The two mercenaries on the opposite side looked at each other interestingly, looking at each other and smiling, as if they felt inexplicably happy for this moment of warmth before death. This is the smile of the victor who controls the fate of others.

"Are you ready?" Zhao Jie asked calmly.

Yang Fan's gaze was locked on the front, and the iron pestle in his hand was eager to try, "Always ready." ”

"!"

The two of them tacitly shouted the slogan of the charge, and the first strike is the strongest!

Yang Fan waved the weapon in his hand and stepped forward in small steps, he knew that this time the enemy would definitely not be like the one he had just encountered, stupidly telling himself to knock it.

The unarmed mercenary, with no fear on his face, just shook his head slightly. In the flash of lightning, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his body rushed into the air, swinging his fist.

The moment Yang Fan noticed the other party's action, the iron pestle in his hand had already been quietly thrown out, reaching the ultimate state of being fast and ruthless.

"Suffer death!"

Unexpectedly, the mercenary didn't even want to dodge, he took the falling iron pestle with the palm of his hand, and performed a live performance of "catching the iron pestle with his bare hands". With a little force, he drew his weapon in an instant, and threw it into the distance.

Almost at the same time, he kicked forward and struck a combination of punches in quick succession, punching into the flesh.

Yang Fan was stunned and wanted to dodge, but his waist couldn't help him react quickly, so he could only stop in place, waiting for the sanction of fate.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

“……”

He took this punch and punch like a heavy cannon head-on, his body was like a fight, he was beaten to pieces, and the pain seemed to be everywhere, spreading from the inside to the outside and then from the outside to the inside, until he was beaten to the point of doubting his life.

"Ahh

Gradually, the faint moans were drowned out in the heavy blows, and Yang Fan tore at his throat, but he couldn't make a sound. His eyes were covered in a frosty mist, his vision blurred, and he unconsciously fell backwards, slamming to the ground.

"Yang Fan!" He heard Zhao Jie's call in a daze, so close and so far away.

Soon, another person fell, it was Zhao Jie.

The mercenary stepped on his body with his feet, constantly crushing him, and his screams were overwhelming one after another, shouting heartbreakingly, awakening the unconscious Yang Fan. I saw that the person spat at Zhao Jie's face, laughing wildly and hideously, and he mocked the person under his feet with extremely disdainful words.

"Rubbish!"

"Inferior people!"

Those words were so harsh that they pierced Yang Fan's heart, but he knew that these ridicules were even more unacceptable insults to his brother.

He clearly remembered what Zhao Jie said to himself during the selection process of special forces.

"Without a country, there is no home, and without a home, there will be no human being. The country, the family, and the people are a whole and inseparable. Only when the country is prosperous and strong and the nation is rejuvenated, will the family be happy and everyone can live with peace of mind. ”

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up for me! Zhao Jie let out a final roar. He leapt to his feet, his eyes red, and pounced on his foe, his hands clutching his throat.

This man must die!

The mercenary was obviously unprepared for this sudden counterattack, and when he reacted, he could no longer break free, his face was flushed, his eyes widened to reveal a little fear, and his elbows were constantly hitting the rear, even if he hit the target with every blow, he could not change the outcome of being locked up. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his body's resistance slowly lost its original strength.

A cold light suddenly came out of its sheath and stabbed straight at the person behind him.

"Zhao Jie!"

Yang Fan let out an exclamation, and the whole person bounced up, and when he mentioned the heart of his throat, he suddenly lost his beat.

Zhao Jie, whose face was bloodless, immediately regained focus after a moment of dilation, firm and fearless, his hands remained in their original state, and the green tendons were convex, as if they were about to burst.

The mercenary weakly stretched out his left hand and signaled to his partner for help.

"Don't think!" Yang Fan took the first step and hugged the other party's feet tightly, he knew that what he could do now was not to let this person take a step.

The angry mercenary took out the pistol on his waist, but stuffed it into it again, and he suddenly realized that the person under his feet could only be captured alive, not killed.

“F*ck！”

Helplessly, he scolded angrily, and for a moment he seemed a little helpless, and in a few seconds of hesitation, his partner was under his gaze, and walked towards the final death, his head hanging heavily.

Until the last moment, Zhao Jie's hand still did not let go, and he fell to the ground with the other party, ending his own duel. He lay on his back on the ground, as if he had lost the character of life.

Yang Fan saw that the corners of his brother's mouth were slightly raised, full of joy of success.

"That's good." He sighed heartily.

In the next second, the mercenary who managed to break free kicked him fiercely.

"I'll kill you." The enemy who walked towards Zhao Jie announced his decision in an eerie and terrifying tone, and he once again took out a pistol from his waist, his eyes revealing the excitement of killing.

Zhao ...... Jie ......" Yang Fan struggled to stand up, fell down again and again, and watched the mercenary go away, his heart twisted together, pinching and pulling, as if he had been cut by a knife, uncomfortable.

