In the sight, the orange figure was clear—it was a thin, red-haired boy, no more than twenty years old, leaning against a cluster of banana trees, gnawing on an unripe wild banana, and didn't notice at all. He entered the hunter's range.
Leo put down the double-barreled shotgun and told the bodyguard who was driving: "Let's go."
The bodyguard hesitated and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Yang, you have let off three humans and beasts along the way. Since yesterday, you haven't shot a shot. Don't you like this hunting activity?"
Leo glanced at him warningly, and replied with a vaguely displeased arrogant tone: "There is an idiom called'Ning Que Wu Lan', do you understand the meaning? I promised the little Duke of Yavre to bring one for him. The most beautiful and cunning fox, do you want me to use this thin little mouse to charge? Shut your mouth, I don't like talkative people."
The bodyguard was silent immediately and drove the car in a proper manner, and at the same time arranged in his stomach the scandal between the young and handsome guest and the little duke whose private life was disturbed.
Leo looked back at the jungle scenery on the roadside, and his heart fell into anxiety and dilemma: he would never shoot these innocents, but he couldn't arouse anyone's suspicion, and the little Yavre also needed Opportunity for closer approach... What should he do to accomplish this task with the best of both worlds
A gunshot interrupted his contemplation.
-Someone is hunting humans and animals nearby! Leo clenched his fists, pinched his nails into the flesh, using willpower to suppress the intense intolerance and anger that surged in his chest. He can't, he can't act on impulse, it will ruin the whole plan! It is enough to take your own life. Once the young Yavre is alarmed, all the beasts here are bound to be wiped out, and in the future there will be countless victims who will continue to die in this inhumane hunting game!
In any case, he must hold back!
There was another gunshot, and the source of the sound was very close. It should be in the jungle beside the road.
"—Stop!" Leo said to the bodyguard unbearably.
The latter thought he had finally started hunting in earnest, instead of driving around the island in the car, turned off the fire excitedly, and jumped out of the car with a gun.
Leo grabbed the shotgun, pushed aside the dense branches and entered the dense forest on the roadside. In fact, he hasn't figured out what to do next. Intellectually, he knows that turning a blind eye is the best way to deal with it, but he is a person, not a machine, and cannot meticulously execute commands in accordance with a fixed procedure like a computer. He can't just watch an innocent person die in front of him, but he uses many excuses to whiten the ruthlessness and cover up the fact that he can't save him-his conscience doesn't allow him to do this!
…Let’s see what's going on first, then let’s see the machine, he said to himself.
Shanier found a few spare bullets from the third dead hunter, picked two guns that fit together, then dug a hole for other weapons and clothing, and stuffed the corpse under a huge piece of decaying wood. The ants, dung beetles and other insects in the rotten leaves were alarmed and fled around, but soon they will come back to enjoy a long meal.
When doing these things, he hummed happily the popular songs eight years ago, and the blood and the heat of the new death made him relive the long-lost excitement.
Luo Yi looked on indifferently. To be honest, he didn't like the breath of this man. From his bones, there was a wolf-like vulture and viciousness that his parents did not recognize, and the seemingly lively and funny expressions and words that were occasionally revealed were nothing but harmless. The decoration is roughly like a few small wild flowers growing in the jackal's cave.
Now he is as docile as a well-trained wolf dog, because in this situation and environment, he is stronger than him. When he feels that he has enough power to contend or surpass, he will instinctively stretch out his fangs and claws. Luo Yi was quite sure that he was just using himself to get out of the predicament-but he was also using him to help hunting, and the two were even.
While the corpse was being destroyed, Luo Yi heard the sound of slight footsteps and the sound of being stepped on by litter... Someone is coming! Shanier was also startled, and turned around and exchanged glances with him. The two immediately flashed behind the nearest big tree.
The luxuriant branches and leaves obscured the line of sight. You can only tell from the sound of footsteps that two people are approaching them. Dark green jungle combat boots and camouflage trousers reveal the identity of the opponent—the bodyguard provided by the club, and the other should be a hunter.
Do you? Shanier looked at Luo Yi.
