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Noticing the moment when the enemy on the side tried to pull out his gun and sneak attack, Han Yue chuckled nervously, and then pulled the thin young man in front of him whose talent seemed to be related to perception as a shield, threw it straight at the muzzle of the opponent's gun, and then disappeared into the rain again. 35xs

"Right!" Someone immediately drew inferences.

The rain on the right is blown away by an invisible wall of wind. Ren Shijing's eyes showed a hint of contempt, and he moved as he shot at the opponent who seemed to be accustomed to hide-and-seek.

Several bullets clearly hit something invisible, but the screams rang out behind them. Ren Shijing was stunned as he reloaded the bullets, and a long black coat that had been pierced with several holes floated to the ground from the right side.

Tricked. Ren Shijing continued to tumble against the muddy water on the ground until he leaned against a broken wall. He looked around cautiously and saw another brother fall headlong into the rain.

That's right, after all, the opponent is a person who has lived to be over thirty years old in an army with so much pressure to survive, and has never smashed his "legendary" signboard. Ren Shijing slightly put away the heart of neglect that arose because of the number of people who were absolutely suppressed.

"All the staff spread out, two by two, back to back, alert in all directions!" Ren Shijing shouted, "The other party is an outlier who only uses cold weapons, don't waste your energy listening to the gunshot!" Watch out for the water waves on the ground! ”

This last requirement may be a bit difficult for a strong man. Dense rainwater fell from the sky, tangling in each puddle into a kaleidoscopic ripple. The ripples gathered and dissipated quickly, and if Han Yue was careful enough to control his pace, slow down, and try to synchronize with the frequency of the splash, it would not be easy to notice.

Of course, slowing down also means that South Korea and Vietnam have become live targets for thermal weapons.

"What age is it, still killing people with this old 'martial arts' that should have been eliminated." Ren Shijing sneered, "Everyone, take out your guns, don't spare the bullets, and make sure that the barrage covers all the places in front of you - of course, don't hurt your own people." 35xs”

After a sporadic round of firelight, there was silence all around.

Ren Shijing looked forward thoughtfully for a while, and said in a low voice: "...... It's about hiding in a corner that will be 'avoided'. ”

"Over there!" One of the gunmen seemed to notice an unusual, continuous splash of water not far away, and while excitedly adjusting the firing position, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist.

"I hate it when someone is smug in front of me." All he saw was a pair of eyes that were unusually bright in the rain, and a light voice brushed in his ears.

Both hands have been severed with their wrists! The pistol fell to the ground, and the gun bearer stared at the blood from the arteries in his hand for a second, then fell to his knees on the gravel ground screaming.

Blowing lightly in the ear of the enemy directly in front of him, Han Yue sent the slender knife into the man's heart. Before the back-to-back companion could react, he bent his knees slightly, deliberately stirring the waterhole a little farther away with his blade.

This group of young people who have obviously been systematically trained and have quite good shooting accuracy really hit the trick. The pouring barrage passed by Han Yue, he actually found a gap and bent his body to do a lunge press leg, and then provoked a long splash with his knife again, and kicked the young man next to him who pulled the trigger with trembling wrists because of obvious nervousness, kicked hard in the crook of his knee, and then snatched the firearm he took off, and hit a row of eyebrows neatly.

He just doesn't usually use guns, and it's not that he doesn't know how to use guns. Han Yue almost laughed. If this group of people are lucky enough to get acquainted with his master's ghost, they may have heard about his early use of all kinds of strange weapons.

With such proximity, it is much easier to take a gun from a person than a long knife.

The expected repression did not materialize. Ren Shijing's face was cold, trying to capture the occasional reflection of the long knife that moved so fast that it almost gave people the illusion of "teleportation".

Due to objective conditions, the only heavy weapon they carried on this trip was actually a heavy machine gun that looked quite old. Flash Dance.

At the critical moment, a group of enemies who were so united that they could almost be used as a model for singing praises spontaneously formed a circle as a human wall, buying the Heavy precious time to reload.

No one can be faster than such a rate of fire! The Heavy roared and spun slightly to move the firing position, even accidentally concentrating a companion who was too unlucky to completely crush the unseen enemy in this way.

The human wall had to be scattered. The Heavy faintly heard a crisp sound, and then, the slender reflective light suddenly spun and flew in front of his eyes, and in the midst of the loud noise, the hot barrel in front of him suddenly broke off neatly, and the barrel fragments from the explosion instantly nailed into his body. His ears seemed to be bleeding, and he roared unwillingly, leaning on the gun rack and unwilling to fall.

It can be repaired, and it can be repaired! His right hand, missing an index finger, flicked nimbly back and forth on the weapon he regarded as life. His talent is "analysis"! Find the damaged parts, reassemble them, and this heavy weapon will soon be ready for use!

