Hidden Assassin

Even after many years of remembering, Dongfang Wan clearly remembered how he felt at that time.

In the dark, shady forest room, far away from the nearby gunfire and noise, because of the blood on her body, she took off her clothes, wiped the blood and threw it away. Ye Ling Jing in front took off a coat and put it on her, the night breeze blew over, still a little cold, of course, cold is not the point.

Crawling between the bushes and the trees, he avoided searching at any time, occasionally by the trunk, occasionally in the mountain stones, the light of the torch even occasionally appeared in the field of view, and people in the woods were heavy, sometimes touching the nerve endings of several people. Between the rocks, Ye Lingjing removed a roll of bandages from his pocket, wrapping up the wound that had been shot through his hand on Oriental Road. The tall figure in the black cloak, walking in the woods like a ghost, often appears in the eyes of the crowd for a moment, and then disappears again.

A few years later, the truth came to light, and Mandy Oriental naturally knew that the “tall” was only her illusion, perhaps because she was always looking up at the figure in a low-lying position, or because the figure showed too amazing a figure.

Nearly a hundred mercenaries searched far and near, and he was just one person, but a few people hid all the way over, and the least they could see was the bodies with different death forms, some hit by bullets, some by blades, some by bombs, some by traps and pierced by brazing, and sometimes they would hear the cries in the walkie-talkies of these dead people, incredibly it was just a human effect, the kind of confusion that people felt, as if a tiger had entered the sheep, even though the sheep used to compare these mercenaries to each other were too despised, but it was perfect in front of them.

Massive chaos, strange exchanges of fire, although the mercenary regiment also tried to carry out a steady and steady siege after realizing the small number of opponents, after dark, in the more than two hours before the start, Jiaming was able to set numerous small traps, even during the constant pursuit, he could use the grenades obtained from the deceased to lay small minefields to constantly “surprise” people.

The four men fled slowly and were naturally spotted by mercenaries. One of them was shot by a gun in the hands of Oriental Road, the other two were killed by bullets fired from nowhere at the moment of their appearance, and the other was similarly approached by the black man when he arrived not far from the four. The strong man, more than two meters tall and as strong as a tower, Oriental Mandy, was also under the impression that he should be one of the best fighters in the mercenary regiment. At first joking on board, he had thrown a buffalo aside at random.

However, this is the kind of man, the gun has not been raised, the shadow of the person who rushed out in the dark has already come on his temple a fierce knee crash, then almost a stormy and heavy rainstorm attack, so that he doesn't even have time to fight back, this person probably thinks he is very resistant to striking, trying to fight back the enemy with a double-defeated method, punching out, sweeping out a tree that is generally thick in the bowl next to him, his throat was also cut open, blood erupted, the ghostly shadow has disappeared into the dark again.

The battle in the woods lasted more than two hours, and the mercenaries did not know how many had died, and the gunfire was diminishing in the woods. Long afterwards, it seemed, only from afar, where the four men had passed, bodies like this were often seen. It seems that she was given a piece of clothing. The girl in front, Ye Lingjing, often held herself in hiding and shrunk and trembled until the gunshot disappeared for a long time. They were still walking and stopping along a fixed route, and it took more than half an hour before they arrived at a place at the foot of the mountain.

According to Ye Lingjing, the neighborhood seemed to set a number of traps, turn on the torch, the mountain obviously began to rise in this place, there was a small recess in the mountain, about four meters long, about two meters deep, not much like a cave, but like a small roof, an ancient wooden frame on this “roof” that didn't know how long it had died, but could barely be used to hide people.

When the light came up, there was a person sneaking out, and then he yelled softly, "Quiet, are you okay?” Welcomed up and looked at this person. Oriental was slightly stunned. It turns out that she was the one who was very obscene in her impression, Gu Jiaming.

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Next, most of them are self-introduction and other trivial things, Oriental Road is the president of the Sacred Heart College Student Association, both Jing Jia Ming and Jia Ming know each other. During the last Bi Wu incident, Ling Jing naturally also knew the identity of Oriental Mandy. The only stranger is the fat man who has been following several people. The three hostages on the boat did not have much interest in introducing themselves, so the Oriental brothers and sisters only knew the fat man's surname payment. At last I felt out of danger. The fat man was very excited and his cheeks were red:

“Big, everyone, my last name is Fu, my name is Yan Jie, oh, my father has high expectations for me...”

I don't have any thoughts about the person next to this name, but Jiaming was slightly stunned, and his cheek was slightly twitched: “Uh, Fu Yanjie... I've heard so much about it, I'm Gu Jiaming. Hello, hehe..."

At this time, the war stopped slightly, and the Oriental brothers and sisters and Fatty Fu looked home with some strange eyes, namely, awe and doubt. Jia Ming naturally knew what they suspected. At the moment, they were fabricated with Ling Jing. Mostly, they were also caught by these guys, but a mysterious figure with the nickname tulip scent saved them. This tulip scent Mr. has always worn a black cape. Neither of them knew the identity and appearance of each other. As for how their boat was destroyed and how to get to the island, it was not necessary to change too much.

The only loophole in this lie, I'm afraid, is why Jiaming was hiding here when the mercenaries searched, but at this time, nobody was too deep. After all, Jiaming would be considered a true joke if he said he was the black man. For Fang Jingyi, this girl went out to save people, but Jiaming stayed here to hide. Oriental glance into Jiaming's eyes added a little more despicability and disdain.

