In this ambush, neither side hit the other. Suna's sudden shot completely extinguished Oberen's reckless anger, but it did not dampen his fighting spirit.

Oberyen sprinted down the trail Sue had left behind, missing the opportunity, not knowing when he might be able to meet Sue head-on again. The battle had shown that Sue was still an extremely dangerous opponent, even after being seriously wounded, and could even take Oberen's life at any time. But Oberyen still chased after him.

He knew the danger ahead, but he didn't think that his status was so noble that his followers thought that he couldn't put himself in danger. And there was another strong thing that drove him forward, called honor.

The repair corridor soon came to an end, leading to a long-abandoned subway station. Sue's trail grew thicker and thicker, turned a corner, and disappeared into the restroom on the side of the platform.

Boom! Oberyen kicked the restroom door down and rushed in. Overhead, the ceiling had been opened, revealing deep ventilation ducts. Looking at the size of the ventilation duct, it can barely squeeze in one person. And Su fled in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to reset the fence at the vent opening.

Oberen jumped to his feet, his head and upper body already in the ventilation tunnel, and then his left elbow struck horizontally, and his elbow actually broke into the wall of the ventilation tunnel made of stainless steel, hanging his body.

The ventilation duct starts vertically upwards and then extends horizontally, leaving it dark at the end that Oberen can't see clearly.

Oberen's right hand pressed into the middle of the passage, and the light flashed in his eyes, and there was a muffled bang, as if the entire subway station was shaking! An invisible force field rapidly extended in the passage, and everywhere it passed, the stainless steel plates that formed the ventilation passage were moaning and struggling, but under the almost irresistible force tearing and twisting, the entire passage quickly twisted and collapsed, as if it had been smashed by countless boulders!

At the other end of the passage, Su Nazhi's modified rifle was thrown out, and then Su almost rushed out of the passage, caught the modified rifle in the air, and landed lightly on the ground.

He suddenly looked up, staring at the entrance of the passage that he had just jumped out of.

With a single wave, countless dust and debris erupted from the mouth of the passage, and then they twisted and twisted together, as if they had been twisted by an invisible giant hand. If Sue comes out a minute late, there is a risk that he will be crushed by the ventilation duct made of steel!

Su glanced at the twisted passage and disappeared into the deep underground passage with his rifle in hand.

The battle is far from over.

Oberen was unaware of the underground passages in the area, and had even given up on tracking Sue's trails. Sue moved through the ventilation duct with an unusually fast speed, causing Oberen's thought blow to miss. But these few close encounters had already made him lock on to Su, and in the induction, Su was like a little turquoise fire constantly moving. Although Oberen did not know the terrain, he was constantly approaching Su, and with his speed exceeding Su's nearly double, even if he made a detour, he was able to quickly return to the right path, and continued to close the distance between the two sides less than 100 meters.

There are all kinds of dangerous creatures living in the underground passages, but none of them have come out at this moment, and they have all left the area. Both Oberen, and Sue, who no longer concealed her aura, gave them too many dangerous instincts.

This area is new to both Sue and Oberen, and Sue will record the places she runs through on the map, so there is never a problem of getting lost. Oberen also seems to have an unusual memory for the terrain, and although he follows Sue around the labyrinth's passages, the distance is gradually decreasing. As long as he walks through the place once, there will be no more detours or detours.

Sue soon noticed this, but he continued to run at a constant pace, seemingly preparing to fight Oberen. Oberen's speed was constant at 1.5 times that of Su, neither fast nor slow, and there was no sign of massive consumption at all.

When the distance between the two sides had been reduced to 30 meters, Su suddenly stopped. Oberen's gray hair suddenly flew up, and he suddenly exerted force, and his military boots stepped on the rails with large sparks, and suddenly rushed forward at a high speed! He had also walked through this passage before, and knew that Su's position at the moment was just two bends away. At this distance, Oberyen only needed 2 seconds to rush in front of Sue. He was confident that he would be able to dodge Sue's bullets, or at least not let Sue hit the fatal spot, and when he did, Sue never had a chance again.

With the sound of the howling wind, Oberen's body flew directly sideways and rushed straight towards the opposite wall! He took two heavy steps against the wall, and the whole person rushed through the first corner with force and ferocity, as if he were running on the wall. And where he landed, there were large cracks in the concrete.

As he rushed around the corner, Oberen's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw that there was an iron oil drum in the other corner, and a tracer bullet had just been shot into the oil drum from the side!

