"Angelil, they're coming!" Van let out a low roar, instantly took all the necessary supplies, and quickly fled to the rear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Several plans flashed through his mind, but none of them were suitable for the current terrain and environment, so he gritted his teeth and shouted at Angelil, who was following closely behind him.

"Go, lure a team of bugs, use this!" Van threw out the sniper rifle in his hand.

Angelil was only slightly stunned, and then understood Fan's plan, "What about you?" She asked, still a little uneasy.

"Go! Leave me alone! Van frowned.

Angelil bit her lower lip and finally rushed out quickly, knowing that this was the only way to save them now.

Van casually took out the Desert Eagle, he first looked at Angelil's back in the hurry, and then at the empty wilderness behind him, he sighed softly, and then suddenly reversed direction!

Since the pursuers still arrived, there was no need for him to drag Angelil into the water with him. He knew that it was impossible for him to outrun the hounds behind him, so instead of the two of them being in a deep predicament together, it was better to let him bear everything silently alone.

After all, for Angelil, she has given enough.

Van popped out the sand eagle's magazine and quickly inserted it again, so as to quickly check the bullet and the safety. He didn't know how long it would be before the enemy caught up with him, but as long as they hadn't shown up, he wouldn't give up any hope of survival.

A tracking dog quickly arrived at the separation of the two, and it carefully discerned the smell with its large nose, and its smart eyes flashed with a human light.

It spread its hind legs, leaving a puddle of urine on the ground, and then sped away in one of the directions.

Half an hour later, a roaring convoy finally arrived.

The two tracking dogs that followed the convoy carefully identified the scent left by the first one, and immediately barked loudly and combined movements.

"Young Master, they have already acted separately, and Number One has gone with the Angel of Death." The soldiers hurriedly passed the news.

Bai Ci frowned after hearing this, he glanced at the Byron family convoy that had been following him, and snorted a little annoyed.

In fact, his hatred for Angelil is far greater than that of Yu Fan, after all, she is the culprit who "betrayed" him. However, he had to consider the thoughts of the guys from the Angel of Death, and in order to "successfully" complete the deal, he had to force himself to capture Van Fan.

At least on the surface, that's what it should be.

However, in this way, once Byron's people find Angelil before him, he will have to face a lot of trouble if he wants to "take revenge".

While he was hesitating, a somewhat majestic voice solved the problem for him.

"Give us a tracker dog, and we'll go and capture the defected Angel of Death ourselves."

Bai Tianci's eyes lit up slightly, "So our deal?" ”

"It's going as usual, as long as the tracking dog can track his location, and we capture him, it's like you capture him, and if we fail, things will be given to you as usual."

"It's a deal!" The decision was made almost instantaneously.

"Chief, but ......," a tall, thin Angel of Death said with some skepticism.

"What, do you have an opinion?" The Angel of Death, known as the Leader, looked at his team calmly, but there was a coldness in his eyes that could not have been more obvious.

"No, nothing." The tall and thin Angel of Death can only choose to keep his mouth shut, the giant hammer that is more powerful and strong than him is only abused when facing the leader, and he has the ability to perceive, what qualifications does he have to refute the leader?

The convoy soon parted ways, and it was somewhat ironic that the convoy that had been originally intended to capture Van ended up sending only a lone chariot to carry out the pursuit. Most of the teams chose Angelil, which was completely contrary to Van had previously envisioned.

At this time, Angelil was already on the verge of madness. After ten minutes of speeding speed, she suddenly remembered a possibility, when she quickly turned around and returned, where was there still half a shadow of Fan?

So like a headless fly, she searched everywhere for the shadow of Van in a frenzied manner, and she shouted and screamed, looking for signs of Van as best she could.

It's just that she's not a transhuman, so all her efforts are in vain.

She knew that Fan's parting was not an attempt to abandon her, but on the contrary, it was a way to protect her, but she preferred to refuse it.

It was hard for her to imagine how Van would survive in this harsh wilderness and avoid the pursuit of the enemy when she had lost all her powers.

And he also gave himself the only heavy weapon that he could use.

As soon as she thought of this, Angelil looked almost supplicantly for her place in the hope that she would be able to find his place.

But sometimes things always go in the worst direction, and the vague shadow of the distant convoy finally appeared in front of her eyes.

She instinctively felt desperate at first, but when she saw the size of the convoy through her sniper scope, she immediately chose to speed away.

If she had attracted most of her pursuers, then the pressure on Van would have been much less, and since it was almost impossible for her to find her, the only thing she could do for him now was to delay as much as she could.

"Hmph, want to run? I'll see how far you can run! Daytime growled angrily, "Speed me up!" Be sure to catch her for me before Byron! ”

At this time, on the other side of the wilderness, a man and a beast were fighting fiercely.

Van had long found the tracking dog hanging behind him, and the tracking dog was very cautious and kept a safe distance from him, which made it difficult for Van to get rid of it completely.

However, no matter how clever the beast is, it cannot be compared to a human, so Van just made a small trap and succeeded in capturing it.

But just as he was about to shoot, the wolfhound suddenly broke through the restraint and bit him down on the throat fiercely.

Although Van no longer possesses the ability, his physical strength is still there, including his sensitive reflexes. So at the cost of his left arm, he blocked the wolfhound's fatal blow.

And while it was frantically biting its left arm, he shot the wolfdog in the head at close range!

The sand eagle's ferocious roar directly exploded the wolfhound's head, and it ended its own life before it could even let out a wail.

Van gasped lightly, and after losing his ability, he became extremely tired easily, and the long hours of running and fighting consumed a lot of his physical strength.

Looking at the bloody wound on his left arm, he couldn't choose a brief resonance.

The power from the Silent Ripper quickly repaired his wounds, but he could also clearly feel that the energy stored in it had disappeared a lot, after all, it was just a small fragment, and the power it could carry was not much.

At this time, he finally saw the billowing smoke and dust generated by the driving chariot in the distant direction. (To be continued.) )