The sound of gunfire is very familiar.

Calm, heavy, crisp, is a cutting-edge sniper rifle.

But just as famous as this sniper rifle is the bulkiness of this gun.

There is no one in this group who can carry such a sniper rifle, and it is impossible to use such a coarse benzene in such narrow terrain.

What's more, this thing is so conspicuous, how can it be hidden in plain sight.

But he didn't think much about it, and he didn't give Ao Hunt any more time to guess.

When the gunshot rang out, the Hunter sensed a great threat and immediately rushed forward in embarrassment.

But no matter how quickly he reacted, the moment he heard the sound, he knew that he couldn't dodge.

With his superhuman physique, he instinctively threw himself out.

At the same time as he hurriedly fell, he saw that the fish was suddenly in mid-air, as if it had been hit by something, and its body flew out sideways, hitting the wall violently.

For a moment, he saw that the turtle's body was carrying blood and slid down from the wall, and at the place where he hit, a bullet hole the size of an index finger appeared.

Leaning on the ground, looking down at his chest, blood gushing out of the wound for a moment, did not hit the vital point, but the shot also hit him hard.

The only thing he was glad for was that such a powerful penetrating power, after piercing through a few of his bones, still maintained its terrifying power, piercing through his own body, instead of exploding in his chest.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to withstand such a terrible injury and will be killed directly.

After rolling on the ground, he raised his head in horror for the first time, and saw that there was a pair of rotten mountains of meat on the table.

A piece of steak that had been completely smoked had an extra bullet hole, and a wisp of burnt green smoke was coming out of the bullet hole.

"There is a helper!"

Ao's pupils tightened, and a chill arose in their hearts, the sniper had been under their noses from the start.

Almost everyone looked in his direction, and in the nearest place, they were no more than a meter or so apart.

But no one ever paid attention to his direction.

Not only because of the pungent rancid smell, but also because the vision is so disgusting that people subconsciously avoid their eyes and save their stomachs.

Besides, no one would think that the fat cat's body like a mountain of meat could be hidden in front of their eyes.

I didn't think about it at all, the other party would have helpers.

It is these psychological reasons that cause everyone to turn a blind eye to this table.

What he thought was not wrong, but perhaps because time did not allow him to think about it, he did not realize that this was a trap for him in itself.

Zhao Ke knew very well how much negative impact the fat cat's rebellion would cause.

Maybe in addition to pulling the fat cat into Daxia Ding, there are other ways that will not blow the dust, and can also force the fat cat into a dead end.

But the fat cat is not Zhao Ke's goal.

For Zhao Ke, this saved a lot of effort, but left a lot of problems.

So Zhao Ke chose to let the fat cat disappear and let the fat pig take its place.

The attendant in disguise will not go to find the Aoxian until two days later.

It's pinching, the colonel of the Riot Corps, who is tasked with protecting the safety of the base, is burning the edge of his eyebrows.

The clone only needs to throw out some reminders, and the Hunter will not be surprised that the fat cat may still be hiding in this place.

After all, a large amount of materials is enough for the fat cat to consume for a long time.

Although this possibility is not very large, even if it is only a very small possibility, Zhao Ke believes that the hunt will definitely come.

Just like he thought, what if?

Hunter was lucky to make the right bet, but unfortunately, at the same time, he will also find that in this gamble, the bet is his life!

Looking at the blood he kept sparing, his eyes flashed with a sinister light.

He didn't have time to deal with the sniper, because what was more fatal was the Fat Pig's stormy attack.

Actually, there is no need for a reminder.

After a brief moment of stunned moments when he saw that the Aojiao was seriously injured, the muzzles of the guns in the hands of all the high-ranking fighters had already pulled the trigger towards the pile of rotten rotten meat on the table.

The blinding sound of gunfire roared through the room.

It's a pity that although their reaction was fast, it was still too slow for Zhao Ke.

In the dark, I saw Zhao Ke silently put away the space dagger inserted behind the door frame, and at the same time calculated the cooldown time for the next time.

Looking ahead, the figure who was shooting frantically.