The flames suddenly illuminated every dark corner of the passage, and the raging flames rolled in, rushing wildly along the enclosed space of the underground passage!

Oberen's heart was beating so hard that the sudden danger almost made the hairs stand on end all over his body. He was rushing towards the oncoming flames at a furious speed of more than seventy kilometers, and he was in mid-air, and it was difficult to turn around!

Oberen instantly bowed his body, shielded his head with his arms, and bowed his legs forward and back, assuming a posture of full defense in mid-air. At the moment before the flames hit his body, an ice shield with a diameter of tens of centimeters suddenly appeared in front of Oberen's body.

The furious flames completely engulfed Oberen, not only completely canceling out his momentum, shattering the ice shield, but also pushing him backwards, slamming him against the wall of the passage, squeezing and crashing into Oberen's delicate body.

The oil and gas flames that hit the wall had no way forward, so they had to turn around and rush to the left, towards the side passage. In the blink of an eye, the power of the explosion had been diminished, and the passage was filled with burning flames. These gasoline-derived flames are extremely difficult to extinguish, and the temperature in the underground passages suddenly rises to the point where ordinary creatures cannot survive.

Oberen fell off the wall, landing in a standard position, but he still nearly fell. There were still large flames burning on the Dark Dragoon's uniform, and a beautiful gray hair was burned to pieces. He coughed violently, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

He leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, the cold aura couldn't help but emanate from under his uniform, and the flames that were still burning on his body quickly became weak, and after shaking a few more times, they were extinguished one by one.

Oberen's handsome face was covered with frost, and his anger was like melting magma on the ice, ready to erupt at any moment.

He roared suddenly!

Within 10 meters of this usually quiet and shy young man, a cold mist of layers of mist suddenly appeared, and all the flames that were still burning were extinguished for a while!

At the other end of the passage, Sue leaned back, rapidly retreating. It is simply impossible to imagine that a person can go backwards at this speed without seeing it with his own eyes. Su held the modified rifle flat with his left hand and one hand, the muzzle pointing forward. In front of him, there was a fierce oil and gas flame. The flames rushed violently, but Su retreated quickly, and the flames were always a few meters behind, and they did not pounce on Su's body.

The most intense phase of the oil and gas flames quickly passed, and then was quickly distanced by Sula. Oberen didn't emerge from the flames as Sue had thought, and it seems that he had suffered a lot from the explosion. If he did rush out of the flames, Sue would not be surprised. This quiet and delicate young man has an ability as deep as the ocean, and it is not a miracle to do anything, Su has already felt it.

Su Li was in the flickering underground passage, quietly looking at the underground passage burning everywhere in front of him. That gray-haired young man was indeed powerful, and the mystical powers he had displayed far surpassed Sue's. Just thinking of the completely distorted ventilation duct, Su felt a chill in his heart. However, this did not shake Su Sue's determination and confidence to kill him. Ruins and wilderness are Su's world.

If Oberen really rushed out of the flames just now, Su's ready shot would most likely have knocked one of his legs away.

The modified rifle was slowly lowered, the muzzle of the rifle pointed diagonally at the ground, and Su walked steadily towards the ground along a sloping staircase.

At another subway station, Oberyen pushed open the half-hidden barbed wire door and walked up the steps. He could have thrown the barbed wire door off, and he did have the urge to push it. However, Oberen's mood gradually calmed down, and he still chose the most regular way to get to the ground.

The moment his upper body leaned out of the supporting walls on both sides of the subway exit, Oberen's body suddenly leaned forward and fell straight down, and when he was about to hit the ground, he gently supported his body with his right hand. He held this position, looking into the darkness.

A few hundred meters away, Su stood quietly in the middle of the crossroads, his blue eyes looking at Oberen. The modified rifle was not aimed, but was carried behind Sue's back. He had just made an aim, and then Oberen sensed it, and instantly got out of the area he had locked.

Oberen's rare seriousness, his right hand was forced, and his body bounced back like clockwork. He walked out of the subway station and stood in the middle of the road, opposite Su Yaoyao.

After a round of desperate pursuits, Oberyen finally understood that he couldn't catch up with Sue, and even if he locked Sue's position, it was useless. When Sue's injuries improved, he had no chance. Sue also knew that his invincible sniper rifle would not work against Oberen, either at long range or at close range. If Sue had a pistol in hand, maybe it would be a different story. But he now has no pistol, and the world of ruins and wilderness, there is no word if.

Sue and Oberyen looked at each other for a moment, then turned away and drifted away.

