Hidden Assassin

Poor verbal abuse did not reach the point, the fire flashed across the street, the bullet had brushed into his shoulder blade, and his entire right hand was unconscious in severe pain when standing.

The non-human body made his physical qualities far higher than the average person's, but he was accustomed to the aid of powerful powers during the week. In terms of pure physical reaction, avoidance, and shooting, it was far worse than at home. If the body wasn't nearly immortal in its ability to recover, it was estimated that ten of him, together, would have been killed clean by now. Though his combat experience is also considerable, in the current situation, it is estimated that only a bad sight and a decision to turn around has played a part, enduring the tremendous pain that has spread all over him, and he continues to turn around towards the woods not far away.

For him, apart from the fact that a few years ago the child suspected of being a natural evolutionist slapped flying, he had not experienced such a wondrous situation for many years. Even a few years ago, at best, he was instantly divided into victories. He had not been beaten to death like in front of him. It was the feeling of humiliation that made him run wild like a bereaved dog that made him particularly unbearable after experiencing too many feelings of superiority.

Efforts to use aliens have increased speed, and occasional feelings of pain have come from the body, and encountering this strange ability, which has never been seen before, has almost deprived him of his desire to fight. At the same time, some people in the woods are quietly engaged in dialogue.

“Ha, how amazing and amazing I said before, I actually got this look now. Hey, besides being an indestructible target, what else can he be...”

In the dark, a sniper lurking on the branches was staring at this side with a falcon's eye, and a sneer burst into his mouth, and for a moment, another voice that could see his companions on the scene was coming.

“It seems like something is interfering with the psychic energy... But his self-healing ability is really perverted. I've never seen him before, he can't even beat me to death. Hey, do we have this in our organization...”

“Do you want to take him back and study it...”

“Just think about it, this is because his powers are restricted by some reason, so beaten up, you don't have the ability to suppress him, really let him roll his face up... don't forget that he can get away with the siege of so many people in flaming yellow awakening...”

“But... why Gu Jiaming? Something's wrong with his condition, too impressive..."

“It doesn't match the intelligence, it's a simple criterion...”

“Isn't he just Jane Su-yan? ”

“Nobody has seen this child officially attack before. It seems that his condition is a little unnatural, it is like he is on drugs... Insufficient information, go back and hand these things over to the top for analysis...”

“Get in the best range... Boss, shall we shoot? ”

During the discussion, the Count's figure was less than twenty meters from the woods. Jiaming quickly caught up in the rear. In the intercom system, the person in charge smiled: “The black dwarf can't hold on, waiting for him to call for help...”

The Count is in the dark woods!

Two seconds later, over a large tree more than 100 meters from the edge of the woods, a man took a deep breath, put a sniper gun up, put out the most standard targeting position, in the night rain, hidden fire from the road outside the woods, circular cause, included Jiaming running figure brush into the range.

It's hard to describe. At that moment, Jiaming's red eyes suddenly looked this way.

Wipe... that shadow swept more than a dozen meters away, and in a short blink, the body turned four times in a row. The people on this side grasped the feeling, subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the bullet rubbed off a large area of turf on the ground, while the fire of the assault rifle lit up in the dark realm of the forest and the sound of the gun boiled.

The figure of the family rushed into the back of the first great tree, but did not rush out from the other side.

Bullets fired from all sides clapped and flocked in one direction, tearing grass, flying bark, trunks punched through, wood chips blooming like flowers, a rocket with an astonishing tail flame through the woods, blasting, accurately blowing up at the target point. Millions of Mars bloom and fly out with plenty of grass and debris, extinguishing in this pouring rain. The darkness came to the place again, and the gunfire gradually stopped, and a big tree collapsed along the edge of the woods with the sound of a "girl”.

“Are you sure you're dead? ”

Only in the loneliness of the cold wind and rain did someone finally begin to speak, the voice was low and the breath was clear and audible.

