The yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see seems to extend to the sky, and the moonlight pours down through the clouds, dyeing the grains of sand with a cold glow. A poisonous scorpion lurks behind the dunes, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity, waiting for its prey to be delivered to the door.

At this moment, a black shadow moved quickly towards the sand dune. In a flash, it was hidden in the shadow of the sand dunes, merging with the entire desert.

The scorpion smelled the food, and the scorpion needle on its tail curled for a moment, then burrowed out of the sand nest and swooped into the shadow of the dune, and the scorpion needle stabbed downward. A large hand suddenly stretched out in the darkness, as if from hell, silent, very abrupt, not loud but as fast as lightning, and grabbed the poisonous scorpion.

The scorpion knew that it had encountered a powerful enemy, and was struggling hard, and the poisonous needle in its tail was looking for an angle, wanting to deal a fatal blow to the enemy. But when it came across a real hunter, its tail suddenly snapped off and it was thrown into a dark hole full of slime, and then two rows of snow-white teeth chewed its body to pieces before swallowing it into its stomach. Then the muzzle of a black hole poked out from the dunes, and behind the night-vision sniper goggles, there were a pair of cold and calm eyes that made people shudder.

Yang Luo's figure was running fast in the desert, and suddenly came to an emergency stop. Due to the speed of running, combined with inertia, both feet sink deep into the sand.

Yang Luo frowned when he looked at the little yellow sand under his feet, then raised his head, and looked into the distance, the night and the desert merged with each other, even the cold moonlight could not separate the black of the night from the yellow of the sand, but made the moonlight seem a little redundant. At this moment, a gust of wind blew, making the already extremely low desert night even colder. In the position of Yang Luo, it can be clearly seen that the yellow sand in the distance is swept up by the wind, and it is constantly twisted and changed, forming an indescribable beauty and weirdness of brush and ink. As if to warn the trespassers, this is my territory, you better be careful.

Yang Luo's breathing slowly became long and gentle, his deep eyes looked at the sand dune not far away, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked a wonderful arc, and he whispered: "If it's really you, I don't mind sharing the humor of the desert with you." ”

Time passed little by little, and there was a deathly silence all around, so still that even the sound of the sand slowly rolling in the wind could be heard clearly. It was so quiet that even the full silver moon overhead, and the stars shining like jewels in the sky, seemed lonely.

Yang Luo still stood there without moving, the darkness shrouded the entire earth, under the vast sky, in this vast and boundless desert, Yang Luo stood quietly like that, and another gust of wind swept the yellow sand over him. 800 Soon the gust of wind dissipated between the heavens and the earth, and the rolled up yellow sand was scattered. landed on Yang Luo's head, face, body. It seems that he has been standing there since ancient times, after thousands of years of wind and rain erosion, the vicissitudes of the sea, and he is still standing there and towering.

Behind the dunes, the hunter hidden in the shadows, his eyes still cold and calm, the cross in the sniper scope had already locked onto the prey standing motionless in the desert. But I don't know why, but the stable and thick finger that pulled the trigger didn't pull it down.

At this time, Yang Luo suddenly laughed, and the hunter pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot broke the deathly silence, and a smile appeared on the hunter's face, but when he looked through the sniper scope, the smile froze on his face because the prey was gone. Then he jumped to his feet, rolled down the dune, and then bent over like a cheetah to another dune in the distance, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

This sand dune was twice as big as the one just now, but this big sand dune did not give the hunters hidden in the shadows a sense of security, but made him feel uneasy. As time passed, the sensitivity of the profession told him that it was not safe here, and that he should leave quickly.

The hunter heeded his inner warning and slowly retreated to the top of the dune, like a foraging gerbil, silent. When he was about to climb under the sand dune, his slowly squirming body did not move, the pores of his body suddenly opened, and cold sweat instantly broke out in the hair follicles. Suddenly, his ankle was grabbed by a large, powerful hand, and a powerful force surged and dragged him down. Then his body was pressed under him, and he felt a cold wind coming from the back of his head, and without any hesitation, his upper body desperately swung to one side.

"Poof!"

A dagger with a black glimmer left a deep blood mark on his face, piercing into the sand, and the hunter let out a low roar, propped his hands on the ground and leaped to his feet with all his strength, lifting the man who was pressing on him out. Then he turned around suddenly, raised his foot and kicked it out.

"Bang!"

A dull ** crash sounded, and a black figure quickly retreated. The hunter quickly raised his gun, and the shadow disappeared around the corner of the dune in a flash.

