A wrinkled but agile old man.

There was a lot of panic on his face, and some of the slits on his body that were obviously hung open by the branches of the trees accentuated the old fellow's unbearability.

It's like a rat scurrying around with his head in his hands.

Zhao Qian stood there, and the situation of the person in front of him made him subconsciously tense his back, because he had to do this, after all, in this kind of place.

At present, it seems more like this old man is being chased by something, and maybe something will pop up in the same place the next moment.

"It's you."

Old man James glanced at the Asian in front of him, but he was more surprised.

It's people, and it's a lot easier to do over there.

In fact, he had already been chased after him little by little, and the fighting spirit of the old man was drowning, which was something that a young man or someone who had not yet succeeded in it would have.

But now, the old man, who has enjoyed this place for decades, has long since become accustomed to some kind of comfort called a bully humanoid creature or a weakling.

"Down, down, down."

There was another sound of rapid shuttle in the dense forest behind James, which made the old guy's face change.

"You, quick, help me stop that thing......"

Before the words were completely spoken, Zhao Qian looked at the other party indifferently, the unfamiliar aura behind the person.

Sharp and icy.

Knife.

A sharp and translucent long knife stabbed neatly from the back of this old American man named James.

The pupils constricted.

Zhao Qian subconsciously stretched out the long sword in his left hand, but stopped stiffly.

This lush and gloomy jungle was filled with a strong smell of blood, but the guy in front of him who had been stabbed with a knife did not.

In other words, although the old man in front of him had a painful expression on his face, not a drop of blood flowed out.

Consternation.

The two women behind Zhao Qian took a few steps back, as if they had thought that there seemed to be something else behind them.

Lily Yester clenched her groomed fist tightly, and Jasmine took the blonde girl's useless folding spear in her hand.

After the brunette had used it a few times, she had fallen in love with it.

Bugger.

Zhao Qian stared coldly, the knife edge without any breath.

The next knife was just the last one, and before he could pull it out, he slashed towards James in front of him.

The wind sounds, and the knife arrives.

However, it seems that it has little effect.

The yellow man looked at the old man's scars, in addition to the clothes that had been cut by knives, the two cuts on his body were being repaired at a very fast speed, and several tiny insects crawled out of his wounds, and soon retracted into his body.

Behind the old man, the one who failed to do harm to the creature in front of him was a blonde young man dressed in a wasteland fashion.

The man tilted his head a little puzzled, and glanced at the humans in front of him who he needed to kill first.

Scan.

A red glow flashed in his eyes, and he was in full view of the other three affected.

Terminator.

It's just that, in the next second, it was a burst of old punches from this veteran in a bad jacket.

"Boom! Boom! ”

The strength of the fist is very strong, at least ordinary people know it even if they hear the sound, but it seems that the monster behind him seems to have lost its effect.

The old man's fist smashed into the blonde young man's body with some obvious depressions, but more than that, it was a loud metal percussion.

“FU-CK！”

The veteran said angrily, the reason why he would escape was that the monster in front of him had no way at all. Even if someone mentioned it to him, he laughed it off and didn't take it seriously.

But now, this thing is completely beyond the understanding of this old man who has been isolated from the world for 100 years.

Is this something that the department that did the research on itself made again?

His facial expression was hideous, but more resentful.

A few more punches, dealing with the long blades that the opponent's hands have become.

James was completely entangled in this thing, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Zhao Qian stood beside him.

The scene in front of him where no one can help anyone's comedy really can't arouse his interest, and at first glance it is a protracted battle between the liquid metal terminator and the mutant.

"Let's go."

The swordsman gestured indifferently and did not speak. Gesturing to let the two women walk in front, he felt completely unnecessary to meddle.

Lily Yester nodded, not hesitating.

After Judgment Day, mercy has become a very costly thing.

"Hey! You guys! ”

James said angrily, he wanted to get rid of it, but the killing machine made by Skynet was not a vegetarian thing.

The blonde young man's face was expressionless, but the knives on his arms were like candles attached to it, so that the old man who only had the means to kill had no way to take it.

Until the figures of the three disappeared from his vision.

The old man's fist slammed into the coldness, but he didn't know what to do.

Until, a strange spear.

James looked at his chest, and the sharp weapon passed through it.

The thing carried the sound of the wind, and it stabbed directly into the body of the humanoid monster in front of him from his chest.

Electricity and sparks.

More of it was red.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the spear was thrown.

A tall figure walked silently but steadily from this side.

The light shone through the leaves of the dense forest, shining on the metallic mask on the guy's face.

People?

Doubt.

But his mouth still subconsciously called out a sentence that everyone in the world would say when they were suffering.

“HELP！”

Footsteps, stopped.

The humanoid not far away silently watched the wound in James' chest.

The next moment, a bronze weapon painted with an obscure pattern appeared in the tall man's hand.

This is? Pistol?

The old fellow's face was covered with a hint of mockery, more of a contempt for the kind of man in front of him who pretended to be a ghost with his weapon.

Soldiers, who have always regarded their weapons as their lovers, no one will make their lover look strange and dress up too flamboyantly.

After all, there is only one purpose for weapons, and that is killing.

Speechless.

The surrounding forest seemed to feel an inexplicable pressure, and there was only a terrible silence.

Without speaking, James watched, and the man pulled the trigger neatly.

The alarm also sounded in his heart at this time, and there seemed to be countless foreign objects the size of rats moving under the body of this transformed person.

The scorching heat of death was instantaneous.

"Boom!"

One-ear looked at the corpse in silence, the pierced wound of the corpse in front of him, and the green unknown liquid flowing out of the body of the prey in front of him.

He watched until the infrared scan under the mask showed that the other party was rapidly lowering.

There was no sound.

The Predator silently drew his long knife and walked over. (To be continued.) )