Yu Xing quietly touched the intersection, and there were two Red Turban soldiers standing guard at the intersection.

Yu Xing slowed down, quietly leaned over, and suddenly rushed out when he was still about five meters away from the intersection. The two Red Turban soldiers were startled, and after reacting, before they could shoot, Yu Xing had already reached out to strangle the neck of a Red Turban soldier, and the dagger in his hand pierced his heart without hesitation.

The dagger in his hand was pulled out, and then he threw it out without hesitation, hitting the throat of another Red Turban soldier.

"Snort~"

The two bodies fell to the ground, and Yu Xing drew his dagger with sticky blood. Glancing at the footsteps on the ground, the tank flanked to the left.

"Wash your neck and wait for me, rat."

Yu Xing shook off the blood from his dagger and plunged it back into his scabbard. Chase to the left.

"Tell me where the others have gone!"

Frank roared in the communication channel, "You're just more than three hundred pigs, garbage, so many people can't catch a single person." Even if you blow up the whole factory for me and crush me flat, you will drag him out of hell for me! ”

"Bang!"

As the words fell, Frank angrily clenched his fist and smashed it on the stage in front of him.

He was riding in an armed tank, except for a driver and a gunner, with Frank himself acting as an observer.

"Where are you?"

Yu Xing was lying on the roof of a factory building, holding a telescope in his hand, and more than one tank truck was already passing by. But he couldn't confirm that Frank was in the tank.

While the other party is looking for him, why is he not looking for the other party.

It's a game of cat and mouse, but it's not clear who is the cat and who is the mouse.

Yu Xing is very patient, he just needs to wait for the task to be completed, so he is not in a hurry. While staring back and forth at the tanks with a telescope, he still had a cigarette in his mouth.

Although he didn't light it, as a sniper, he knew that smoking at this time was too harmful, but it was also comfortable to hold in his mouth.

"Huh?"

Yu Xing frowned, and a tank suddenly stopped in an empty square, and the lid of the side seat suddenly opened, and a familiar figure came into view.

Half of Frank's body leaned out of the tank, sat on the lid of the compartment, took a cigar from his bosom, lit it, and smoked it without hesitation. His forehead was covered with fine sweat because of the dry and stuffy conditions inside the tank.

The casual gaze kept shooting around, and finally stopped in the direction where the remaining punishment was.

"Huh...... Pitfall. Yu Xing smiled, Frank was lying to himself, and he probably found out his intentions. Simply gambling with himself, Yu Xing used a telescope to sweep the situation around the tank.

The square was surrounded by the other than the armed tank in which Frank was riding. There were probably three M1A1 armed tanks and less than a hundred soldiers of the Red Turbans, about a third of the total strength.

"It's tempting, you know I can't help it."

Yu Xing smashed his mouth, took out the lighter in his pocket, and lit the cigarette. After smoking this cigarette, he went to take Frank's life.

"What the hell, where did the people go?"

"Anyway, why should we listen to that European."

"Shhhh

The three Red Turban Soldiers, armed with AKs, kept wandering around the square, and couldn't help but whisper. Frank was able to lead this Red Turban Army entirely by killing the aftermath of General Auduc.

"Cut, hear and ...... Gada! Before the Red Turban could finish his words, his arms were already around his neck, and he twisted violently, falling to the ground with the sound of bones breaking.

The other two Red Turban soldiers were stunned for a moment, and only after realizing that their teammates had fallen behind did they habitually turn their heads to look.

They were greeted by a sharp dagger and a palm that was clawed like a tiger, and the blade first slashed through the throat of a Red Turban, splattering blood everywhere. The other hand also grabbed the neck of the last Red Turban.

"Dada~"

But Yu Xing underestimated his desire to survive, and in this almost breathless situation, he even raised the muzzle of his gun.

Holding the dagger's hand, he immediately retracted his knife and struck the muzzle of AK's gun with the hilt, causing it to move to one side. But the Red Turban pulled the trigger before his throat was choked.

Gunshots rang out, and the location of the remaining executioners was instantly revealed.

"Where is he?"

In the ranks of the Red Turban Army, someone pointed to Yu Xing from afar.

The stormy gunfire and bullets immediately swept in, and Yu Xing cursed secretly, and suddenly turned over and hid in a factory building. The Red Turban Army behind him chased after him, and Yu Xing turned and shot while retreating.

Every time he turned, he only shot, but the effect was surprisingly good.

The Red Turban Army, which rushed to the first row, had all fallen, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses blocking the door of the factory.

This factory can be said to be the largest in the Chinese-funded factory, which can accommodate 500 people. As soon as Yu Xing rushed in, he immediately threw everything that could be knocked down on the road in the middle of the road, using it as cover and obstacles.

Without hesitation, he rushed to the third floor.

"Block the exit, he's inside." The commander of the Red Turban Army commanded.

Although the Red Turban Army was a ragtag army, it still had basic discipline, and immediately acted upon the order to block all exits. Then a team of more than a dozen people began to check every room in the factory.

A Red Turban soldier searched carefully forward, and suddenly felt something flash in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and looked up. The pupils shrank suddenly, and on the roof of the factory, time bombs flashing red were extremely conspicuous.

The numbers on the bomb are rapidly regressing, five, four, three......

"Heh......"

Yu Xing smiled at the corner of his mouth, shot and shattered the glass on the third floor, and jumped down without hesitation.

After landing, he used to roll to remove the force, although it was still painful, but Yu Xing still gritted his teeth and immediately evacuated into the distance.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The sound of explosions sounded behind him, and the flames of the explosion rushed out of the windows and doors like a giant python, and the entire factory collapsed in an instant, and hundreds of Red Turban soldiers were buried in the ruins. Yu Xing was not in the mood to watch this magnificent scene, he was still running, not because the real man never looked back at the explosion, but because the two tanks had already chased after him.

Two armed tanks, side by side, had almost blocked the road in front of them, and their speed reached fifty miles, charging towards Yu Xing.

"Damn!"

No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't help but burst out foul language.

"Boom~"

The main barrel of the armed tank slowly turned, and Yu Xing's face changed, and he turned towards an alley.

"Bang!"

The explosion rose behind him, and Yu Xing's figure flew out, his face was dusty, but it was nothing serious, he shook his dizzy head, and quickly got up again.

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