“… invisible. ”

“Losing target…”

“Point C lost target...”

“Point D… Unable to confirm…"

“Losing target…”

“Losing target…”

“Same… loss of purpose…”

Similar answers came in successively, and the chief paused, ordering: "Recent… Kobayashi, confirmed in the past, others cover…"

“Yes.”

“… Careful! ”

Almost at the moment that Kobayashi's answer came, the sniper on the big tree shouted the phrase, and at the same time, in the image in the sniper mirror, the grass between the trees was cut like a storm from left to right, and he pulled the trigger.

More than a hundred meters away, there was also a bang, sandwiched in the sound of bullets, the sound of human collisions.

Two silhouettes are staggered.

The sniper glasses shook slightly to the right. He knew that he had failed to seize the opportunity. In view, a figure that had been lurking in the grass had been struck out. The figure was still retreating under the force of the impact, and his head and figure had begun to separate. Something sharp had suddenly passed his neck. This pitch-black scene gives off tremendous impact in the circular field of view of the sniper mirror.

It's like a shadow or screen waved by a samurai knife. After the blade, the object brushes apart. Even if you don't look at the knife, just look at the slippery cuts as if they were natural, you can feel the strength and sharpness when the knife is cut off.

In the darkness, the shadow belonging to the human head flew out, hit the tree trunk next to it before bouncing back, fell into the grass, the body of the loss of the head took another two steps back, from the broken neck, before spraying waterfall-like blood, then pounded into the grass.

The sound of the bullet rang for a moment and stopped again. In the darkness, as quiet as suffocation, everyone was holding their breath, the sound of rain struck the trees, and the sand and sand sounded as the backdrop of the world. Three minutes later, a brilliant gun rang behind a tree dozens of meters away, slanted across the forest in a fan-shaped area without purpose, and almost everyone could feel the brutality and tragedy that suppressed the sound of the gun and a human body fell behind it.

The bullet covered the area again as if it were a storm. This time, two successive rockets, like carpet bombing, struck for more than a dozen seconds, and the silence came back down again. Because of the density of the leaves, the flames burned out for a minute before fading out.

The man they captured disappeared once again, like water, in this deep darkness, silently.

“Losing target…”

When the last light went out, the same voice sounded again, and the rest of us made sure to speak softly.

“Losing target…”

“This is impossible...”

“Cheer up...”

“Everyone is free to lurk, it is up to them to judge whether or not to shoot, gentlemen, this is a test for us...”

Between a shrub and gravel more than 20 metres from the place just now, a lurker with an assault rifle began to shift his position carefully, and it was surprising how dark it was around him, but there was still a certain degree of visibility for the heavily trained people, and he had a bad feeling about looking at the quiet woodland in front of him like a ghost.

This time he could be sent to the river and sea, his qualifications in Peroga were not too shallow. As a killer, he had always been educated to be close to the darkness. Back in the darkness, they should be as safe as home. However, in front of a man who seemed to be better suited to the darkness, this sense of security in the darkness began to retreat quietly after the two provocative killings just now.

In his most vigilant and soft posture, he quietly and silently retreated in the shrub. Although uneasy, he had reason to believe that his hidden standards would never be lower than those of anyone, and he predicted in his mind where the other person might reappear, adjusting his body.

And just like that, the next moment, the cold flashes, stuck to his throat, and a man leaned silently behind him. This moment is like a dream.

The hand covered his mouth with the power to crush his jaw, and someone spoke in his ear, as if to take care of him, in Japanese.

“Murder? I'll teach you...”

The blade was pulled from left to right, lightly. At that moment, he remembered the carp he had seen in the Tokyo Tower Aquarium. They swimmed freely in a clear pool at the exit of the aquarium. The sword passed at that time, calm and brilliant beauty, but he didn't have time to appreciate these, passing there, just to kill...

I really want to see it again...

When blood erupted, he thought. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)