In that battle, Nguyen Zongdan lost a lot. After half the casualties, Jia Ming had already contacted him, demanding that everyone occupy the side of the island and not invade each other afterwards. Although Nguyen Zongdan was burning in anger at this time, the situation at hand was not clear, and the casualties on his side were severe. However, the fire configuration of the other side was completely unclear - although there were also people who said the other side seemed to be only one person, the people who heard this kind of talk would not only feel ridiculous, and the speaker himself would probably feel that he was a comedian.

The situation is stronger than human beings, and only one step back can be taken at a time. Ultimately, this is a world where we eat with strength, the boat is gone, everyone wants to die, but if we don't die in vain, it's too irrational. From each other's speech, Jiaming probably knows that they consider themselves members of the Fire Eye Mercenary Corps, which is the ideal situation, at least he will think that it is impossible to signal for help on his side, and it is estimated that both sides can have a buffer period of at least one or two days.

As for the coming storm tomorrow, Jiaming probably knew it from the computer records of the gunboat. Now, naturally speaking in the name of Mr. Tulip, the three quiet, Oriental Mandarin and Fu Yanjie busily took out the tent from the hidden large backpack and cut it with a knife, covered the canvas outside the roof of this cabin, then sewed the edge with dirt, and then made a disguise as a shrub to make a small cave that could temporarily shelter from the storm.

On the other hand, Jiaming took out medication and bandages to help the Oriental Road deal with the injuries. With a bullet in the palm of his hand, a dislocated arm, a broken bone and scales all over his body, he could still live in the woods for more than two hours. For this man without professional training, Jia Ming really deserves a tribute, he can become the president of the Sacred Heart Academy of Students Association, but there are some reasons. However, when he heard the muffled grunt in his brother's mouth due to the severe pain when his arm was attached, Oriental Mandarin frowned: “Careful, can you cure it? ”

“Don't worry, don't worry.” Jia Ming smiled, “my ideal for the future is to be a doctor. ”

He was very satisfied with his ideal, and laughed: “No wonder Jia Ming always stuck with my mother. I just wanted her to take you as an apprentice.” Jia Ming just wanted to say, "That's not all Mama Ba Qiu is for," Oriental sarcastically said, “You can't be a dentist? ”

Jia Ming shrugged: “If you can't take a good medical course, of course you can only be a dentist.” My quiet face suddenly cooled down: “My mother is not a dentist... but even a dentist is not bad. ”

Unexpectedly, the girl around her suddenly got colder and the Oriental euphemism was somewhat embarrassing: “Uh, sorry...” In fact, quiet is not a carefully eyed girl, yet she hated Oriental euphemism to Jiaming.

The cave was arranged, and a small embankment was erected above, which separated the flow of water. It was already late at night, and the compressed cookies were taken out of the backpack and eaten. It was arranged to take turns at night, so they slept in the cave.

At some point, Oriental woke up confused, the sky was still dark, but it had rained outside. There seemed to be a powder smell in the air. A torch removed from the gun was lit at the exit of the small cave. Jiaming sat there, and the clothes on his upper body were unravelled for much of the night. He sat quietly beside him, tears streaming and bandaging a wound on his shoulder, that wound, until he knew quietly, Jiaming had endured the middle of the night.

Almost at the next moment, Oriental Mandarin looked clearly at the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly glanced at him and then revealed a helpless smile. Oriental Mandarin moved his body for a moment and said softly: “What, what? ”

Hearing her voice, she wiped her tears with her clothes and sleeves, then turned back and smiled softly: “Nothing, I was injured the other day, and it's not good yet.” With a slight tremor in her hand, she hid the dyed dagger on the side that Oriental Mandarin could not see. There was no anesthesia, nothing else. Only then could she kill the poison with gunpowder according to the instructions of Jiaming. The bullet embedded in the bone meat was dug out raw with the dagger. She just thought that her whole body would ache. Only then, under her clumsy knife, Jiaming bit the teeth Guan and endured the pain, not knowing how amazing it was.

“Oh...” Oriental nodded, “By the way, where's Mr. Tulip? Doesn't he have to come in to hide from the rain? There's a storm coming. What's he gonna do? ”

“I don't know, he doesn't like to be with us, but he'll figure it out, don't worry. ”

“Oh.” he nodded, Oriental glanced gently at the bandage on his open shoulder, then closed his eyes and went back to sleep. In the dark, he seemed to have flashed that ghostly figure again. When she was about to be hurt, the angel appeared, saved her, saved everyone, and then killed all the enemies like God, tulip scent... what kind of man was he? With this in mind, she wrapped herself around a blanket, no warm queen size bed, no gorgeous room, not even a bath before, but a few days later, it was the best sleep she could get.

The next day, the clouds began to thicken in the sky. In the morning, it was just a small leaching rain. After about noon, the rain began to grow, and the wind gradually scraped...

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Well, I don't know if there was a woman in '97, but I don't think so. It is true that there are few updates in these two days, I do not deny it, therefore there is no request for tickets, there is no need to look for more reasons, after all, that is just my reason, there will be a section in the morning, I will adjust the status as soon as possible. (To be continued, please log on to WWW.CMFU.COM for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)