at night.
Group 21 quietly approached the herdsmen's camp. The cattle and sheep were lying on the ground, bathing in the moonlight and falling asleep. Occasionally, some of them were awake, barking a few times and wagging their tails lazily.
A few hours ago, the lights were brightly lit in the yurt, and loud singing could be heard from time to time. This is a group of transitioning herdsmen. They have a fixed grazing area. There are very few herdsmen who herd sheep these days. Most of them have specific houses. The yurt is just a temporary place to live. In the warm season every year, some herdsmen will drive their cattle. The sheep live in the grass.
"There are no secret whistles around, and you can't hear the heartbeat." Wang Xiaoping closed his eyes, and the sounds from a few hundred meters away gathered into a river, which was clear to his ears: "The heartbeats of the people in the tent on the left are far louder than ordinary people. There are three people in total, the number of people and the target Consistent. Sanwu took the lead, and others kept their distance from her."
"action!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sanwu rushed out like a cheetah. She ran very fast, but her footsteps were light. He held a willow knife in his hand, a half-arm-long knife best suited for assassinations. It comes from the equipment department of the Baoze Group. It is an exclusive magical weapon. Its only feature is that it is sharp and is good at breaking armor.
This willow knife has a special meaning to Sanwu. It is a weapon that the five people in the group exchanged for points. It is a sharp blade that everyone gave to Sanwu to charge into battle.
In addition, her multifunctional belt also contains a large-caliber Desert Eagle and two high-explosive grenades.
These thermal weapons originally pose no threat to blood masters. Although they are powerful, they often cannot effectively hit the target in actual combat. But Sanwu's special ability is precise strike, and hot weapons can exert their greatest power in her hands.
Silently approaching the yurt, the willow knife drew a clear light in the dark night. The yurt opened a gap with a sharp sound, and Sanwu got in.
There was a smell of sheep and the sour smell of human bodies in the air. Three people were sleeping in the tent, breathing evenly. Sanwu raised his knife and pierced their hearts in their sleep.
Then, her empty eyes suddenly shrank.
The three people had dark skin and stout builds, with standard Inner Mongolian builds and looks. Does not match the person in the intelligence.
Assassination emphasizes killing with one hit. It is impossible to turn over a person's face to see clearly before killing in the dark. Sanwu did not change his color because he killed the wrong person. With rich combat experience, she immediately judged that she had been tricked.
The remnants of the Ancient God Cult seemed to know that she would come and made arrangements in advance. The crude and simple strategy took advantage of the foresight. Let them fall into the pit unprepared.
There was a surge of murderous intent behind him.
In a hurry, Sanwu had no time to dodge, turning around and crossing his arms in front of his chest. She was knocked out of the yurt by a huge force and rolled on the grass, plowing a shallow mark.
The tall and burly man walked out of the collapsed yurt, his bloody eyes bright, "No. 3, your reaction speed has slowed down. What made you relax in your training."
This man is the God of War. In the battle to annihilate the Ancient God Religion, he was the only high-level combat force who was not eliminated and led a group of cadres to break out of the encirclement.
The God of War is at the top of Baoze Group's must-kill list.
"Mars!"
The three running teammates all stopped in their tracks.
At the top of the must-kill list, they are naturally familiar with the God of War. This majestic and powerful man once caused the Baoze Group to lose troops. In this pursuit and siege, every team that encountered the God of War was wiped out without exception.
"Damn it, it's the God of War," Wang Xiaoping roared on the intercom: "Withdraw, withdraw..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the grass beneath her suddenly collapsed, and the enemy hidden beneath her took action and subdued her easily.
Several remnants of the Ancient God Cult rushed out of the two yurts and attacked the twin siblings and Zheng Kaiyan. The two sides chased and escaped, and the battle was quickly resolved.
Wang Xiaoping and her teammates had their limbs broken off and thrown together. She saw clearly the lineup of the anti-hunting team.
The tall, thin man with the face of a drug addict is the famous Blood Demon. The two men in black robes and white robes are top killers known as black and white, and the short man who is silently hidden under him and can defeat the enemy with one strike at the critical moment is nicknamed Tu Xingsun. Master Stalker.