He remembered memories that belonged to the two of them, and they had known each other since the first grade of elementary school, and for the next thirteen years, they had been each other's best brothers, and they had never changed. Time put a lock on this friendship, and he thought it would last many, many years later, but only then did he know that the key to unlocking the lock was still the death of each other.

At this moment, when Yang Fan saw Zhao Jie in crisis, but he felt powerless, this helplessness was so strong.

"It can't end like this."

He kept muttering in his heart, lying on the ground, his hands and feet exerting force at the same time, like a humble ant, making a final resistance.

You can't give up hope until the end.

"Die!" The mercenary pulled out his pistol, the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the target's head, his fingers gradually exerting force, and the trigger was slowly pressing down.

"Zhao Jie!" Behind him came Yang Fan's hoarse scream, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be controlled.

"Boom!"

The sound of gunfire did not stop because of his shouting, and what should come always came, neither sooner nor later.

In this world, it is never the tears of cowardice and incompetence that change fate, but the strength built on the basis of strength.

The mercenary fell, and at his neck, a visible knife mark was spurting blood, turning into a stunning poppy flower in the air.

Yang Fan, who was stunned in place, looked up, and a familiar figure shone brightly under the refraction of the light.

"Zhou Ling!"

He stood in front of the deceased, looking down expressionlessly, and the blood left from the dagger in his hand fell to the ground drop by drop.

Fate is always only in the hands of the strong, this is Zhou Ling's truth.

Yang Fan never thought that the person who told him that he wanted to stay in the army for training would now fall from the sky to save them from fear and death, his thoughts were complicated, and there was a wave in his heart.

Zhao Jie's closed eyes opened again, blinking and blinking in disbelief, and finally fixed his eyes and accepted the facts in front of him, he whispered silently: "Zhou Ling......"

Zhou Ling walked to Yang Fan's side, stretched out his hand, and pulled the other party up.

"You're here."

"Hmm."

After a brief exchange of greetings, neither of them spoke again, and they both knew that the top priority was to save people.

Zhou Ling's footsteps were brisk, and he took the lead in walking towards Zhao Jie, who was seriously injured.

Yang Fan dragged his bruised body and followed behind him, he looked at the other party's straight back and fell into deep thought.

"What happened, how could so many people die?" Under the gaze of everyone, a person walked out of the shadows, and he asked eagerly in a panic.

After seeing each other's appearance clearly, everyone let down their vigilance, it was Zhu Tianli.

"It's a mercenary." Zhou Ling replied coldly, and then he squatted down to inspect Zhao Jie's injuries.

"You go and help Yang Fan, let's leave quickly."

Zhu Tianli just shook his head and said regretfully: "No, I can't do without it." ”

"For ......"

"Boom!"

Before Zhou Ling finished asking, the sharp gunfire pierced the hard-won peaceful atmosphere, and everyone present froze at this moment, and there was no time to make any dodge reactions.

Except for one person, he made a life-and-death decision at a critical moment.

Yang Fan rose into the air and pounced on Zhou Ling in front of him, using his body to block the ferocious bullets.

"Ahh

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining Zhou Ling's white shirt red.

Yang Fan's pain had long been numb, and he only felt the bullet burrowing into his chest, and then piercing perfectly in the high-speed movement, and finally hitting the wall.

Zhou Ling's body trembled violently, and a chill emanated from his whole body, like lightning flashing, he disappeared from everyone's sight, and the dagger in his hand stabbed out and pierced deep into the murderer's heart.

Zhu Tianli fell straight ahead, without the slightest struggle, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes that no longer blinked revealed incomprehension and fear.

Yang Fan and Zhao Jie, the two dying people finally leaned together, they did not tell each other their last words, but joked without a word.

In the final analysis, Yang Fan is a person who is afraid of death, but all along, as long as Zhao Jie is there, they will always be able to maintain an optimistic attitude, and they will not give up the opportunity to have fun in suffering because of the misfortune in front of them.

"Yang Fan, are you dead?"

"You're not dead."

"I guess...... I can outlive you by a few seconds. ”

Zhou Ling walked up to the two of them, squatted down, the expression on his face was complicated, he frowned and said, "Idiot." ”

"Haha...... cough cough cough ......"

Zhao Jie laughed, stared at each other, and said sincerely: "Zhou Mutou, thank you." ”

Yang Fan echoed and expressed his gratitude.

"Tie."

Zhao Jie put away his smile, he seemed to be recalling something, and said to himself: "Zhou Mutou, how long have we known each other?" ”

"Seven years, at the beginning of the first year."

"It's been a long time."

"Hmm."

"What if...... We can still live and be brothers together.

Zhou Ling couldn't help but be stunned, at this time, the music played in the haunted house was suddenly cut off, and the familiar rhythm and melody sounded.

"Dangdangdang—dangdangdang—"

Accompanied by this majestic symphony of fate, a gradually approaching footstep knocked on the door of fate.