Pulling open the sniper rifle holder in his hand, his eyes were as light as water, as if Zhao Ke was not killing people, but practicing target shooting at the shooting range.

"Bang ......"

In the darkness, the muzzle of the gun erupted with dazzling firelight, and dense energy bombs blew out the rotten flesh on the table, and instantly smashed the table, including the table.

It's just that when the gun went out, he saw the table and chair in front of him shattered and the flesh was scorched, but the sniper was missing.

"Absent?"

Seeing this, everyone was at a loss when they looked at the tables and chairs that had been shattered.

But then, the gunshots rang out again.

It was still so calm and heavy, but the sound echoed in the narrow corridor, but it was deafening.

"Poof!"

A high-ranking warrior's body jerked, his eyes widened, and he felt a stream of heat flow down his neck.

His chest gasped violently, and his mouth opened so wide.

It was clear that he was desperate for a cough and fresh air.

It's like there's something in my throat and eyes that's blocked, and I can't cough it out!

Then a large amount of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, like a sinuous red snake, and quickly flowed to his neck, and the focus of his wide eyes began to spread, and the whole person sat motionless on the ground.

Looking at the corpses of their companions lying in pools of blood, a group of high-ranking warriors quickly threw themselves on the ground, trying to find cover.

But it didn't work.

I just heard that in the dark, a flash of light suddenly burst out, and the next second, the senior warrior who was hiding behind the table, his body flew out from behind the table, and his heart was punched out of a hole.

Pull the bolt and ding! It was the sound of a bullet casing falling.

Immediately after that, the third shot.

As if there was no need to lock it with the naked eye, the bullet instantly pierced through the thin tempered glass, blasting the other person's head off.

The narrow environment, but it also brought Zhao Ke's powerful five senses to the extreme, every movement of these people, every sound, and even the rapid wheezing of their chests, Zhao Ke could rely on his five senses to be clear.

"Bastard, cover me!"

After two people were injured in a row, I saw a short figure, suddenly rushing out from shouting and swearing, the figure suddenly blurred under the gun, and in the next second, it had rushed into the corridor.

The figure flickered and moved.

Zhao Ke's eyes showed a bit of hesitation.

Tuluca!

Zhao Ke still remembers very clearly that this short man, who likes to collect anime very much, is a good brother of Dao Meis.

At the beginning of the meeting, he borrowed a poster of the three cat-eye sisters on his bedside, and easily deceived the news he wanted.

In the last retreat, Tuluca gave himself the flare gun.

It was also the flare gun that was chased and killed by the prosthetic body later, and was fired in the minefield.

Surprisingly, when the two met again, it was actually here.

It's not as a comrade anymore, it's an enemy!

For a short moment of hesitation, a glint appeared in Zhao Ke's eyes, and at the same time that the dwarf Tuluka disappeared again.

In the double pupils, a pair of secondary pupils suddenly opened.

With a cold and ruthless secondary pupil, quickly in the dark, locked the space that gradually distorted.

"I'm sorry!"

With an apology, Zhao Ke decisively pulled the trigger on his hand.

However, at this time, Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly tightened, and he exclaimed: "No! ”

I saw that the distorted space quickly collapsed, and Tuluka's figure did not appear as Zhao Ke expected.

"Two-stage flash!"

Behind him, Tuluca's roar came, it turned out that during this time, his prosthetic body was killed, which made his strength skyrocket, and he comprehended the ability to flash twice in a row.

This time, the person was already behind Zhao Ke.

It's just that Tuluka's eyes are firmly fixed on the light electric rail sniper rifle in Zhao Ke's hand.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to see that there is an inconspicuous mark on the jet-black gun.

This mark was accidentally put on by myself.

But the guide did not blame him for this, but dragged him to drink.

So this gun, in Tuluca's impression, was too deep, the moment he saw this gun.

I saw that the dwarf's moist eyes suddenly flickered, and then became dark again, and then uncontrollable anger flared up.

"Grass you ancestor!"

This time, instead of using two more guns, Tuluka added two more dark blue scimitars.

As the blade unsheathed, blue flames crept up on Tuluka's hands like appendages, setting his skin on fire.

