The bamboo pole man looked at Wu Zhen with disgust, the physique of ordinary people is too poor, Wu Zhen's double. His leg was bleeding all the time, and he probably couldn't walk, not to mention that even if he could, he couldn't bear the speed, so he turned back to the male sniper and said, "I'll leave it to you." ”

The male sniper walked over on the snow, picked up Wu Zhen, and stared at him viciously.

"Boy, where are you going?"

Wu Zhen pointed to the north in fear, and his heart blossomed, a godsend! If it weren't for the fear that the snow pit would not be able to withstand the effects of the battle, he could have suddenly attacked the male sniper by now, with a high probability of killing him.

Syllable!

The steel rod accidentally broke away from Wu Zhen's hand, fell on the snow, rolled along the slope of the snow, and fell into the snow pit from the edge.

Wu Zhen looked at the disappeared steel pipe and stretched out his hand in vain, his eyes were reluctant and powerless.

The female sniper consciously put away the hemp rope and rolled it together, and when she saw the steel pipe rolling through the corner of her eye, she suddenly smiled, what are you doing here? The hemp rope is useless! Before, it was because the snow pit was too deep that such a bundle of rope was found, but now that they have all come up, they will not go down again, this thing is useless.

If it's useless, throw it away!

Boom!

The worn-out hemp rope was thrown into a snow pit by her and quietly smashed on the steel pipe.

Click! Click!

Some cracks quietly opened on the surface of the steel pipe.

Outside the snow pit, the bamboo pole man had already walked a hundred and ten meters to the north, and the snow layer under his feet was sometimes high and low, and the assassin was hiding in it, although the two were at odds, but they were dealing with some important things. The positions of the two are consistent.

The male sniper put Wu Zhenkang on his back and saw his eyes. Sneered. Ordinary people pin their hopes on these fragile things, delusionally thinking that they can live with a gun and a stick in their hands, but they don't know that these things can't even resist a claw in front of the aliens, they are so whimsical and want to live. What a dream for 100 days.

"Let's go!"

Wu Zhen heard the voice of a female sniper for the first time.

There was some distance between the two and the bamboo pole man. So that when the bamboo pole man encounters the enemy, they can snipe on the spot, which is a habit formed after working with the bamboo pole man for a long time, they are snipers, and only by staying away can they provide the greatest help. But this time, the opponent is not an evolutionary made up by Wu Zhen, but Wu Zhen, who seems to be weak and powerless, and the first to be attacked by the enemy is destined not to be a bamboo pole man, but themselves.

Keep enemies who are good at melee close to you. This is a great threat to snipers, and there is only one way to defuse the danger, which is to have a person who can fight in close combat by the sniper's side. There is no doubt that the bamboo pole man is such a person, but it is a pity that he is still more than a hundred meters away from here.

Wu Zhen thought of Xi, and the puppy was by his side, so it seemed to be a good fit.

Beishan is not far away, and it can be reached in half an hour by their foot, Wu Zhen silently thought about what to do, and there were four people on the other side. Two snipers are relatively easier to solve, he is sure to kill the first, but the second one is not easy, the time may not be enough, the assassin and the bamboo pole man are not stupid, they will not give him this time, but he can kill one, and his pressure is much less.

The bamboo pole man's ability was partially exposed, and Wu Zhen had a rough guess in his heart, this person's attack tended to be sharp and fast. Especially the hands that are comparable to the claws of a predator, he still can't think of how to deal with it, he can only improvise, the opponent's combat power is estimated to be not very high, with his tenth-level strength, he can still deal with it if he is careful.

What worried Wu Zhen was the assassin, he couldn't even see through the other party's abilities.

In addition to these four people, Wu Zhen also has to consider the possible existence of tenth-level xenomorphs in the mountain, whether the xenomorphs appear or not, it is certain that he is in danger, the tenth-level is only interested in the tenth-level, in the eyes of the xenomorphs, these four people may not be as attractive as him alone. If it appears, Wu Zhen will have to find a way to shift the attention of the xenomorph to the other four people, all of whom are human beings, and it is understandable to share the pressure with each other.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhen smiled maliciously.

When the male sniper saw this smile, he felt inexplicably unhappy, and deliberately lowered his steps heavier, and the shocks from the ground continued to rush into Wu Zhen's body.

How do you laugh now?

Wu Zhen's face fell, his eyes squinted, unmoved.

Unconsciously, the two bullet holes in Wu Zhen's legs stopped bleeding, and the blackened muscles and skin burned by the bullets inside glowed with a new luster of life.

When there were still a few minutes to go from Beishan, Wu Zhen finally adjusted his condition to the best.

If it weren't for the purpose of bringing these people here, he wouldn't need to pretend to be so painful, he would have to shake the blood out, and his face would look weak, in fact, this is what really makes him miserable, pretending to be weak is not his style, and now he finally doesn't have to pretend.

The bamboo pole man in front finally stepped on the hillside, he inexplicably felt a burst of pressure, and he was not surprised or happy, and there was indeed a play.

Wu Zhen was ready, just waiting for the breath of the alien species, but after following the bamboo pole man to the mountain for a few hundred meters, he still did not come into contact with the news of the imprint.

There are no level 10 xenomorphs on the mountain.

Wu Zhen was finally convinced of this matter, and the xenomorph might have left, and he might be dead. None of this was his concern now, his battle was about to begin.

There were no level 10 xenomorphs, just him and four other humans.

No matter how you look at it, this is a difficult battle, Wu Zhen's breathing gradually became stronger, and his soft and collapsed body was gradually filled with strength.

These people are not stupid, especially the assassin who seems to have been calm, he may have already figured out the problem, as for the bamboo pole man, who is temporarily confused by the so-called weapon, has not yet seen clearly.

The snow in the sky fell silently, and the snowflakes jumped again and again like dancing elves, turned around, and finally reluctantly crawled on the ground, merging with many snowflakes.

The whole world is like a stream that has slowed down its pace, so slow that it can't see movement, only the small fish in the stream, happily wagging their tails, shuttling in the current, after going up the river again and again, I don't know whether they are tired or tired, and finally sink to the bottom of the stream, like rotten leaves drifting with the waves, down the stream.

In this world, every life is just a fish.

Rumble!

The slow world suddenly cracked, accelerated ferociously, and returned to normal.

Wu Zhen's hanging hand gently pressed against the male sniper's chest and pressed inward. I pressed it down.

"Be careful!"

A wave of snow swept through the air, and the angry roar of the Assassin echoed through the snow.

Syllable!

There was an explosion in the male sniper's body, like a water bladder bursting.

His heart ...... Exploded.

"You ......"

The male sniper glared at Wu Zhen in disbelief, and when he opened his mouth slightly, blood gushed up and drowned out his words.

Boom!

The burly body was planted in the snow, and the snow was blood-red.

(To be continued.) )>