her faint happiness.

"Stop" Haoran ruthlessly interrupted Ming Yanwei's confession, regardless of the girl's face. The next thing, Haoran roughly guessed that in the face of the gangsters, Zhang Heng's cowardly escape caused Ming Yanwei's discouragement, self-defeat, and self-abandonment, and what he reproduced for Ming Yanwei was the picture of Zhang Heng's cowardly escape. "Is that your excuse for not picking up a bow and arrow? You don't want to hurt him, but he hurts you, is the deadline for your childhood decision? Every time Haoran said a word, the volume did not rise, but the aggressive momentum suppressed the person breathlessly, "Innocent, if your will to die is still so strong, if you don't try to think about how to live, I'll leave you here to destroy yourself!" After saying that, Haoran turned around and left.

"Sure enough, even you, are men untrustworthy, revealing the ugliest nature in your business, and wanting to leave behind the team members you think are burdensome?" Ming Yanwei was very disappointed with the rude performance of the man in front of her who interrupted her, and gritted her teeth and simply broke the jar.

"This kind of words, when you can despise my strength again, let's talk about it" Haoran used the "Radical Method" in disguise, and did not turn his back to Ming Yanwei.

"Wait!" As soon as Ming Yanwei spoke, a streamlined cold moon-colored bow was thrown over, and the girl no longer hesitated to catch it with one hand, "Tell me, tell me, how to be as strong as you" But the information of the treasure bow suddenly did not wait for time to adapt to all imprinted in the girl's mind: The trace of the moon, a legendary-level magic bow that can be grown and strengthened, the initial level is C, and it is liberated and strengthened into double C, B, double B, A, and finally liberated and strengthened into an A-level bow. 'Traces of the Moon', currently level double C, liberates passive attributes: magic arrows, there is a chance to make arrows add magic damage when shooting, and the damage strength characteristics depend on bloodline

Ming Yanwei's consternation was still in the process of digesting the information, but Haoran smiled bloodily but directly answered her last question: "Without him, there is only fighting!" ”