"You're Anton?"

Cheng Lin felt the oppressive force that permeated his body, like a substance, and squinted his eyes at the figure that fell to the ground in front of him.

In his pupils, two delicate fields slowly rotated, and through his perceptual ability, he clearly sensed that the other party's cultivation was far beyond the fifth grade, and it was suspected that it was a sixth-grade realm.

And judging from the effectiveness of Fang Cai's shot, this is still a six-grade realm that is biased towards combat power.

Thinking of the flare fired earlier, the answer is coming out.

……

In the face of Cheng Lin's inquiry, the other party did not respond.

Just slowly approaching.

As he got closer and closer, Cheng Lin finally saw this person's face clearly, and was immediately slightly surprised.

It's not a question of beauty or ugliness...... He couldn't tell the difference.

The main thing is that I was surprised that the figure of this "Tiger of the Far East" was very different from the nickname.

In his original conjecture for Anton, this should be a man with a "brown bear" physique.

However, the real Anton is surprisingly "thin".

He was thirty years old, with a pale golden beard on his face, grayish-blue eyes, and a cold one reminiscent of winter.

His hair is the same color as his beard, and his figure is about the same as Cheng Lin's, which is somewhat "thin".

He wears the uniform of the Paranormal of the Soviet Union, and has leather boots on his feet.

Walked up to the blood-stained "man in the suit" and kicked him with his shoe.

The other party seemed to be unconscious, and there was no reaction to this, but fortunately, his chest was still heaving, proving that he was still alive.

"This person needs to be treated, at least not like this."

Cheng Lin couldn't help but remind.

However, Anton still didn't answer him, or rather, it was more like he didn't bother to talk to him, and when he heard this, he actually raised his right fist and hammered down somewhere in the air in Cheng Lin's vigilant expression.

"Click, click, ......"

It was like the sound of eggshells cracking.

A scene in the forest was shattered.

The missing Song Xianzhen held the sword in both hands, making a slashing motion, and was not too surprised to see the enchantment shattering.

Obviously, even if Anton doesn't make a move, he is about to break this cage from the inside.

Cheng Lin...... This is? ”

When he saw the situation in the field, Song Xianzhen was immediately stunned.

Cheng Lin glanced at Anton and described the matter in the most concise words.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Anton finally speak and ask in Chinese, which is not very fluent:

"I need to know what's going on."

After a pause, he spat out two more words: "Flare, he." ”

The latter "he" is obviously referring to the guy who fell into a coma on the ground and was bleeding constantly.

Obviously, Anton, who came in a hurry, didn't quite know what was going on, but that didn't stop him from making a move on the man in the suit.

After all, the appearance of this person means that it is abnormal.

This, coupled with the flare from before, was enough to give him plenty of reasons to act.

In the face of Anton's inquiry, Song Xianzhen took a deep breath and took a few steps forward.

Under great pressure, the matter was recounted.

When he heard that the Soviet team was almost completely wiped out, and another was trying to rescue him, the expressionless face of this thin "Tiger of the Far East" finally showed obvious solemnity.

Anton is no stranger to death, and almost every time he explores, a practitioner dies.

This kind of thing, after experiencing a lot, he will get used to it, which does not show how indifferent he is, but the fact is that after hearing Song Xianzhen's narration, he is obviously more concerned about the possible consequences of this matter.

"This matter, very important, take me to the scene immediately, and ......"

Anton jerkily spit out Chinese words one by one, he suddenly looked at Cheng Lin, and said in a commanding tone:

"What you picked up, give it to me."

Picked up?

Cheng Lin blinked and lifted the bizarre, perfume-like artifact made of brass in his hand.

It really feels like a perfume bottle.

At the bottom is a hexagonal container, inlaid with red or green gemstones.

At the top, there is a small push-button switch connected to a brass button.

Cheng Lin tentatively pressed it, and found that there was a very thin little bit of red mist spewing out, but unfortunately the amount was too small, and it didn't have any effect, it just made him feel a little trance for a moment.

"Could it be that this is the root cause of the Soviet team's madness? Ritual weapons? Or poison? Or something else? It seems that he has run out, no wonder he didn't use it on me and Song Xianzhen just now. ”

Cheng Lin thought in his heart.

His face was impassive, and he rubbed the brass vial and said, "You say this?" ”

"Yes, give it to me." Anton ordered.

Cheng Lin smiled and clenched, and slowly shook his head: "I'm sorry, not for the time being." ”

Anton obviously didn't expect this Xia Kingdom student to reject him.

Even Song Xianzhen, who was standing on the side, looked at it in surprise.

I only saw Cheng Lin calmly explaining:

"If my guess is correct, this artifact may be the key physical evidence of this matter, and now there are two witnesses, one is unknown, and the other is ...... I don't know if I live or die, and it falls into your hands, the physical evidence is very important, in order to avoid some misunderstandings that affect the friendship between the two sides, I hope to hand over this physical evidence to Xing Hong. ”

Cheng Lin believes that Anton must know the name Xing Hong.

As for this "evidence", as he said, once the "lucky man" had an accident with the "man in suit" on the ground, the one in his hand may be the key to determining the nature of this matter.

For the sake of grasping the initiative, it was impossible for him to hand it over to Anton.

This is tantamount to giving the right to speak completely to the Soviet Union.

Hearing his words, Anton's already solemn face was first surprised, then absurd, and then angry.

His gray-blue eyes were like eagle falcons, staring at Cheng Lin in a cold tone:

"I, say it again, give it to me!"

While saying this, Cheng Lin clearly noticed that the temperature around him had dropped sharply, and his limbs had been affected in some way, becoming stiff and having difficulty breathing, and he understood that this was level suppression.

Anton has six grades, he only has four grades, which is a full breath suppression between the two great realms!

Although he doesn't want to admit it, this pressure is indeed very strong, Cheng Lin can't resist it at all, even if he opens the hole cards, with his current ability, against the top six powerhouses, he can guarantee his life at most, as for winning, there is little hope.

Not...... Perhaps trapping them in the spirit realm and killing them with time is the safest and most effective way, but the price is huge.

"The cultivation is still too low......"

Cheng Lin sighed softly in his heart.

Although it took him three months to promote from an ordinary person to the fourth-grade realm, this was already an unusually fast speed.

However, at this moment, when he faced Anton's coercion, he still felt that he was too slow to enter the country.

Fortunately, given the alliance between Xia and Suzhou, Cheng Lin was not worried that Anton would hurt him.

Therefore, he resisted the coercion, pulled the corners of his somewhat stiff mouth, pulled out a smile, and said in a calm voice:

"Even if you say it ten times, I won't give it to you."

After a pause, he said again: "Song Xianzhen." ”

Hearing Cheng Lin read his name, Song Xianzhen was slightly stunned for a second, and then understood.

I saw that he flipped his right hand, took the flare gun in his hand, and then decisively pressed the trigger.

"Whew!"

"Smack!"

An emergency signal belonging to Xia Guo rose into the air, lighting up the night sky above the heads of the three people in the forest.

A cold wind blew.

Anton stared at Cheng Lin's gray-blue eyes and moved.

Immediately, Cheng Lin felt that the force pressing on his head suddenly loosened.

He exhaled softly.

I heard Anton pause word by word, and his tone was inexplicable:

"I remember you."