Sun Shangxiang was also frightened and looked up.

At this moment, Luoyang yelled: "Waiter! Come here!"

Before she could finish speaking, Kusama Attendant rushed out of the tent and rushed towards her side.

As a woman who sleeps with a gun, her alertness is unquestionable.

Until this time, Sun Shangxiang still didn't see what made such a terrifying noise, and she was about to ask Luoyang to let her down, but Luoyang hugged her and turned around and rushed under the cliff.

Kusama also rushed over, and the three of them had just gathered under the cliff, and the white snow was crashing down from the cliff like a torrent.

Avalanche!

The torrent-like stream of snow shook the rocks, colliding with them, making a deafening sound and shaking the ground.

Where did Sun Shangxiang experience such a crisis, and he trembled with fear.

Luoyang hugged her tightly and pressed her head against his chest, preventing him from seeing the terrifying sight that was coming.

Crash!

Snow covered the entire cliff.

The place where the three of them hid was a recessed space under the cliff, just enough for three people to huddle together. Streams of snow fell above the heads of the three of them, and their eyes were instantly dark, but they could barely move.

There are still boulders rolling down the cliffs, making a rumbling sound, and the cliffs in front are trembling, as if they will collapse at any time, which makes people worry.

After a few minutes, the avalanche finally ended, and there was no light or sound in the small space, giving the impression of lying in a coffin.

Luoyang was the first to calm down, he let go of Sun Shangxiang, and pushed the snow in front of him with his hand to expand the space. When I pushed it forward to a foot, the snow squeezed and the density increased and turned into ice, and I couldn't push it.

"Waiter, give me your chrysanthemum blade." Luoyang thought of a new way.

Kusama took the chrysanthemum blade out from behind her waist and fumbled for several times before handing it to Luoyang's hand.

There was a light in the narrow space suddenly, and it was Sun Shangxiang who turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.

Luoyang used the chrysanthemum blade to cut the snow, the knife was too fast, the snow was too soft, and it was as easy as cutting tofu.

Seeing Luoyang's easy and quick operation, the two Fusang women breathed a sigh of relief and were not so nervous.

As soon as she relaxed a little, Kusama began to look for a reason: "I really don't know what to say about you, I know you are excited and having a good time, but there is no need to be so loud, you see, this is the result of you."

Sun Shangxiang's pretty face blushed most of the time, and he hesitated: "That...... Is it really that exaggerated?"

Kusama gave a definite answer, "Really!"

Luoyang didn't dare to answer, because he knew that if he opened his mouth, the next target to be ridiculed would definitely be him, and Kusama's knife mouth would not be as polite to him as he was to Sun Shangxiang.

He buried his head in the road, squeezing the snow in front of him until he couldn't push it, crushing it into ice cubes, cutting it into ice cubes that were easy to carry with the chrysanthemum blade, and then passing it back.

Two Fuso women carry ice cubes into the snow on the left and right sides, exchanging density for space.

After a while, the space under the snow became larger.

"Luoyang-kun, our tent is gone, and the supplies are gone, what should we do after we get out?" Kusama asks a practical question.

Luoyang suddenly sensed something and stopped moving.

Because Luoyang was about to answer her concerns, the Kusama waiter waited for a while but didn't see Luoyang speak, nor did she see Luoyang move, she said curiously: "Luoyang-kun, you ......."

"Shhhhhh Luoyang suddenly looked back and covered the mouth of the Kusama attendant.

Sun Shangxiang was slightly stunned, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Luoyang Sang, I'm still here!

Luoyang lowered his voice and said, "Shang Xiang, turn off the flashlight on your phone, and then step back."

Sun Shangxiang was suspicious in her heart, it can be seen that Luoyang looked solemn, knowing that something was happening, she turned off the flashlight on her mobile phone, and then

Back and forth.

Luoyang and Kusama followed suit.

The three of them retreated into a small recess under the cliff.

Bang bang bang!

Da-da-da-da!

Suddenly there was a deafening sound of gunfire on the cliff, and bullets whistled down and plunged into the snow, and a few bullets even flew above the heads of the three people, and the snow fell down, and two bullets fell on the ground that had just been cleared, making a crisp impact sound.

Sun Shangxiang and Kusama Shihime couldn't see it, but Luoyang could see it very clearly, because of the cushion of the snow, the two bullets were not deformed, they were several centimeters long, and he could see that they were bullets from powerful assault rifles even if he didn't know how to shoot.

The deafening gunfire took about two minutes before it subsided, and at least a thousand bullets went into the snow beneath the cliffs.

"There's no movement, those people should be gone." Kusama said.

Luoyang reached out again and covered his mouth.

Kusama Shihime frowned slightly, she was an officer of the Sumiyoshi Society's security department, and Luoyang's behavior was tantamount to an offense to her. I don't know what to think, she judged the distance and position, quietly made a move, opened her five fingers, closed it in an instant, and shook it hard.

Two knife streams, dragon snatchers!

Luo Yang snorted lightly, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Sun Shangxiang said with concern: "Luoyang Sang, what's wrong with you?"

Luoyang hurriedly reached out and covered Sun Shangxiang's mouth.

Sun Shangxiang shrehwedly closed her mouth.

Kusama was worried that Sun Shangxiang would find out, so she quietly withdrew her hand.

Luoyang lowered his voice: "Those people haven't left yet, they are all on the cliff."

Although he couldn't see, he could sense the situation on the cliff even through the thick snow.

There were eight people on the other side, four directly above, and the other four split into two groups, on the left and right sides of the cliff.

Eight gunners, eight guns, fired at least a thousand rounds in just two minutes. If it weren't for the fact that there was such a hiding place under this cliff, there was a high probability that the three of them would be hit by stray bullets.

Now it seems that the avalanche just now was not how much Sun Shangxiang made a sound, nor did Luoyang create any shock, it was a man-made disaster.

With the firepower of these eight gunners, to create an avalanche, all you need to do is throw a grenade in the right place, or fire a few shots.

Unfortunately, the distance is too far and the snow is too thick, and Luoyang can't hear the voices of the people on the cliff clearly.

Luoyang lowered his voice: "There are eight people on it, two on the left and right sides of the cliff, and four above our heads, I guess they will come down to search, we hollowed out the snow, if someone steps on it, it is very likely to fall, I will make him lose his combat effectiveness, you take the opportunity to kill that person, snatch his gun, and then you protect Shang Xiang, I will deal with the rest of the people."

He handed the chrysanthemum blade into Kusama's hand.

Kusama snorted, but she was still full of worries about Luoyang's plan: "You pick seven, can you do it?"

"If you can't do it, you have to do it." Luoyang's heart was also very nervous.

The other party clearly came to kill people, but he had never killed anyone, and the first thing he had to overcome was his own psychological barrier.

The sound of snow being trampled and squeezed came from overhead, and the eight gunmen came down.