Raising his right hand in a panic, he pointed the pistol at Tang Moshen, and the man bent his fingers and pulled the trigger.

Tang Moshen raised his left hand, his fingers poked out like lightning, grabbed the opponent's spear body, and raised it upward.

Boom!

The bullet came out of the chamber and grazed the top of his head, striking the snow-covered spruce trees diagonally above.

He then threw his right fist.

A hard punch was smashing into the throat of the enemy.

The throat bone shattered, and the man's body shook, weakly releasing his fingers and falling to the ground.

At this time, the snow and broken branches in mid-air had just fallen.

The man flew to his feet, his knees flying the snow in mid-air, knocking out another fellow who rushed towards him.

At the same time, raising his right hand, pulling the trigger, and diagonally forward to the two guys who aimed at him, blood splattered on the spot.

A guy with red hair quietly touched his back and was ready to sneak attack, and as soon as his hand was raised, he had already been shot in the temple.

Tang Mo didn't look back, his movements didn't pause at all, he just rushed towards the enemy in front of him.

How long has he been with Wen Ziqian, he knows the other party's marksmanship, and of course he can rest assured that he will hand over his back to him.

This is the trust and tacit understanding that can only be found after countless tests of life and death.

In the pine forest, the snow falls.

The man's figure caught like the wind, carrying the snow particles into the air, reaping the lives of his enemies like death.

Everywhere they went, nothing but the wind and the fallen corpses were left.

Seeing his companions fall one by one, the silver-haired man let out a loud shout and flew towards Tang Moshen.

Before he could get close, he was already kicked away by a man.

Wen Ziqian pulled the trigger and shot a point, killing the silver-haired man who fell on the snow.

Glancing around, he didn't find any enemies, so Tang Moshen stopped his steps.

The man's short hair was stained with snow, and Joon didn't have the slightest superfluous expression on his face.

If it weren't for the fact that his right fist was still stained with blood from who he didn't know, it would almost be impossible to tell that he had just experienced a vicious battle.

A strange sound came from afar, like the sudden hum of the wind in a valley.

Is that...... The sound of a helicopter.

Tang Moshen's eyebrows jumped heavily, picked up a gun from the ground, turned around and rushed to the top of the slope.

"Ziqian, quick!"

Grabbing the gun, Wen Ziqian turned around and followed him.

On his left arm, blood was still flowing outward, and he was just fine.

This gentle man who usually wears a suit has a resolute expression on his face at the moment.

After working in the ministry for a year, the tedious clerical work did not wear out the blood in his bones.

Once he holds the gun, he is still a soldier!

……

……

Heavy ski clothes on his body and stiff ski boots on his feet......

The snow in the pine forest has never been stepped on, thick and soft.

With each step, the shoes sink deep into the soft snow.

Every meter you advance requires a great deal of physical strength.

The face was scratched by a pine branch, and it hurt hotly......

However, Pei Yun couldn't take these lightly.

Slipping and getting up again, she climbed up quickly with her hands and feet, and finally broke out of the pine forest and came to a gentle hillside.

Pulling out her phone from her body, she raised her right hand and searched for possible cell phone signals.

Finally, there is a grid.

She was overjoyed, and just as she was about to dial, the message disappeared again.

"Damn it!"

With a scolding scolding, she turned around, grabbed her phone and crawled higher again.

Finally, climb to the top of the mountain.

By this time, she was exhausted and sat down on the snow, and she raised her right hand again.

Finally, the message appeared, one after another......