Everyone is on the must-kill list.
The members of Team 21 felt gloomy in their hearts. They attacked as hunters. After a close encounter with the enemy, they discovered that they were the prey.
Fortunately, they still have three things.
Sanwu is a Class A master, a superwoman who is invincible in the training camp. Except for the S-class master who serves as the head coach, no one among the instructors is Sanwu's opponent.
Sanwu never disappoints. In the months-long pursuit, she almost eliminated one enemy after another with a crushing attitude.
"I seem to understand," the God of War got the answer from Sanwu's suddenly shrinking pupils: "Is it friendship? No. 3, have you found what you have always longed for."
"What a troublesome daughter. Dad has taught you since you were a child that only ruthless killers can survive to the end. But you have been different from other children since you were a child. You desire warmth more than them." The God of War scratched his head: "Desire. The killer of warmth will one day be killed by warmth."
"Have you seen the look in your friends' eyes? They are not afraid because they expect and believe in your victory." The God of War pointed at his teammates. "My good daughter, let's play a game with daddy. If you win, I will let you go." , if you lose, well, let’s finish another game then.”
The battle ended after five minutes, and Sanwu lost.
She was completely defeated. She exhausted all the high-explosive grenades and emptied all the magazines. The lancet representing the victory blade of Team 21 was broken by the God of War with his bare hands.
The God of War held her hair and walked towards Team 21, smiling brightly: "The next game will test your friendship."
"In order to be a normal person, you betrayed the organization and joined the Baoze Group. I won't argue with you about these things, but don't you want friendship?" He grabbed Sanwu's hair and asked her to look directly at his team members : "Four people happen to be in groups of two. Only two of them can survive. You decide, whoever you let live will survive. On the contrary, the person abandoned by you will die here. No. 3 , Their life and death is in your hands."
The members of Team 21 yelled and cursed. At this time, everyone's face was full of fear and they smelled the smell of death.
Everyone in the Ancient God Religion laughed. In this hunting and counter-hunting operation, torturing the captives was their only entertainment.
"Let's take this pair first," the God of War pointed at Zheng Kaiyan and Su Tong: "Who among the two of them is your good friend."
Sanwu looked at them blankly.
"If you don't choose, they will all die." The God of War said.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into silence. The team members looked at Sanwu nervously, while the Ancient God Cult and others sneered.
In silence, Zheng Kaiyan said: "I choose to die."
The God of War was stunned for a moment and sneered: "Sacrifice yourself for the sake of friendship?"
He raised his hand to signal, and a scimitar slipped out of the black-robed man's hand. The cold blade was pressed against Zheng Kaiyan's neck, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"Say your last words," said the God of War: "You can say something you want to say, such as blaming your incompetent friend." He patted Sanwu's face.
Zheng Kaiyan looked at her face, her delicate features stained red with blood, and he fell asleep thinking about this face for a long time.
Wang Xiaoping was the first person to be friends with her, but no one knew that Zheng Kaiyan was the first person to like her. Zheng Kaiyan liked her on the first day she came to the training camp with King Thunder and Lightning.
She is different from everyone else. She has a pair of ethereal eyes and pure thoughts. She is the kind of lotus flower that emerges from the mud but remains unstained, clear and clean.
She has a purity that street gangsters never have.
One night, he put his arm around his younger brother Su Tong's shoulders and said, "Hey, the new girl is acting up. She never takes a bath with everyone. Let's go and take a peek at her."
What he actually wanted to say was, that girl is so pure and I like her very much.
But he is a little gangster, a character who used to chop wires with a kitchen knife and fight from West Street to East Street before he awakened. He must not say such soft words in front of his new little brother.
Su Tong was right, secret love never comes to fruition. If she likes someone but doesn't tell her, how will she know, and it's a girl like Sanwu.
"I..." Zheng Kaiyan opened his mouth, and what came out was: "You must live."
He suddenly hated his own weakness and was not even afraid of death, but he did not dare to say "I like you". Not to mention the gifts he was unable to give away this year.
The machete slit his throat and beheaded him.
The girl shed tears silently, and her eyes that once flashed with hope finally returned to deathly silence.
(End of chapter)