Wait for them to get closer. Luo Yi made a gesture.
They waited patiently for each other to enter the kill range, and before they were about to shoot, they heard the conversation between the two people: "It should be around here, I seem to smell blood... Look, a leg is stretched out under the dead wood, the corpse of a human or an animal There!" It was a man's voice with a thick, slightly Russian accent.
Shanier squeezed the loaded rifle in his hand, his index finger hit the trigger, and the barrel of the gun slowly stretched out from the branches.
"It's dead... It's a step late. Forget it, let's go." said another deep and mellow man's voice.
This voice made Luo Yi's eyebrows tick, and his eyes suddenly became strong like clouds and moonrise. While Shanier bends his index finger, he stretched out a finger and inserted it precisely into the gap behind the trigger, preventing his shooting action.
Shanier, who was ready to go, was taken aback, and immediately turned to look at him, and saw that he shook his head at himself.
Why? He lipped and asked.
Luo Yi did not answer, but just pulled his finger away from the trigger, with a firm attitude that was not open to discussion.
Shanier rolled his eyes. Is there any way? This man has always been deep-minded and self-sufficient, saying that the two are teaming up, but he hasn't revealed a single important thing to him. Maybe it's because the other party doesn't trust him at all... This recognition made him feel a little emotionally hurt.
He pulled back the barrel angrily, moved a little bit bigger, and shook a few leaves.
"—Who? Hiding behind the tree, come out!" the man with a Russian accent shouted, "Hurry up, or I will shoot!"
The first opportunity was lost. Shanier took a bitter look at Luo Yi, lowered the camouflage cap on his head, and walked out from behind the tree with his gun, "You, don't be so nervous, and be careful of fire."
The bodyguard saw his dress clearly, was relieved, lowered his muzzle and said, "Brother, why are you the only one, your guest?"
Must stay in step with the members assigned to them to protect, this is the dead rule set by the club. When he asked, Luo Yi had to come out, "What's the matter?" He lowered his head slightly, hiding his brows in the shadow of the brim of his hat.
"No, it's nothing, I'm just worried that he forgot the rules and left the guests alone." The bodyguard explained with some embarrassment, and at the same time looked at Shanier suspiciously. Recruiting new people..." He frowned and thought, becoming more and more suspicious, and carefully looked at Luo Yi: "You are... No! I remember all the eleven guests who participated in the event this time, and there is no yellow race at all! You! Not a member—"
At the moment he raised his gun to shoot, a bullet killed his life in the first half step, and a black hole of blood was drilled in the center of his brow.
It was Luo Yi who drew the pistol pinned to his back. The astonishing speed of drawing the gun made him post-fighting.
Leo, standing behind the bodyguard, faced his gun.
At such a close distance, the shotgun power of a double-barreled shotgun is much greater than that of a pistol, and he can even injure two people with one shot. But Leo didn't have the idea of shooting. He had already guessed the identity of the two fish-eyed beaders—they were probably the victims of prey, the so-called "human beasts", and his rescue target.
In this situation of unknown enemies and friends, if he does not take the initiative to identify himself, it will inevitably cause fatal misunderstandings and unnecessary casualties. According to professional regulations, he slowly raised a hand and said: "Don't be impulsive, I am a policeman."
"Huh?" Shanier let out a strange cry, and said in surprise: "Policeman? Another undercover?" He then turned to the man next to him: "Are you colleagues?"
"Colleague?" Leo's sharp eyes analyzed the face of the Asian youth hidden in the shadows, and his brows were habitually frowned. "I haven't seen you. Which department do you belong to?"
Luo Yi slowly raised her face, staring at him with bright and sharp dark amber eyes, and a slight smile was raised at the corner of her mouth: "Hello, Leo, we meet again."
Leo's body trembled like an electric shock. He looked at the man in front of him in amazement and vigilance, as if he was about to peel off his seamless camouflage and the same human skin. After a few seconds of silence, he squeezed a name from his teeth: "... Finish!"