"Sacrifice Technique!"

Zhao Ke's brows tightened slightly, and through the secondary pupils, he could clearly see that the blue flame was frantically devouring Tuluka's vitality, blood, and even soul!

This kind of ability, I am afraid, is often only found in the sacrificial skills of the postman.

That is, Tuluka may be a prosthesis of some unknown postman.

It's just that he died a little earlier.

Naturally, Tuluca could not have sacrificed stamps or postage points to stimulate such abilities, as the postman did.

Therefore, the price of activating such an ability is naturally only one, life!

Facing Tuluca's mad killing intent, Zhao Ke glanced at the sniper rifle in his hand, his chest rose and fell slightly, put the sniper rifle away, and slowly saw Xue Jizi pull it out from the mail book.

"You want to fight, satisfy you!"

The blade was unsheathed, and the biting frost caressed Zhao Ke's expressionless cheeks.

The secondary pupils opened, and at the same time, the angry and arrogant personality was activated by Zhao Ke at the same time.

"Kill!"

Tuluca's flames burned his body, but the pain couldn't overshadow the anger in his chest.

In his mind, a smile flickered at the corner of the corner of the guide Mace's mouth when the two were finally separated, and he said okay, he would wait in the defense area.

As long as he sees a flare, he will answer it as soon as possible.

Await......

One day

Two days,

Three days

Tuluca crouched at the very top of the defense zone every day, waiting for the agreed flares.

But the flare never came again.

That separation became a farewell.

"T-shaped two slashes."

"Moon Wolf Run!"

In an instant, the figures of the two suddenly blurred in the sword light.

"Bang!" The cold sword light was accompanied by a crisp soft sound.

Zhao Ke's brows suddenly locked together, looking at the handle of the knife inserted in his abdomen, his eyebrows cast a helplessness.

He closed his eyes slightly, and pressed forward with both hands on the hilt.

"Poof!"

As the blade pierced inch by inch, Tuluka's chest was only piercing cold, and his blood instantly surged all over his body.

A mouthful of hoarfrost came out of Tuluca's mouth, and Zhao Ke seemed to hear his faint voice: "Why didn't you come back!" ”

Under hoarfrost.

Tuluca's gaze became hazy, and his dilated pupils were filled with deep exhaustion, as if he had returned to that day, standing at the top of the defensive line, waiting for the agreed signal.

The cold rain blew on his face, making his heart tense, and he wondered if he would be impressed by the light of the signal flare in this heavy rain.

He stared intently at the sky.

Powerlessness, confusion, and despair poured into his body with the rain, washing away the last hope in his heart.

Just when Tuluca's pupils were dilated.

Suddenly, a pair of fiery palms caressed his shoulders.

"I'm back!"

Familiar sounds, I can't tell if it's illusion or it's real.

He tried to open his eyes, but perhaps he was too tired, and the never-ending war was like a rain that lasted for days.

He was sleepy and a little cold.

But...... It's good to be back!

Looking at the frozen light in Tuluca's eyes, the fire of life was gradually extinguished.

Zhao Ke was very helpless, and in his bitter smile, he couldn't tell what it was like.

Slowly lowering Tuluka's body from his arms, his palms brushing his eyes and closing his eyelids.

He had thought of putting Tuluca in the stamp book and burying him when he left here.

But when you think about it, it's not appropriate.

He belongs here, his faith is here, and perhaps his relatives are here.

Maybe being buried here is where he ends.

I saw Zhao Ke stand up, stretched out his hand and pulled out the short knife inserted in his abdomen and threw it on the ground.

Replace the arrogant personality and activate gluttony.

At the same time, he took out a golden medicine steamed bun from the postal album, put it in his mouth, and chewed it unhurriedly.

His eyes stared ahead, and he put Yukihime back in the book.

I saw that Zhao Ke's body was quickly covered with a layer of pitch-black armor, and two fist blades popped out with two fists slightly clenched.

Under the light emitted by the sunburn and night thorns, you can see that Zhao Ke is hidden under the mask, and his eyes are extremely irritable.

"Who else!"