"Next time, I'll kill you." The stinging of Oberen's brow sent such a message.

"Me too." In the night wind blowing towards Su, there was also an extra chill.

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Early in the morning, Sue sat on the top floor of a tall building, watching the procession slowly leaving the city. His blue gaze crossed the distance of several thousand meters and fell on Rigore.

The sudden appearance of Raikna and Oberen, two unusually powerful guys, must have something to do with Rigore. At the very least, Rigoré was their guide. Trouble, no, it should be said that it is a disaster, and now it has just begun. This was understood from the moment Sue shot Raikna. Judging from the almost identical uniforms of Lekona and Oberen, as well as the ten well-trained servants, it didn't take much intelligence to deduce that they belonged to an unusually large organization. And judging by the age of Lekona and Oberen, they are likely to be just low-level members of this organization!

But why did Rigore suddenly bring people from this group to hunt him down? Could it be that it has something to do with Leigh?

Sue's beautiful face appeared in front of her eyes, with short flying chestnut hair, extremely elastic skin, soft but powerful waist and legs, and the eyes that were always unruly flashed in front of her eyes one by one. He didn't believe that the Lihui was the initiator of the hunt, and that a monster like the Dark Dragoon was beyond Roxerland's control. Raikna's capture of his own pose is no different than capturing a rare mutant creature. Sue is a hunter himself, having found and captured many mutated new species, and the look in his eyes when he looks at his prey is almost exactly the same as the way Raikna looks at him.

He had a game with Reima and agreed on the rules for the next game. Was Leigh breaking the rules?

Sue didn't know, and didn't want to think about it. All he knew was that the Roxerland Corporation was involved in the hunt for him and nearly killed him. Sue did not intend to remain silent about such behavior, and his life in the wilderness had taught him that direct, simple, and brutal revenge was more effective than any threat.

Maybe Sue won't be able to shake the Dark Dragoon, and after killing Raikna, the trouble will be endless in the future, and he will have to leave this area. But before leaving, Sue decides to show Roxserland what it would cost to provoke a sniper who had grown up in the wilderness.

Whether it's the old times or the turbulent times, there is no such thing as a free lunch. In the same way, there is no such thing as a no-cost harvest, and Roxserland is no exception.

If the hunt for himself really originated from Yu Li, then Su didn't mind adding a beautiful name to his hunting record.

It wasn't until the third day after Oberen's group left that Sue left the abandoned city.

It is an extremely large city, with a pattern that was popular in the old times, with the main city in the center, four satellite cities in the southeast, southwest, due west and due north, and intercity roads, canals and high-speed railways crisscrossing like cobwebs. Although the buildings are now crumbling, the canals are dry and the roads are broken, what remains can still be seen at the grandeur of the heyday.

The main part of the city is like a sleeping beast crawling on the field, stretching from east to west, stretching for nearly 100 kilometers, and a series of life-and-death battles in the past few days have actually only explored a corner of the city. In the heart of the city, and on the far other side, there are great dangers. Even at the height of the fighting, Sue carefully avoided these areas, and Oberyen had no idea of using them.

Su sat quietly for three days on the top floor of a high-rise building where he could see the morning glow and the sunset. After night, comes day. The day passed, and it was night again.

When night fell for the third time, Sue left the huge and eerie city. Until he left, he felt as if a pair of eyes were silently watching him.

After three days of silence, all the wounds on his body began to close, and most of his hearing had been restored. And Sue, who was walking in the dark, had a faint red glow in the center of her blue pupils. This is a sign of infrared vision, which means that from this moment on, Sue has true dark vision. It is only from this moment that darkness truly ceases to be an obstacle.

The night breeze was blowing, Su Pale blonde hair was flying slightly, the beautiful eyes were in strong contrast with the black blindfold on the right, and most of his face was still hidden under layers of bandages, but the remaining strips of cloth on his body were extremely tattered, which could only cover most of his body. The exposed skin is crystal firm, reflecting a faint halo in the night, like ivory.

He walked barefoot, on the rubble-strewn rubble, but he was not hurt.

The belt of the modified rifle had long been broken, and it was in Su's hand at the moment, the muzzle of the gun was pointing to the ground, and the swing amplitude was exactly the same.

Su left the concrete forest at a constant and constant speed, and the twilight shone behind itself, turning into a well-defined silhouette in front of the ruined city.

The wind blew his hair and the rags on his body, and the road that stretched endlessly in the darkness had no place to come and no end.

