Lift the brim of the hat with his thumb, revealing the thin face of the nine eyes, the eagle-like eyes, and the cruel and fierce.

He is not a skilled and accurate gunner, but at a distance of more than 1,500 meters, it is not difficult for him to kill a handful of people. Even if there is an occasional error, the chances are slim.

The first student who was shot in the left chest by him was a test gun, and the next few shots were really playing, but unfortunately, he lost. The other party's reaction and body speed were beyond his cognition, and he had never seen a fat man who was as agile as a tanuki when he ran. Moreover, he stopped and turned, and the angle of jumping forward was very exquisite, just stuck in the dead corner of his shooting, and the accuracy of the stuck position was not even possible for many well-trained old special forces.

The 0.3 seconds of time used by the fat man were amazing.

Such a fat man made Jiumu very excited. The desire to kill has never been stronger.

The Immortal King's latest order changed the previous order, no longer to bring the black mecha back, but to directly kill the pilot.

It can be found that the fat man is the pilot of the black mecha, and he does not hesitate to use several high-level shadows. Those shadows that have been hidden for some years must be used as a last resort and cannot be used casually. But for the sake of the black mecha pilot, they had to be sacrificed. Jiumu has such transfer authority in his hands.

When he first received the information, Jiumu was still very surprised, how could he be such a young person? It didn't take long for him to get excited. He likes to stifle good young people. The younger the opponent, the greater the ability, and the more powerful the skill, the more he can arouse his desire to kill.

Jiumu licked his lips, got up from the creeping grass, carried his gun, and jumped towards the mountains and forests in the distance.

There was no obvious trace, but he believed that the fat man would find him and follow him.

Not long after he left the area where the military academy was located, a rapid alarm sounded.

The blatant assassination of the military academy, which had not occurred for many years, immediately aroused great attention from the academy's management, security officers, and local garrisons. The two injured students have been rushed to the nearest hospital for treatment as soon as possible, and the student with leg injuries is fine. But the fate of the student who was shot in the chest is uncertain. It is said that the situation is not optimistic.

The fat man's eyes were full of fire, and his chest was full of anger. Just beat him to death and kill him, but what the hell are you doing beating a student?

He didn't believe it was a mistake. He is also trained as a sniper. Know what it's like to shoot with precision at super long distances. A professional gunner, in the process of sniping the target, will not have such an oolong incident as accidentally hitting the auxiliary car. Unless the other party deliberately does so. The purpose was to provoke him.

And the fat man really thought bad this time, because he would never have imagined that the other party just wanted to use people to test the gun.

By the time a large group of heavily armed soldiers arrived at the Military Academy, cordoned off all areas and began a carpet search, the fat man had already followed the trail of the Nine Eyes into the mountains.

A good gunslinger is also a master of stealth. He is cautious and careful. The traces left by the places are so subtle that it is difficult to spot them unless you are a specially trained person.

But the fat man is different, because he has a perverted master who can be called a "perfect old man". A supreme figure who can be called a master in every way.

The fat man can't say that he has inherited all the mantles of the old man, but he has also learned the skills of the old man.

The ability to follow the trail is no worse than that of the trace experts. Even more professional than many old bird special forces.

The direction range and distance of the blade of grass, and the crease of the thorn branch are the basis for judging the direction of the other party. As long as you look closely, you will find more useful and valuable clues.

The fat man's face was gloomy. Once he gets serious, it's scary. Beasts lurking inside will emerge. Everything that the other party has done to him, he will return it by ten times the means.

The forest is dense, and the weeds and thorns are waist-deep. The light is dim, and birds are occasionally heard.

The fat man cautiously searched and stealth. Scrape the blades of grass around it. After chasing him all the way here, the other party did not shoot him again. But he believes the direction is right. The other party must be in the mountains. Lurking, waiting for him.

I don't dare to say who the other party is for the time being, but judging from all kinds of signs, the other party is definitely a veteran.

The other party was armed with a gun, and he was empty-handed. The situation was not in his favor.

But he came in too much of a hurry, and chased after him in a desperate rage. As a result, there is no weapon at hand. In desperation, he could only break a branch the size of a baby's arm and hold it in his hand. The broken part of the branch is jagged and sharp, and this thing stabs a person in the neck, and it is also a bloody hole. A crude and primitive melee weapon, but no better than an empty hand.

Keep your eyes alert and keep your ears up to listen carefully to the movements around you. As he walked, he suddenly stopped and took a closer look ahead. A clearing, weeds and no footprints. It looks ordinary, but the fat man doesn't dare to be careless. Just because the other side doesn't shoot doesn't mean there are no other means.

In jungle warfare, everything that is visible and available can be turned into a lethal weapon. At this time, the competition is to see who is more patient and alert. Experience, insight, impromptu response. It can both save lives and kill people. Whoever is the prey and who is the hunter depends on whose means are more sophisticated.

If you don't find anything unusual in the clearing, look for it on both sides.

Sure enough, he soon found scratching marks on the trunk of the tree next to him, and his eyes followed the marks upward. Rattan is tied to the branches that are more than three meters high. Looking to the left along the rattan, the fat man sneered, and there was a two-meter-square "well"-shaped wooden frame hanging in the air, and dozens of sharp wooden branches were tied. A simple and practical trap.

Returning to his original position, he bent down to pull away the weeds in front of him, and a taut rattan was hidden inside. If I hadn't stopped for a while, I would have touched the mechanism.

The fat man hooked the rattan with his toes, pushed it back, and then quickly dodged sideways. Call! The wooden shelves above fell with a bang, and the sharp wooden branches wedged deep into the ground.

In the distance, squatting between the branches more than ten meters above the ground, through the scope, he observed the fat man's nine-eyed cold gaze flashing, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile. Put the gun back on your back and climb down the trees. Whizzed away again.

Play slowly, there is time.

When you're exhausted, you'll be able to taste what it's like to have your neck torn and torn.

After that, the fat man broke seven or eight traps in a row. The further back you go, the rougher it gets. It was obviously made in a hurry under a tight schedule. The fat man understood that this was because he was chasing too fast, and the other party did not have so much time to set up traps.

The fat man stood in the open space and shouted contemptuously, "Don't mess with these children's things, there's a kind of face-to-face." What kind of man is a man who hides his head and tail? ”