The sound was not loud, but when it came to the ears, it seemed to be like a tiger roaring, as if the person walking in front of him step by step was not a person, but a vicious tiger who was in a bad mood and was about to kill someone to vent his anger.

Not far away, the hunt was in the midst of a bitter battle, and when he heard the voice, his heart suddenly felt cold.

At this time, he didn't know that all this in front of him was a trap for himself.

"Hey, hey, your luck doesn't seem to be good!"

Possessed by the ghost tiger, the fat pig only felt that his strength had skyrocketed, and for him, although the weight of the ghost tiger was amazing, it had no effect on him at all.

The only bad thing may be that after wearing the ghost tiger, he can't stimulate his original ability.

The air cannon can be played, thanks to the reserved air port on the ghost tiger hand armor.

But that's enough.

With this huge power, as well as the powerful isolation of the ghost tiger.

Even though the mastery of the Ao Hunt was extraordinary, when that feminine dark energy passed through, after the ghost tiger, the remaining strength was not worth mentioning to his vajra body.

With the amazing weight of the ghost tiger, plus his own King Kong body.

The fat pig is a very wise choice, the most shameless way to play, to hurt for hurt, you slap me twice, it doesn't matter, I just need to punch you is enough.

The fat pig, who suddenly didn't care if he would get hurt or not, kept getting closer to the hunt like a mad dog.

Even in order to get close to the hunt, he did not hesitate to eat a series of palms from the hunt.

The palm wind is like thunder, and this set of palm techniques is not only a combination of offense and defense, but also a combination of rigidity and softness.

But the hunt in front of you is not a real hunt after all.

Ability may be translatable to him, but thoughts and realms cannot be inherited.

If it's a real hunt, this set of serial palms down.

Even if he wears a ghost tiger, the fat pig is afraid that he will suffer a dark loss.

However, the prosthesis in front of him, although he obviously has the power of the fish, he has not really comprehended these abilities, and developed them, delving into the true essence of them.

"Traitor!"

After a long battle, the key is that he was shot by a sneak attack before, which damaged his internal organs.

In the face of the fat pig's stinky and shameless close-fitting play, Ao Hunt soon suffered a loss.

Behind him, the gunshots became quieter and quieter, and the smell of blood in the air made the hunter scream in his heart.

He already had to kill one first.

Otherwise, when another person joins forces to attack, his hope of survival will become even more slim.

After figuring out the joints, the eyes of the hunt suddenly turned red! It was as if blood was pouring all over the body to the head.

He screamed.

It looks like a fierce lion that is seriously injured but does not die! The momentum of death alone made the fat pig's face frost.

I saw the hunt strike again, and this time I saw a faint gold on the hunter's body.

"Third-Order Overlord!"

The fat pig's heart was shocked, but he didn't expect that the prosthesis in front of him actually inherited the most powerful hole card of the hunt, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

gave up the previous stinky and shameless style of play, and chose to quickly step back.

"I want to go, it's late!"

With the blessing of the third-order hegemonic body, the muscles of the Aojiao's body swelled violently, and an arrow flew up, and the big hand seemed to be light and clever and slapped on the chest of the ghost tiger.

Suddenly, I saw a strong vibration from the ghost tiger's whole body, and then I heard "Bang!" With a muffled sound, the backbone of the ghost tiger quickly opened, and the fat pig flew out of it.

After rolling on the ground, his throat was sweet, and black blood spat out of his mouth.

The ability has reached the third order, which has entered the standard of the master hall in the intermediate postman, but he did not expect to appear on the prosthesis, which made the fat pig cry bitter.

That slap completely ignored his vajra body and hit the heart.

"Die!"

I saw the demon tiger kicked away with one kick, and his hands turned into fists, like a bird of prey out of the cage, and hit the fat pig's head with a punch.

Looking at the head-on punch, the fat pig's pupils couldn't help but tighten, and the strong sense of oppression made him almost suffocate, and the gap in strength was completely crushing power.

However, at this time, I heard Zhao Ke's roar on the side, and the black blood hammer was held in the palm of Zhao Ke's hand, and the target was Aojiao: "Resentful attack!" ”