The waterfall rain is roaring, the mountains and mountains are covered in the rain curtain, the animals are hiding, and even the birds are choosing trees and sacrificing, no longer flying all over the sky.

In the pouring waterfall rain, the mountains are silent.

At such a moment, two men are engaged in a life-and-death struggle in a meadow at the edge of a forest, both in their early thirties, one is about handsome, but unfortunately a scar at the corner of his left eye destroys his overall beauty; A mediocre-looking, deep-set eye socket, the root of the nose is also collapsed, colored pupils, eyes are lighter than the light blue of the West, and it can be distinguished that it is a colored pupil, which is very characteristic of the Northwest people.

Both of them wore dark gray shirts of the same color, carrying blue-green backpacks, probably not much stuffing, and half-deflated bags on their backs, which did not affect people's movements.

The vegetation in the mountains is dense, and it is the most vigorous season of the year, and the grass can be as deep as a man or half a person high, and there are small bushes or rocks in some places in the dense grass.

The two men each held a dagger in their hands, and they went back and forth among the grass on the hillside, fighting to the death, no matter who looked at each other, their eyes were similar to those of wolves, hiding fierce anger and unending ruthless indifference.

Their life-and-death chase lasted from the morning to the present, and they fought several times in the middle, and the chase lasted for half a day, and the physical strength of both sides was almost consumed, and no one dared to relax for half a minute, and each nerve was in a state of high concentration.

The two of them were soaked, their clothes were clinging to their bodies, their faces couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat, and every time they attacked, they didn't look back even if their heads were broken and bleeding.

The pouring rain drowned out the rapid breathing and heartbeat, making the sound of the collision between the two sides and the collision of weapons also slight.

The rain blurred the mountains and fields, blurred the space of heaven and earth, a man in blue who was also carrying a bag held a small black pistol, came from the direction of the grass that was trampled down, and chased after the two people who were fighting, the heavy rain perfectly covered his footsteps and the sound of tripping grass and trees, and the dense rain line also helped him do the best cover, he ran through the grass, and no one found the two people who were fighting.

The man in blue wore a sunshade hat with a brim to cover his eyes, he chased him to the vicinity, touched a rock about 100 meters away from the two of them, crouched on the ground, adjusted the position of the gun, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the two people who were fighting fiercely in the distance.

No, what he wanted to aim at was the man with a scar in the corner of his left eye, just because the two of them were fighting in close quarters, you came and went, constantly exchanging directions, and couldn't pinpoint it.

The man holding the gun was a cat, and quietly touched a few dozen meters, but it was still not ideal, he ran again, changed the sniper position, found a suitable place, and adjusted the angle.

The two men in the fight did not notice the third person lurking in the shadows, and the two collided again, clearly with the sound of bones breaking and the tooth-making sound of sharp blades piercing through the flesh.

At that moment, the man in blue pulled the pistol, and the bullet sprayed out of the barrel of the gun through the silencer, which was already small, and there was heavy rain between the sky and the earth, and the gunfire was swallowed up by the sound of the rain, and the bullet flew through the rain curtain and flew towards the two people who collided together.

The velocity of the pistol is about 300-500 m/s, even the most ordinary pistol, the velocity of the bullet can reach more than 300 meters per second, the gunman's position is less than 100 meters away from the two people, and the bullet can reach in less than half a second.

The moment Yan Xing collided with his opponent, he sent the saber into the opponent's chest, and similarly, the opponent's dagger also stabbed into his left waist.

They, one is a member of the most famous killer organization in the world, and the other is on a national mission, each belonging to different camps, and the competition is a battle of life and death, even if they know that the collision of losing 1,000 enemies and 800 will eventually lose both, neither he nor the other party will avoid it.

In the same way, the nose killer also has the consciousness that if there is no absolute certainty to solve the other party, then both sides will be defeated, or they will both end up.

The two made moves at the same time, Yan Xing was slightly superior, he used his arm as a shield, let the other party break his left arm at the cost of bones, block the killer's left hand, and also avoid the vital position, and sent the saber into the opponent's chest, his saber has strangled two lives in the past two days, this is the third.

The gray-clothed killer's dagger also pierced deeply into Yan Xing's left waist, and the two hugged each other, the wound was bleeding like a pour, washed down by the rain, and merged into a red stream on the surface of the grass, gurgling and flowing.

The broken arm and the piercing pain on the side of the waist hit, Yan Xing didn't even frown, his wrist turned, the saber twisted in the killer's chest, and at the same time, the gray-clothed killer's dagger also rose upward, and the muscles of the two were twitching violently.

At the moment of mutual injury, Yan Xing felt the threat of death, and the danger came from the back!

That kind of induction is the intuitive induction obtained from years of life and death, almost instantly, he lowered the gray-clothed killer with his folding arm, and spun around, taking the other party to spin, using the killer as a shield.

Syllable-

Bullets passed through the back of the gray-clad killer's vest, blood splattered.

The two people who were close together fell down, and fell heavily in the grass, blood, red blood, who could not tell whose it was, stained red with rain, flowed to the grass, and soon disappeared.

Two shots with one shot.

The man in blue with a pistol lurked and observed, waited for about two or three minutes, and saw that the two people who were shot did not move at all, holding the gun over the grass, running closer, and alertly observing, the weeds where the two were fighting were trampled down, and the two sides still maintained a posture of falling to the ground face to face, quite like a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate.

The man in blue watched it from behind the grass, confirmed that the location of the bullet was in the heart, and no matter which of the two people could not live, he moved towards the two, he checked the scar-faced man pressed underneath, the person was out of breath, and muttered, lifting the man who was pressing on the scarface.

Even though the gray-clothed killer lost his breath of life, he still clenched the dagger in his hand, and when he was lifted by the man in blue, the dagger in his hand was also pulled out of the body of the scar-faced man, bringing a stream of bloody arrows.

The bullet passed through the back of the gray man's heart, making a large hole in his chest, and the bullet that passed through the chest drilled into the scar man's heart, and the man in blue confirmed that the two of them could not die anymore, and slipped into the gray man's neck, to touch the necklace around his neck, and at the moment when he bowed his head, a sharp saber cut into his neck, first cutting the major artery, and then cutting his throat.

The man first felt the cold and subtle cracking sound through his heart, and then the overwhelming pain, he subconsciously covered his throat with one hand, fell to his knees, blood spurted out and the rain stained his hands and neck,

The man in blue clutched his throat in pain, his eyes bulged, and he stared at the scarred man who had already lost his breath, but at this time he opened his eyes and cut the saber into his neck.

Hallucination!

"You're not dead?" But he couldn't pronounce that sentence, it just became "uh...... Uh......".

Yan Xing gritted his teeth and pushed the knife forward with his remaining strength, and seemed to understand the eyes of the man in blue, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face with excessive blood loss: "You are still alive, how can I die." ”

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Cute and cute beauties, the magic eye little doctor enters V in the afternoon, Acacia rolls around without discipline to ask for the first order, asks for the first order to ask for the first order~ (I even know, even this is so loud, there must be some beauties who give up their occasional departure, anyway, thank you dear for coming, for the pro who has always supported Acacia, a thousand touches hidden in the heart, only to say: Dear drop, it's good to have you!) May the prosperous world be worry-free, the whole world is happy, and we will have a quiet time together! Dear drops, Mo Mo Da~)