In the hunter's deep eye sockets, there were a pair of strange blue eyes. On the right side of his face, there was a three-inch-long, deep knife wound, and the blood kept going. He slowly raised his left hand, his fingers slowly running over the wound. The stinging pain from the wound made him feel as if his hand was not so steady, and it shook again, yes, it shook again, the kind of shaking that was very regular.

"Why are my hands shaking?" The hunter muttered and looked down at his still shaking hands, "What's wrong with you, man, are you scared?" No, no, you're not scared, you're excited, right? But his left hand was still shaking, "What the hell is wrong with you, are you telling me that guy is the real hunter and I am the prey?" As he spoke, his left hand quickly raised and grasped the sniper rifle with a snap.

Yang Luo slowly climbed to the other side of the dune, piled a humanoid sand pile with sand in the shadows, and took off his shirt to cover it. Then he dug a small pit on the side of the sand, unbuckled his trousers and knelt there, soaked urine in the sand pit, and took out a bone in his pocket. Only the thickness of the thumb, I don't know what kind of beast it is, it has been eroded by the wind and sand and is very brittle, and it may break off with a little force.

Yang Luo put the bones in the sand pit, covered them with sand, then grinned, crawled forward along the sand dunes, and finally lay down on the corner, poking his head out to watch.

The hunter stood there for more than ten minutes, and he had to calm himself down, because this was not a game, it was a tragic showdown between professional soldiers and professional soldiers. And he also knew in his heart that he still underestimated his opponent, and now he must deal with it carefully, otherwise if he is careless, he may be hunted.

The hunter finally calmed down, raised his feet and cautiously walked to the other side of the dune. When he walked to the other side of the dune, he suddenly stopped, the sniper rifle moved slightly, and through the sniper scope, he could clearly see the corners of his clothes exposed on a diagonal cut of the dune, and his face couldn't help but smile.

"Come out, it's game over."

No one answered him, the corner of the coat swayed in the breeze, and the hunter pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The bullet burrowed into the sand, sending up a puff of green smoke, but no one answered him, and the corner of his coat still swayed in the breeze.

The hunter frowned, raised his legs and walked over step by step, walking very slowly, a short distance of more than twenty meters, and actually walked for seven or eight minutes.

"Damn bastard!" The hunter lowered the sniper rifle that had been held in the air and looked down at the jacket covering the humanoid sand. The expression on his face kept changing, and then he snorted coldly and walked towards the sand. Suddenly, his feet sank, and there was a clear click in his ears, and the corners of the hunter's eyes jumped, and his body suddenly froze there. This kind of voice is too familiar to him, and he screams inwardly, mines. Especially in the desert, the sand layer is soft and has poor stability, and it is difficult to remove it once you step on it.

The hunter raised his gun again, believing that the enemy was nearby, and that if he relaxed the slightest, he could be mortally struck by the enemy. But as time passed, the enemy did not appear as he imagined.

An hour passed, two hours passed, even though he had been brutally trained, even if he could keep one action the same for a day and a night in any harsh environment. But now he is still stepping on a mine, and the muscles in his body have not relaxed for a moment, especially mentally, to prevent the sudden appearance of the enemy, his nerves are about to break, and the sweat on his forehead keeps flowing down, flowing into his eyes, but the stinging feeling makes him dare not blink his eyes.

For another hour, a thin cloud obscured the full moon in the sky, darkening the whole world. The hunter's throat rolled, and the nerves began to slowly relax.

"Are you leaving?" The hunter muttered, and then waited a little longer, but there was no movement around, it was still so silent.

The hunter exhaled and whispered, "It seems that you really left. After saying that, he slowly bent down, put the sniper rifle on the ground, and then pulled out the saber in his land boots.

"Hah!"

The sudden laughter made the hunter's heart skip a beat, and he quickly reached for the sniper rifle beside him.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you in the head!" Yang Luo walked out with the Type 92 pistol.

The hunter put down the sniper rifle that he had already caught, slowly stood up, and looked at the man standing less than three meters away in front of him, the not strong body actually gave him a very aggressive and oppressive male charm. At the same time, on the rising face, there is a kind of dullness and calmness that has been accumulated from the battlefield. But in the apparent calm, his eyes, his skin, his head, and every cell of his body contained a terrifying battle flame that had not yet been raised. It's like a keg full of gunpowder, which can burst out with terrifying energy at any moment, blowing him to pieces.

The hunter's steel-hard face twitched, "You win!" ”

Yang Luo walked over, picked up the sniper rifle, and then raised the Type 92 pistol in front of the hunter's eyes, with a childlike mischievous smile on his face.

"Stupid, this gun doesn't have bullets."