The land of the jungle is happily sucking up bright red liquid nutrients. And to see that the armed forces that they have painstakingly operated for many years have been completely destroyed. The leader of the militants is like a knife. But now he felt more fear in his heart. To a villain like him who has always walked on the edge of the knife and experienced countless bloody storms. I have long looked down on life and death. I've long forgotten what fear is. But today. The fear and shiver that had been absent for a long time hit him again.

"You...... It's a human being and a ghost.." The voice of the leader of the militants trembled a little. Although Thailand's culture cannot be compared to China's two thousand years of history. However, the country's ghosts and monsters are not inferior to the legends accumulated in China for thousands of years. At this moment, Xiao Bo's right leg is still in a twisted shape. And just now he can shuttle between militants like a ghost, taking people's lives. You can even dodge bullets. And no wonder the militant leaders thought they had seen a hell .

"Hmph." Xiao Wei just snorted coldly. and did not answer the ridiculous question of the leader of the militants. He's just getting closer. But whether it is the leader of the militants. Or Bot who has been watching from the sidelines. I couldn't see how his steps moved.

"That guy isn't a ghost. He's bleeding. And he still has a shadow. Kill him." Bot still knows a little bit about Thai culture. So when I realized that Xiao Bo was not a ghost in the mouth of the militant leader. He reminded loudly. But at the same time as the reminder. The cunning Bot began to quietly retreat. Years of selling arms and arms and dealing with various forces let him know. What is in your control? What is the best situation to slip away.

"Ah......h It seemed that only then could he muster up courage. And just as he raised the gun in his hand and prepared to shoot. Xiao Bo, who was slowly approaching in front of him, suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the leader of the militants felt a chill in his neck. A scalpel that had been curled was tightly pressed against his neck.

(How...... How could it be.)

The leader of the militants lamented in his heart. He felt himself so close to death as never before. No. He actually experienced nine deaths. But never before has it been so chilling. It's hopeless. Scary.

"Death is too cheap for you. You should be glad I didn't have enough time ......"

As he spoke, Xiao Bo gently pulled the scalpel in his hand. The blade that had lost its sharpness easily slashed the neck of the leader of the militants. Red blood spurted out like bursting pipes. The eyes of the militant leader gradually lost their brightness. But not until after he fell. The fear in his eyes did not dissipate.

Xiao Bo didn't look back. Because he knows. The bot behind him had already taken advantage of the absence of a trace that had escaped just now. Xiao Bo's gaze turned to Mamrray, who was lying naked on the ground not far away. At this time, Mammray twitched slightly. The constant aggression had completely destroyed her physical-physical and soul-in-the-fold manner. Life is flowing from her body. And her eyes when she looked at Xiao Bo were full of relief and nostalgia.

"I'm sorry ......"

Xiao Bo's bloodshot eyes suddenly softened. The feelings contained in it are more complicated. There is unbearability, regret, and self-blame. But just as he was about to get close to Mammry. The power that had just burst out of his body suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a painful feeling of devouring the heart of ten thousand ants began to spread throughout the body. Plus he was already seriously injured. Xiao Bo's mind sank. He was planted headlong into the ground.