With a wave of his arm, he shook off the blood on the machete, and with the machete in his hand, Fan Yize walked towards the cave like this.

Inside the cave, three urgent. The sound of wheezing was clear in his ears, and Fan Yize walked into the cave openly.

The entrance to the cave where the three people are parallel is a passage three or four meters long, and the cave space in the passage is expanded, with about seventy or eighty square meters.

When Fan Yize walked into the cave for the first time, he saw several heads hanging from the cave.

The bloody head is white and bloodless, and the neck cut off by a sharp weapon is no longer bloody.

The eight heads coincided with the eight corpses in the pit outside, but this was not the most dazzling, under the hanging heads, on a long table, a woman covered in blood was lying on it, with hands and feet hanging down on both sides, blood dripping, faint gasps, and there was a breath in front of her.

On the blood-drenched body, it can be seen that this is just a girl in her twenties, brutally devastated and corrupted. There is also an iron rod stuck in the body.

In the cave, four Chinese men who were tied up were covered in wounds, and at this moment, their throats had been cut, and they were dead without looking at each other, only hatred, no fear.

In the cave, a Dutch East Indian in uniform carried a seven or eight-year-old boy in his hand, and the dagger in his hand was placed on the boy's neck, shouting at Fan Yize: "Put down your weapon immediately, or he will die." ”

During the shouting, the dagger in his hand slashed lightly at the strength of the little boy's neck, pulling out a shallow wound, full of warning.

Fan Yize didn't respond to the other party, his attention was on the little boy.

In this little boy's body, Fan Yize didn't see the slightest fear, in the pupils that should have been innocent, he only saw boundless coldness, even if the throat was pulled apart, there was no pain and fear, there was only a strong killing intent and hatred.

Fan Yize ignored the Dutch East Indian who held the child hostage, but asked the little boy in Mandarin in an interesting way: "Are you really not afraid?" ”

"Kill...... Finish...... He ......" The little boy's answer was very crisp, and he didn't care if he would die or not.

"Bastard, lay down your arms." The Dutch East Indian man behind him, with a crazy look and of course fear, kept using the dagger in his hand, but trembled slightly. Shaking hands, revealing his bravado.

Fan Yize set his sights on this man, if he didn't save the little boy quickly, the other party would also let the little boy die because of his fearful hands.

Only those who are not afraid of death deserve to live.

However, saving people also depends on the way, on both sides of the passage, there are two heavy gasps, obviously someone is in ambush.

Fan Yize first unfastened his belt, put down the sniper rifle, and then put down the compound bow and quiver, which made the dagger in the opponent's hand slightly leave the little boy's neck.

"And the knife, put it down." The Dutch East Indian man who kidnapped the little boy saw that Fan Yize really did it, and immediately settled down and continued to threaten Fan Yize.

Fan Yize nodded, and directly put the machete in front of him, everything was as the other party hoped.

The Dutch East Indian man looked up and down for a moment, and after not finding anything that could threaten him on Fan Yize, he shouted at Fan Yize with a cruel smile: "Come over." ”

Even if he didn't find the threat, the Dutch East Indian man was still very careful and let Fan Yize step forward, and the two Dutch East Indians who were ambushed on both sides of the cave at this moment clenched the machetes in their hands, and as long as Fan Yize came over, they would hack him to death.

Everything was developing in the direction they designed, and the little boy who was held hostage kept glancing at Fan Yize, but Fan Yize didn't seem to notice anything, and when Fan Yize was about to walk into the cave, the little boy hurriedly shouted: "Be careful......"

As soon as the two words of caution were shouted, the machetes of the two Dutch East Indian men on both sides of the cave slashed down towards Fan Yize's head, but Fan Yize's hands were faster than them, and the machetes of the two people had not yet fallen, and Fan Yize's hands gently stroked their throats.

And at the moment when the little boy shouted, the Dutch East Indian man who held the little boy hostage was angry, and the dagger was about to be cut off, seeing that the little boy was about to die, he grabbed the palm of the dagger and fell directly to the ground.

During the whole process, no one at the scene saw what was going on, and everything seemed to freeze in an instant just now.

When the Dutch East Indian men wailed out of severe pain, the two Dutch East Indians who were in ambush on the left and right, two bloody swords spurted out from their throats, and the two of them covered their throats that were spurting blood, and fell to the ground in pain and struggled, waiting for death to come.

The fastest to react was the little boy, after breaking free from the Dutch East Indian man, he saw two daggers in Fan Yize's hands that were as thin as cicada wings and as transparent as liquid.

The blade is as thin as a hair, and the shape of a dagger looks like a piece of paper, and it looks like a transparent mirror.

After cutting the throats of the two people, they couldn't even see the wounds, or the blood that spurted out of them, the cause of their deaths could not be seen at all. He can also easily cut off his palms, and he never gets any blood stains.

With a flip of his palm, the two daggers disappeared into Fan Yize's hands, ignoring the Dutch East Indian man who was wailing on the ground, Fan Yize squatted in front of the little boy, took out a medical kit, and treated the little boy's wounds.

At this moment, the little boy's eyes were full of curiosity, and his eyes were full of adoration.

may have suddenly remembered something, Fan Yize had just bandaged him briefly, and the little boy threw himself at the little girl lying on the table, tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling, and he choked up and shouted: "Sister......"

Fan Yize took off his shirt and put it on the little girl's body, probably the call of the little boy, the little girl's eyes showed a hint of brilliance, turned her head to look at the little boy, as if she wanted to say something, but only blood bubbles flowed out of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue had been cut off.

The desire to die in his eyes is still full of reluctance.

Fan Yize read the other party's thoughts, he did not refuse, took out a long needle for acupuncture, and when he brushed the little girl, he said, "Your younger brother will grow up healthily." ”

As soon as the words fell, the long needle sank into the little girl's head, and the process of death did not have any pain, and in the eyes of the little girl, there was only a look of relief.

"Sister......" The little boy saw his sister who had closed her eyes, noticed something, and lay on the little girl's body and cried, the cry was heartbreaking and even more infuriating.