Rigore made his way to the top floor of the headquarters, took two puffs of his cigarette, and then jerked his leg up and kicked open the dark chestnut hardwood door in front of him.

The rough way of entering the door certainly surprised the people in the room, and Fassle held a stack of papers in his hand, in a position to put it in his purse, and a pair of somewhat cloudy eyes crossed the upper frame of his tortoiseshell glasses, staring at Rigore with no expression on his face. But it's the expressionlessness that is really a wonderful expression.

The décor of this office is quite luxurious, completely replicating the retro style of the offices of the executives of large corporations in the old sixties. Every piece of furniture, every ornament, even the rows of hardcover old-fashioned classical economics books in the bookcases are very rare. After all, in this era, economics has long been out of demand.

There are three such offices, which were specially set up by Rigore for the senior management of the head office to use when they come to the branch. Growing up in the wilderness as a child taught him how important it was to make some key people happy.

But at this moment, Rigore seems to have completely forgotten the principle that had brought him all the way up. He took a hard drag on his cigarette, took two steps forward, stood in front of the large writing desk, and pressed the end of the cigarette hard against Fastel's favorite crocodile briefcase.

Fasel was still staring into Rigore's eyes, not glancing at the bag at all, but his drooping cheeks, dotted with age spots, shook a few times, betraying his true heart.

"I'm back." Rigolei stared at the cloudy blue-gray eyes twenty centimeters away without flinching, and he could smell the thick perfume emanating from the other party's body in his nose.

"I know." Fassel replied. He could also smell the smell of sweat, smoke, blood, and an unnamed stench on his body. Although it was a great torture for the nose, Fassr had no intention of backing down.

"So you know the result?" Rigore asked with a smile. He was grinning with his teeth bared.

"Of course! Raikna is dead, but the Dark Dragoons will send someone again soon. "Fastel's tortoiseshell glasses slipped lower.

"We've provoked a wolf!" It was not only this sentence that Rigoray squeezed out from between his teeth, but also splattered saliva, and of course a lot of it fell on Fatel's face, which was less than 20 centimeters away.

"No matter how ferocious the wolf is, it won't be long before it runs rampant! Raikna is not a simple fellow, and Fabregas is a name for himself in a world that you have no access to! Fassel also raised his voice and returned the saliva three times to Rigoret.

"By the time those noble lords have sent someone crawling over from a distant place we don't even know about, this wolf has already torn us to shreds!" Rigore began to smoke from his pocket, but found only cigars. He didn't hesitate to give the cigar its head.

"But I gave you five hundred heavily armed warriors!" Fassel took a small bottle of perfume and pressed it down hard, spraying the thick perfume on the cut of the cigar.

"Five hundred sheep, no matter how armed they are, will not turn into lions!" Out of nowhere, he pulled out a large match and lit it on Fassr's crocodile leather bag. That striking scratch was like a burning flame.

"Aha! Even 100 sheep with first- to third-order abilities can overthrow a pack of vicious wolves! Are you trying to prove your incompetence? Fate began to spray Rigore's nose.

"There is a famous saying in the old days: It's not that our army is incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning!" Rigore began to light cigars.

"That's one of the most famous jokes of the old days!" Fate unscrewed the cap of the perfume bottle.

"Now it's not a joke! I grew up in the wilderness, and I know what kind of people you can't mess with! "Reggore's cigar began to burn, and the smell of perfume smoke was particularly pungent.

"But we've already provoked him!" Fastel worked hard to prove that a small half bottle of perfume, if poured skillfully, can also douse a large cigar.

Rigore bit his fragrant cigar and smiled maliciously, and was about to say something, when a large burst of fire suddenly erupted between the two, and then the pungent white smoke dispersed in all directions. This explosion of limited scale came too quickly, not to mention Fatel, who had no ability, and even Rigore could not react and was blown up.

Losses on both sides were heavy.

Not only did Fast's favorite tie go to ruin, but the tortoiseshell glasses, which were more than 30 years old, also had several cracks. Rigolei didn't seem to be much better than him, the messy stubble that was the hallmark of the vicissitudes of life was swept away, and the thick chest hair, which was the most indispensable for the majestic macho, was almost completely wiped out.

It seems that Fasel's small bottle of perfume would become very unstable if it came into contact with a flame.

After the explosion, Rigore touched his smooth chest muscles and chin, and was stunned for a moment before smiling bitterly. Fassel clutched his lips scorched by the explosion as he looked at the cracks in his tortoiseshell glasses, a trace of pain in his eyes with each crack he saw.