The Heavy laughed maniably for less than three seconds. A cold weapon plunged into his heart from the side. He slowly looked up in surprise and saw the opponent in front of him with a bloody hole in his shoulder.

Finally...... I've hurt you! Ecstasy and unwillingness intertwined in his eyes, he vomited blood and wanted to laugh a few more times, but saw the other party slowly approaching his ear and said seriously: "This is what my master left behind...... How are you going to compensate me? ”

The Heavy subconsciously lowered his head at his gaze, only to realize that the weapon in his heart was actually a broken knife.

Hit the knife "cut the wind". There is no prestige in the rivers and lakes, only the blessings and majesty of countless dead former masters are always entwined around the blade. There is only one legend about it—in a matter of life and death, this blade, known for its sharpness to sharpen iron like clay, will become the last shield of the wielder, just like the most loyal companion.

The previous owner, Jiang Bonan, once threw it one last time after being pierced through the heart, nailing the betrayer in the ship to the cold alloy wall.

There seemed to be a flame beating in Han Yue's squinted eyes. He ignored his injured shoulder and slowly turned the broken knife in his hand with one hand.

The knife finally proved itself to be worthy of its name today. The bullet should have gotten into Han Yue's heart instead of his shoulder. And "Shear Wind", or the "big brother" in the mouth of the previous owner, missed the bullet at the cost of breaking and saved Han Yue's life.

"It seems that you have no chance to lose ......" Han Yue spit out the words slowly, and then threw down the body of the machine gunner, inserted the broken knife back behind him, and pulled out the rib difference "Chengyue".

Few people could be lucky enough to see the hideous expression on his face at the moment. Han Yue turned his neck, swept over the few survivors in turn, and finally turned his gaze to Ren Shijing, who had been cowering in the distance.

"I'm angry right now. You're going to be out of luck. Han Yue rarely said such a serious threat.

Ren Shijing looked at him fixedly for a while, and then applauded sparsely, praising it: "Sure enough, it is worthy of its reputation." ”

"When you die, you'll be chased by an even more powerful one underground."

Ren Shijing looked at his injuries from a distance, suddenly laughed sullenly, and said, "It's better to be like this." Now that you and I are hurt, I can't bear to let the few remaining brothers die. Let's be fair and have a bit of a fight on your best 'cold weapon', how about it? ”

Han Yue slowly looked at this strong man who was at least two meters three, smirked, and replied, "We are not a heavyweight, so I will suffer a lot." ”

"I thought you wouldn't take me seriously."

"I really didn't take you seriously." Han Yue fell to the ground, suddenly burst out again, kicked at an enemy who was about to shoot a black gun, and then grabbed the man's collar with one hand, and said with a sneer, "But in the face of a villain like you, I still have to be careful." ”

"Throw away the guns." Ren Shijing took the lead and threw the pistol in his hand aside, pulled out the long knife from behind his back, and said eagerly, "Let me learn and learn well." ”

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Deep in the woods, slender girls struggled to carry the wounded, jumping from branch to branch.

The young man wiped the rain from the scope and crouched among the bushes.

"Mr. Li, we are on our way to support Captain Ren, please rest assured." The sound in the headphones is not very clear, probably because the thunderstorm has affected the signal.

"Roger, haven't you contacted Lu Xiao yet?" Even though he knew that the girl had not received any auditory reinforcement, he lowered his voice and asked.

"Sorry, not yet...... I'm afraid ......" the other party's words flickered. Li Ran knew that many people misunderstood the relationship between him and Lu Xiao, and called this teenage girl "Mr. Li's girl" behind his back.

"Got it, get in touch again." Li Ran cut off communications.

Not far away, Yuan Sui finally seemed to be a little unable to support it, hunched over and stopped on a branch, as if he was gasping.

Li Ran quietly looked at the small figure and slowly raised the muzzle of the gun.

Inside the scope, the silhouette of the girl finally became clear. First the eyes that were bright but tired, and seemed to be forever haunted by a layer of mist, then the slightly childish round cheeks that did not match her overall temperament, and then the hair that was even darker because it was wet.

The wind blew, and Li Ran's gaze finally focused on the wet dark red hairband that barely floated up, and after a full five seconds of stagnation, he sighed softly.

Yuan Sui in the scope bit his lip tightly, and his eyes were stubborn for years. The whole world seems to have suddenly pressed the mute button, and Yuan Sui's every move is like slow motion in an old movie. Li Ran watched her pull a piece of cloth from her skirt, sloppily wrapped the suspected worn bare foot, and moved her mouth irritably, and finally straightened up and gradually disappeared in the torrential rain.

"You've grown up." He whispered.

Li Ran raised his head with his eyes closed, with a vague smile on his face, welcoming the washing of the rain.