"I'm sorry, I ran into a case with you again." The Chinese youth said insincerely. "Although I don't expect you to agree, I still think it is necessary to respect each other, just like two players have to fight each other before a boxing match. Ge Gong: Look, there must be a withdrawal between the two of us in this matter. I hope it's you, okay?"
"—No way." The federal agent rebuffed violently.
"Well, I knew it would be like this, you diehard." He sighed pretentiously, "I have to tie you up, and let you be free when I get everything done here. Give you a piece of advice, explorer. Member, don’t resist too much. Although I have never attacked anyone other than the target, he is different—" He raised his chin to the man with blond hair beside him. He doesn't blink his eyes—right, my little wolfdog?" He said to Shanier in the second half of the sentence, seemingly affectionate.
Shanier looked at the black-haired agent maliciously, while pondering Luo Yi's true identity and inexplicably changing attitude in his heart. To be honest, he was not surprised by this identity—it was boring in prison and reading the newspaper was one of the important pastimes. “Finishing” was the darling of the news media and a famous serial killer. Young male, Asian, good at camouflage, first-class skill, specializing in serial murderers... Is there anything that fits better than the young man next to him
What really puzzled him was Luo Yi's-no, it should be said that it was a complete-suddenly vivid attitude. He treats himself like an awe-inspiring statue, and he is about to fight and kill at every turn. Why does he unload his armor and melt the ice when he sees this policeman? What the hell, the killer and the police, they are not natural enemies, should they be bloody when they meet? But what does this strange atmosphere of inexplicable and inexplicable mean now? !
With a fake, flattered look, he shot back at the intimacy full of taste, and then said murderously to Leo: "Agent? FBI? Or something else, it's all the police anyway-I hate the police.
"How good is it to kill directly, why should you keep asking for trouble?" He complained to the man beside him.
Shaoqing smiled coldly at him, Shanier suddenly felt the cold wind, shrank his shoulders reflexively, and had to suppress his dissatisfaction forcibly.
"Sorry, I don't intend to catch it." Leo said grimly, his fingers still on the trigger, and his feet slowly moved back. Is this golden-brown haired man an accomplice of Crimson? They don’t look like the same kind of people... This is not to say how honest Crimson is in his mind—the Chinese youth he has hunted for a year is indeed irrefutable Murder criminal. However, how can they develop such a close relationship with this murderer who despises human life and is brutal and bloody? ! Damn it, kill it, is this brain flooding? Can't he see that this guy is a scorpion, a viper, and a jackal with its tail sandwiched at all, and he actually calls him "my little wolf dog" ambiguously? Oh, see your mother's big head!
A spontaneous anger and disappointment raged in the heart of the black-haired agent, which made him almost desperately pull the trigger at Shanier-but he couldn't do it, the two were too close, the shotgun wounded. The range is too large, and Shanier is only a verbal threat, and he didn't really start it—he hoped that the opponent would act a bit more, so that he could counterattack as a matter of course.
"You don't have the right to speak, Leo, now we are two to one." Shi Qing shrugged and said: "You can shoot at any one of us and be knocked down by the other, so that both losers, injured or Two people died. It is difficult for the remaining one to act alone, and may give up and escape alone. Then the hunters continue to hunt and kill people and beasts for fun, and the black hands behind the scenes continue to get away with-well, is this the ending you want? If you think so , Just shoot."
Leo frowned in annoyance-he was so plausible, he was always so plausible, and it was hard to argue with the fallacy, it was a kind of sharpness of the sword.
In fact, he couldn't think of a better solution for the moment. He was in a dispute with the final, no matter which side won, it was a tragic victory. For their common goal, the Luna Club, it was a blessing. That being the case, why can't they try to cooperate once-it's not the first time anyway.
He saw the softening of the black-haired agent’s attitude from the blinking gaze, and he added firewood very happily: "In addition to hurting both sides, there may be a better solution-let's go our own way, and no one will get in the way. .I guess your task is to find evidence undercover and bring the organizers to justice. I plan to kill all these predators who have been carrying a lot of life. You see, we have no contradiction at all-don't you think this Should all scumbags go to hell?"
"They do deserve to die, but you are not qualified to be an executor." Leo insisted.
