What kind of mutant big mosquito is this?

Through the jacket, she can still sting her all over.

She sat cross-legged on the ground very unfiguratively, looking up at the night with her little face up.

After dark, the stars rise, and the night is romantic, and this black is very clear, not rich in ink, but like flowing water.

She suddenly remembered her own space, why was she suddenly reluctant to use it recently?

In the past, she was very dependent on space, and the shadow of space was indispensable for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Maybe you want to experience the feeling of being 'poor and poor'?

She sealed her golden finger because she didn't want it in her heart.

The daytime fight awakened the blood in her body, and she stared at her hands for a long time.

She had been stained with human blood in the past, and she was not very clean in this life, but why did she maintain a trace of sobriety, a trace of sanity, and hover above the bottom line in this battle?

It's better to kill it, she has already given up on herself anyway, anyway, she doesn't want to be better.

She smiled suddenly: "I really don't understand myself anymore." ”

At the same time, on the other side of the island.

……

This is a man.

He wore a black shirt and black trousers, and his posture was straight and straight.

The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up in the crook of the arm, revealing a scar covered in large old scars.

The man's short hair was jet black like ink, as if carrying a rainy atmosphere, and he was cold and dry.

The dark eyes are like two deep whirlpool black holes, like the direction of the eye, which can swallow everything.

"Sir."

There were more than a dozen people in this group, and except for this man, the rest of them were mercenaries with oil paint on their faces.

The man has a photograph in his hand, which is a group photo of the family.

He stared at the white RV in the photo, the girl was young and beautiful, surrounded by everyone in the middle, like the backbone of the whole family, like the pillar of the family.

The man let out a long sigh as he looked back at the mercenary behind him.

"Any new clues?"

The mercenary nodded.

"The meeting was postponed, and a group of people came to the island, and those poisonous insects were in a hurry. Someone had just handed over a message, and it seemed that half of their manpower had been lost. ”

The man frowned.

This man is none other than Yu Xiurin.

He thought back to the planes during the day, and the blatant parachutes.

He carelessly stroked the broken hair on his forehead, but the gloom in his eyes was deeper.

"In the past, I don't have time to accompany them to continue to consume, if I want to trade, I will arrange a meeting immediately!"

If Qi Suya is here, she must be stunned.

Because this cold and dry man is actually Yu Xiurin.

That is, the third child of the three-room Chu family, Chu Hanyu.

……

The next day, the fighting continued.

Qi Suya had a total of twenty people, and nearly half of them were wounded, and the opponent's combat strength was also greatly reduced.

When he first arrived yesterday, the other party was full of confidence, thinking that there were not many people on Qi Suya's side, and it was completely easy to kill.

Who knows, Xiao Ze was responsible for leading the team and did not make a move, but Qi Suya was too cruel.

More than half of the manpower lost by the other party was solved by Qi Suya.

On the second day, it was obvious that the other party had relented a lot.

Xiao Ze flipped through a document.

"The target is a total of one hundred and eight people, and more than forty people have been cut off so far, and there are sixty-two people left."

But the other side seems to want to fight guerrilla warfare.

The island was too nauseous, the carpet search was too time-consuming, and their mission was only seven days.

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