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Before he had time to think, the fat man rolled on a donkey, only to hear a "bang", and a fire flashed behind him.

Ignoring the dirty mud on his body, the fat man glanced back, and at this look, his face turned white with a "swish".

I saw that behind him, a big tree with a waist bowl was broken by the waist, and the broken place was "poof" blazing.

The fat man gestured and found that the broken wound could not be held even with two hands.

The fat man jumped up, and without saying a word, ran into the distance.

"Help! Kill! ”

Several figures were stunned in unison, and after a while, they ran in the direction of the fat man's escape without hesitation.

The fat man wants to cry, he wants to cry.

For the first time, he realized how his hands were so cheap, and he wanted to touch anything interesting he saw.

The fat man is not a hero, and he does not want to be a hero, in his opinion, heroes are photocopied into black and white photos and pasted on the wall for worship.

The fat man doesn't want to be worshipped, he hasn't lived enough, he just wants to be leisurely every day, very unproductive, but very comfortable to live this life.

Break off! Right! No! Be! Like now, being chased around with your ass like a dead dog!

The fat man is tired, very tired.

His chest rose and fell violently, as if a fire was burning inside.

Although the fat man is not slow and his movements are also very flexible, he is just a fat man after all.

After running for a few minutes, the fat man couldn't run, he was panting violently while holding a tree, and when he looked back, the fat man's face instantly darkened.

I saw that fifty meters behind him, those five or six people had already caught up.

The men chased after the fat man with the black steel pipe.

Now the fat man knew that the flickering fire in the steel pipe was the same thing that had sent him back to life in the first place.

For the first time, the fat man hated his familiar character, why did he run so fast when he had nothing to do, why didn't he just stick it on people's faces?

The fat man swallowed his dry saliva, lifted his legs, and continued to run. He hadn't forgotten that if he couldn't stay on the battlefield for two hours, he would never be able to get out!

The thought of not knowing how long he's going to stay in this damn place makes the fat man go crazy!

Although his calves were sore and his body seemed to fall apart, the fat man gritted his teeth and tried to move forward.

But soon, the fat man's body froze.

Twenty meters in front of him, several pairs of white and black eyes looked at him coldly.

They were dressed in camouflage uniforms and blended in with their surroundings, and there were more than seven or eight of them, just to count.

The fat man just ran with his head down, and he didn't realize that he had run into a gathering place!

"Don't do it, your own people!"

The fat man trembled in fright and hurriedly raised his hand.

Looking at the soldier in front of him, the fat man scolded a little in his heart.

I knew this earlier, and I was still tossing and turning, and I just squatted on the ground and made people "bang".

Tossing and running like this, I was almost tired to death, but I didn't expect to run in the base camp of the people, and the fat man was desperate!

Now the fat man just begs the other party to be neat, don't hurt like last time......

The process of waiting for death is long.

The fat man closed his eyes tightly, and his heartbeat could be heard quietly.

Bang bang, bang bang.

As an otaku who can lie down and not sit, coupled with that fat body that can hide all sounds, the fat man has never heard his own heartbeat.

When he heard it now, the fat man was still a little surprised.

Although he knew that it was a bit inappropriate to think about such a mess at this time, the fat man just couldn't help but think about it.

After waiting for a long time, when the fat man counted his heartbeat ten times, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down two drops, the familiar pain still did not come.

The fat man couldn't help but open one eye, only to see those soldiers in camouflage uniforms, quietly disappearing.

The fat man didn't dare to move, and his eyes moved with their figures. I saw that their clothes blended perfectly with the surrounding scenery, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't have noticed it at all.

The figures of those people appeared and disappeared in the jungle, sneaking behind the fat man. The fat man couldn't help but turn his fat neck and secretly look at them.

I saw that the soldiers touched the jungle behind the fat man, carefully hidden, and when the soldiers chasing the fat man rushed over, they suddenly jumped out, covering each other's mouths with one hand, and wiping each other's necks with the other.

The fat man's eyes widened, and he saw that the stream of blood was like a fountain, spraying out like a fountain, and instantly drenching the entire ground.

The soldiers clutched their necks and fell to the ground, struggling in pain, and after a while they convulsed twice, and their necks were crooked and silent.

The fat man swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but cover his neck, as if he had also been stabbed.

This group of soldiers is well-trained, and they take their swords one by one. After a while, several soldiers who were chasing the fat man lay down on the ground.

The jungle was littered with their sprayed blood, and the entire forest seemed to be filled with a smell of blood.

After doing this, the men touched the dagger in their hands twice, wiped the blood away, inserted it into the scabbard on their legs, and then disappeared again in the jungle, lurking in the distance.

As if stimulated by the previous incident, the fat man did not dare to move, and did not dare to go up to say hello until they left.

After a long while, the fat man came back to his senses, and he sneaked towards several corpses, glanced at them, and couldn't help but turn his head.

Cruel, too cruel.

Although he was born in an era of war and chaos, the fat man never went to the battlefield.

Occasionally, I have seen the scene of fighting against the fierce beasts through the influence, and for the dead, it is only swept away.

What's more, whether it is a fierce beast or a Kassiu, they are very violent when fighting, and basically do not leave corpses behind.

He never thought that dead people could be so terrifying!

The fat man felt his stomach churn, and he couldn't help but hold on to a tree and vomit heavily.

It took a while to vomit before the fat man wiped his mouth and regained his footing.

Although his face was still pale, he was no longer as weak as before.

Resisting his nausea, the fat man began to grope around the corpses, first of all, the long steel pipes.

When he was escaping, he also thought clearly, he was unarmed, and it was impossible to move an inch in this place.

Not to mention the fireballs falling from time to time in the sky, let's just say that the non-stop "whooshing" sound can make the fat man die without a place to be buried.

If he encounters such a group of people again, the fat man can only close and wait for death.

So, all he has to do now is get a weapon.

He had just observed that this flaming steel pipe was definitely a murderous weapon!

After a while, the fat man had a few more steel pipes, some round iron balls, and a few delicate daggers in his hands.

The group of camouflage uniforms just now attacked too quickly, and these people were killed without even reacting, and their weapons were left to the fat man.

After some screening, the fat man chose two daggers, one left and one right, and stuck them in his feet. I chose a few black, round iron balls and stuffed them into my pocket.

I don't know what it is, but I think it's probably a weapon that they can carry with them.

After doing this, the fat man carried a steel pipe on his shoulder, carried one in his hand, and quietly hid himself in the jungle.