"Why, because I'm missing a small notebook and a black suit? Come on, Leo, let's go back again, and Cha's words are so boring." He said impatiently, "Let's discuss something practical— Are you going to take the bar with me now, or are we going to take the bar with the perverted boss who kills and makes fun together?"
"We can't be together." Leo looked calm and gloomy. "Think about the chess case. You headed the suspect under the noses of a bunch of policemen. How can I believe you won't harm me? thing?"
He laughed, with a hint of narrow and childish complacency, "Oh, I still hate that thing, I don't know you are such a careful man... But don't worry, this time our well water will not offend the river. Tell you the truth. Having said that, I know who the organizer is behind the scenes, and I know your intentions, you can continue to collect evidence, and I promise that you will not act on your goals. Is this all right?"
There must be his eyeliner in the game! Leo thought bitterly. Although he has to admit that the remarks of the finale are very tempting to him and the best way to break the current stalemate, but he still feels unwilling, why does the initiative fall in the hands of the other party? This is not in line with his style of doing things, he has always been accustomed to controlling the situation.
"Why are you still hesitating, Leo? You know this is the best way." He smiled and made a listening gesture: "Listen to gunshots. When you stick to the rules, another life is sad~~ ~ Disappeared miserably."
Leo hated the teasing element in his deliberately trembling and prolonged tone, and finally made a decision: "As you said, well water does not offend river water, but this is not cooperation, just a deal." Say this When he was speaking, a plan suddenly appeared hazy in his heart, and he found that he had found an opportunity to approach the young Yavre...
The outline of the plan became clearer and more legible, and Leo's frown stretched out and said to the serial murderer in front of him: "If I were you, move as fast as possible. Otherwise, the club will find the missing members. , Then they will rake the entire island upright, and you two will not escape."
"You don't need to worry about this," he answered calmly.
"There is one last thing," Leo dropped the double-barreled shotgun in his hand. "Thank you for a shot in my upper left arm-just don't break the bone."
He froze for a moment, and smiled unclearly: "Don't worry, I won't take the opportunity to give you a coffin covered with the national flag." As he said, he raised the pistol very simply, as if he was free, without aiming, and the bullet popped up. Bore.
Leo covered his left arm with his right hand and snorted, blood pouring from between his fingers, "Thank you, and... I can do it for myself." He said, turned and left.
"—Leo!" Su Qing suddenly said to stop his back. When the other party stopped, he hesitated again, and finally said, "I'm sorry."
… Me too. Leo answered in his heart and left without looking back.
Temporary transactions between them are destined to be impossible to be honest, and there is always one party who will become a betrayer—perhaps both parties. But now, no one wants to show his cards and reveal the illusion.
"Just let him go?" Shanil couldn't agree with the geological question. At the same time, he became more confused and upset about the treacherous relationship between the two. "Why don't we just kill him like the other hunters? No one knows anyway. , The FBI will not bother us. Keep him, if he completes the undercover mission, what should I do if he has finished the undercover mission? I don’t believe you will trust him so much... I said—you two shouldn’t have a leg Bar?"
He laughed scornfully, "Of course I don't trust him, and he doesn't trust me either. Next, we will see who moves faster. We will fix the hunters first, or he will fix the behind-the-scenes organizers first. "
"But that note is right. They will find someone missing before dark, and the corpse will not be difficult to find."
"So we have to speed up and get rid of a few more before they retract back into their residence in fear."
"After that? They will definitely hunt us all over the mountains. This island is not too big."
"I have my own idea." He said, "You can choose to quit. It's still too late."
Shanier sighed and said, "Is there still a way to go back? Should I go back and continue to be a beast at any time, or set up a bamboo raft to play Pacific rafting? I would rather follow you-you are a famous'killing', never Will easily put his life on this broken island."
"Whatever you want. But there is one requirement: Don't make your own claims to be bad for me, otherwise—" The second half of the sentence was retained, the threat was overwhelming.
"Don't worry, I can't beat you anyway." Shanier said listlessly.
"Let's go."
"... Finally, I want to ask."
He raised his eyebrows unhesitatingly.
"You two-really don't have a leg?"