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Walking into the dense rainforest, Fan Yize did not stop for a moment.

Over two mountain forests, a forest path appears in front of you.

Looking at the bare dirt on the trail, the traces of people often being trampled on, and the increasingly strong smell of blood, Fan Yize glanced at the mountain road heading up the mountain and turned to the woods on the other side.

Didn't take the path, went around the woods and headed towards the top of the hill.

When he was halfway up the mountain, Fan Yize stopped, and climbed the big tree on the side lightly, hidden in the branches, and looked at the two Dutch East Indians who were walking down together not far away.

These two Dutch East Indians, dressed in coarse cloth, walked frivolously, held machetes in their hands, and looked fierce.

From the machete in the hands of the two of them, Fan Yize smelled the smell of blood, which was the same smell as the strong smell of blood on the mountain.

With a sniper rifle in hand, the microwave scanning system began to scan the surrounding situation, except for the two people who were descending the mountain, there were thirty or forty people on the top of the mountain.

And from the scanning, it can be seen that four of the people on the top of the mountain are tied, and the conclusion is drawn from the fact that they are lying on the ground with their hands clenched at the back of their waists.

Without hesitation, the muzzle of Fan Yize's sniper rifle was directly aimed at the two Dutch East Indians who came down the mountain road not far away.

The two Dutch East Indians descending the mountain, unaware, were talking.

"It's really unpleasant, I still want to play with that woman, so I was sent down."

"What's so funny, that woman has been played with since last night, I don't know how many times I've been played, she's covered in blood, and I'll tie up another one at night......"

Before the Dutch East Indian on the left could finish speaking, he saw his companion's entire head gone, broken brains and blood splattered all over his body, and a blood poured into the sky on his viscous vertebrae.

"Ahh

Fan Yize, who was not far away, his face was cold, he pulled the trigger again, and the head of another person in the frenzy exploded again.

The 12.7mm sniper rifle bullet is extremely lethal in an instant, let alone two heads, even a piece of iron will be pierced.

This sniper rifle has two separate barrels, 12.7 mm and 20 mm, one for attacking armored vehicles and the other for heavy weapons to attack tanks.

Super lethal ability, used to kill, no less than slaughter.

Fan Yize's heart did not fluctuate, and he clearly heard the sound of the conversation between these two people from a distance, and the content clearly entered his ears.

For such a beast, no matter how much you kill, you will not feel guilty.

Without disposing of the two corpses, Fan Yize jumped off the branch and walked towards the top of the mountain.

The other party was completely defenseless, not even a windbreaker, and didn't seem to think that anyone could threaten them.

Near the top of the mountain, there is a cave that has been dug out by hand, and everyone is inside.

Before he got close to the cave, Fan Yize was the first to be attracted by a huge pit on the top of the mountain, which was dug by hand, and the rich smell of blood all came from this pit, and the pit was full of buzzing flies.

Coming to the edge of the pit, this nearly two-meter-wide pit was full of corpses, corpses without heads.

There were children between seven or eight years old and twelve or thirteen years old, there were women, all of them were women without exception, their bodies were all naked, their heads were cut off with sharp weapons, and they were covered in blood, no matter how old the corpses were, their lower bodies were in a mess, there were traces of blood flowing and pierced by sharp weapons, and there were dark blue colors everywhere on their bodies.

Eight bodies, four children, and four women, died horribly and were all brutally ill-treated before they died.

Yellow skin, extremely dazzling.

The birds in the forest were startled and flew away with their wings, and the snakes in the mountains trembled, and the flies flying around the pit scattered in an instant.

Only Fan Yize, who exuded a cold killing intent, and not far away, a jackal attracted by the smell of blood left in fright.

Putting away the sniper rifle and taking out the compound bow, Fan Yize took one last look at the eight corpses in the pit and walked directly towards the cave.

The noise coming from the cave made Fan Yize frown.

In the conversation inside, it clearly reached his ears, and every word did not leave the Chinese, and he also heard a sentence that made Fan Yize frown, saying that he would transport the looted things to the governor's mansion.

Listening to the sound of conversation coming from the cave, Fan Yize's footsteps did not stop, when he came to the entrance of the cave, a Dutch East Indian who was about to take over at the mouth, saw Fan Yize coming over, he was stunned for a moment, and the next second he was about to open his mouth, and an alloy feather arrow was inserted from his head. in, sharp arrows pierced his head and drilled out of the back of his head.

In the cave, the Dutch East Indian near the entrance of the cave suddenly shouted, picked up a machete and rushed out of the cave.

At the entrance of the cave, Fan Yize held a feather arrow between his five fingers, and several Dutch East Indians who rushed out of the cave were all hit by arrows and fell to the ground.

In a breath, five Dutch East Indians fell at the mouth of the cave.

At this time, all the Dutch East Indians in the cave also came to the entrance of the cave, and when they peeked and saw that it was only Fan Yize, one of the Dutch East Indians in uniform in this group shouted a word, and a group of people rushed towards Fan Yize with their weapons held high.

The distance between the two sides was only thirty or forty meters, Fan Yize was motionless, and one arrow after another swept through like a meteor shower, and one after another Dutch East Indians fell on the way to charge.

Every meter a Dutch East Indian fell, and when the last Dutch East Indian came to Fan Yize, he was left alone.

When facing Fan Yize, the butcher knife held high no longer had the courage to cut down. His legs were trembling, and his face was no longer fierce, only fear.

Fan Yize looked at him calmly like this, without speaking, without any expression on his face, put away the compound bow, and put the feather arrow in his hand back into the quiver.

The atmosphere of fear is enough to make people crazy, seeing this terrible guy in front of him actually put away the strange bow and arrow, evil to the side of the guts, the machete in his hand gave him great courage, but just when he was about to slash at the other party, his eyes flickered, and his machete did not know when it fell into the other party's hands.

Fear grew again, the expressionless Fan Yize put away the knife, his two arms fell shoulder to shoulder, the two thighs and the third leg were neatly cut off, then the ears, the nose, the two eyeballs, the tongue, and finally the skeleton remained, lying in the corpse and slowly dying.