There must be something wrong with the bird, because in the midst of such a loud noise, the bird did not even fly away.

In order to verify the difference between the birds, Maori even lured a tentacle to attack the place where the bird stayed, and the bird was parked on a dead tree, and the tentacles turned the tree into a piece of wood.

Although this attack made the bird fly, two minutes later, Maori saw the same bird on another relatively high rock in the distance.

At this point, Maori is also determined, and the bird must be under control. It was the pursuer who first killed a very ordinary bird, and then controlled its carcass to stalk the hunters.

Because the visual span of birds is very large, it is difficult for hunters to hide in the open-air scene, but [internal traitor] is definitely not only about birds, after all, hunters are not always running in the open air, in the mountains without trees, and in the wilderness, a bird is always hovering above their heads, which can easily attract the attention of hunters.

As for what the other moles have, we'll talk about it later. Because at this moment, No. 71 has already crossed the entire mountain, and at the top of the mountain, a suspicious figure has been captured.

It was the Chaser.

The two men looked at each other at a very long distance.

Along the way, the pursuer was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly torturing, chasing, and abusing the No. 71 team, and three members of the team had already died in pursuit. Finally, with the help of Maori, No. 71 finally met the other party.

Although the hunters have long abandoned life and death, but watching their companions die in front of them one after another, No. 71, as the captain, has already been angry, on the mountain, her expression gradually converged, until it solidified, and she did not let out any angry shouts, she ran silently towards the bottom of the mountain, not fast or slow, like a hound accumulating strength.

The hunter and the prey finally met in the true sense of the word at this moment.

However, the pursuer did not run away, and even then, he did not summon the dead body to stop 71.

"6 km, 37 seconds, you're the fastest I've ever seen." The pursuer said, not very loud, but 71's hearing was good, and she could hear it clearly.

She silently quickened her pace, turning into a smooth black shadow, and the distance between the two had been shortened to 300 meters.

"I remember, the last time I saw a hunter who ran very fast, but he tried to use his speed to escape from my pursuit, and in the end he was exhausted to death, and I cut off his legs before killing him......"

The pursuer still didn't move, and he watched as the shadow got closer and closer to him.

"You're the first person to see me before I get exhausted, so I can be a little merciful...... If you tell me how you found me, I can make your death easier. ”

No. 71 didn't respond, and at this point, she was only 50 meters away from her pursuers.

This is the most perfect distance for a culling...... The mentor of No. 71 is the mysterious woman called the demon fox, in fact, all hunters named after the demon fox are good at killing.

Although most of their time is spent transmitting information, detecting infiltration, and listening to the enemy, these are just pediatrics compared to killing.

What they are best at is killing, whether it is culling, hunting, assassinating, in short, as long as it is killing, they are handy, but in this era, there are very few [human beings] who need them to kill, and even people gradually forget that they are born killers.

As soon as No. 71 stepped into the 50-meter step, she vanished. The pitch-black cloak, in the bright sunlight, turned into a trance for a moment, and then it was out of the limit of human sight. It was silent, ghostly, and there was not even a single dust on the ground, so that the enemy had no way to tell from the direction in which the sand and dust were flying.

And in the next second, the black shadow had already appeared on the side of the pursuer.

The human eye has evolved imperfectly, although it can distinguish many colors, and the visual residual time reaches a few tenths of a second, but these functions are useless, at least in terms of 'improving survival rates'. Because human vision can only capture the wide-angle range of 150 degrees in the front, and if you want to see the mirror image outside this range, there is only one way for human beings, that is, [turn the neck], and even the neck can only rotate left and right 90 degrees at most, and no matter how large the angle, you can only twist your waist and even move your legs.

So theoretically, as long as a person is standing close enough and his speed is faster than you can turn your neck, then you will definitely not be able to see him.

At this moment, No. 71 easily reached this speed. So, in the sight of her pursuers, she disappeared.

A dagger stabbed firmly into the pursuer's ribs, slicing half of the lung from the side ribs along the bone to the spine.

The pursuers only felt the fatal pain, but did not see the figure of Number 71. And when he subconsciously turned around, it was empty.

At the same time, the pursuer felt that the knee of his left leg was pierced by a knife, and he completed a rapid 180-degree cut in an instant, and then the entire left leg could not be bent, and he knew that one of his muscles had been completely severed.

From this moment on, the pursuer felt that severe pain continued to erupt from various parts of his body, his robes became tattered, and blood began to spurt out from countless terrible wounds, as if he was experiencing a living Ling Chi.

But the strange thing was that he couldn't see where the person who was Ling Chi was there.

Of course, No. 71 would not kill this pursuer so easily, because he was not sure if he directly slashed this guy's neck, and those dead bodies in the distance would start killing the living around them indiscriminately according to instinct because they lost control all of a sudden.

So she wasn't going to let this pursuer die, she was going to make him desperate in the most cruel and terrifying way, and then gradually lost the heart to control those dead bodies, so that before he had a mental breakdown, her teammates should have time to escape from the range of the dead bodies.

However......

"Hehe......" chuckled: "Are you still worried about your teammates?" ”

It was the voice of the pursuer, and even though he was going through a painful spell, there didn't seem to be much panic in his tone.

"You'd better worry about yourself first."