"If there is an encirclement of two people, some of us will run!"

Han Zuosan, who was running wildly, was still able to pour out his anger evenly, and he couldn't stop complaining.

Japan's Yamaguchi-gumi is the worst national mafia of the Gokudo Shimokyo and is now divided into two parts: the Kobe Yamaguchi Group and the other Yamaguchi-gumi.

The killer organization in Kobe's Yamaguchi-gumi has a very long heritage, and the training of killers comes from the inheritance of ninjas a long time ago.

Therefore, he can barely keep up with Wang Yonghao's jogging speed, he can still complain, and he can judge the current form while running.

Hanzosan was still asking, "How do you know we should run east, do you feel something?" ”

Wang Yonghao asked patiently: "I didn't feel anything, and how do you know that the direction is east?" ”

"Well, according to my own orientation habits, there is actually no clear direction here, because we may be on a planet with no direction."

Wang Yonghao didn't care about his explanation of the direction of the east, but talked about his point of view: "Hunting, it will inevitably be distributed in a net, and there must be a lead sinker at the bottom of the net to control the direction of the net, and this net is a dog, and the drop is iron and blood." ”

Han Zuosan was surprised and said, "That is, no matter which direction we go in each other, right?" ”

"Yes, the enemy is ahead!"

Wang Yonghao saw an infrared figure from a distance, and he didn't hide himself, and stepped on a deep dirt pit on the ground with his feet.

"Bang!"

With a bang, the whole person shot forward like an arrow, and shot straight at the enemy through the gap in the trees.

"My Amaterasu!"

Han Zuosan watched him just like this, as if he had a powerful spring on his leg, he crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters straight and pierced the iron blood that was looking this way!

"Poof!"

Miao Dao pierced through the iron-blooded chest fiercely, and the blood instantly stained everything around him green.

The Predator died in a terrible state of mind, because he sensed movement in the direction he came, but he couldn't see if there was anything there?

He couldn't focus his gaze under his helmet, and it was all black.

The Predator went with his doubts, and the battlefield was left with nothing but the corpses flowing with green blood, only Wang Yonghao's words to Han Zuosan.

"You can't keep up with me, help clean up the mess in the back!"

"Bang~whoosh!"

"Bang~whoosh!"

Wang Yonghao learned the way of the ninja in his favorite Naruto since he was a child, stepping on the trees or land with both feet, and then catapulting himself forward with the strength of his legs.

"It's so fast!"

Only Hanzo-san was left looking at his shadow and sighing.

Of course, everything looks like that, but the only thing he doesn't learn is that his legs are so destructive that he will always collapse when he kicks on a tree trunk or on the ground.

If someone peeks into the sky about the whole situation, they will find that Wang Yonghao is moving along a tangent line with a radius of ten kilometers and a trap as the center of the circle.

Along the way, almost every 1,500 to 1,700 meters, there is a Predator, driving the dogs.

However, without exception, they all became Wang Yonghao's ghosts or souls under his feet.

hugged half a circle so quickly, and at the same time, they also saw that David's action had begun in their shared sight.

……

Next to the iron-blooded camp, the spaceship formation was unscrupulously exposed in the entire glade, and there was no intention of being invisible at all.

Huge as a stadium, a large number of Predators were busy around the crab-shaped black Predator spaceship in an orderly manner.

"Predators are not fools, they know very well that it is impossible to annihilate an entire formation with the prey they capture, let alone completely cut off the connection between a ship and the fleet."

David looked at the scene in front of him and communicated with Wang Yonghao in his heart: "Now the number of their iron and blood far exceeds our aliens, and there is no chance of winning a frontal attack on us." ”

"Withdraw it, wait for the army to be in place before attacking, now is not the best opportunity."

Wang Yonghao stopped at the top of a canopy where there were no people in a radius of several miles, looked at the shared gaze and said to David: "Since the purpose of their hunting is to lure out the forces of the black hand behind this, let's give him a half-claw." ”

"Yes!"

David answered, and the entire alien team quickly disappeared into the dense forest canopy at the edge of the glade.

There was not a trace, no one perceived it, it was like a ghost floating by, and nothing but the cold of the vest made people feel it.

The Xenomorphs move through the forest like fish in water, chasing the Predators who have narrowed the encirclement from the opposite direction.

Soon he had already touched the shadow of Iron Blood and Hound Dogs, Wang Yonghao did not choose to evolve the sight ability of these aliens, but without delay, these aliens were born to see through invisibility.

So in the case that the Predator was completely unaware that there was a group of humanoid aliens behind him, turning his hands and feet into mantis knives.

The bloody feast brought by a counter-encirclement killing quietly bloomed, and the aliens in the forest were also drawing clockwise circles according to the arc of Wang Yonghao's chase, according to the bait of the human beings with a radius of five kilometers.

The public screen in the Predator spaceship in the distance could only show the images of the Predators being killed one by one, and a few Predator elders looked at the straight fists, but there was nothing to do.

These pictures are all fed back by the recording function of the aiming laser emitter on the mask of these Predators, and the mask modified by Wang Yonghao and others is mainly to cut off the function of the camera to transmit images in real time.

In the decoy trap laid by humans, the shotgun mercenary didn't know the details of the "reinforcements" coming again, but after a long time on the battlefield, he obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right now.

It was an instinct formed after a long period of killing, and without any direct sensory feedback, it was just a breath that would let him know how to make a life-saving decision.

Lying in the cold mud puddle, he was a little uneasy, not just because he suspected that the dirt could not isolate his temperature, but because he seemed to smell the smell of killing and murder.

"What's the matter?" The shotgun mercenary lying in the mud had a cold face, and his brows unconsciously raised an eight-figure brow.

It was a standard opera tragedy with the expression of a male protagonist, and it looked impressive.

His boring question to the female sniper on the commanding heights behind him made the female sniper a little upset, and she was already a little nervous as she quietly observed the situation around her.

The most terrible thing about this situation is nothing else, that is, my own resistance to this loneliness and the waiting to relieve the silence are uncomfortable.

"This is Nicholas, there's a situation!"

The awkward chatter in the communication channel was broken by the extremely low voice of the Chechen heavy machine gunner Nikolai.