This is war. In the face of war, there will always be two kinds of people, one is a lamb that is slaughtered because of fear, the other is a hare like anxious, grinning with its own hare lips to bite the enemy, and the hound It is undoubtedly the second type.
But a rabbit will always be a rabbit, a beast who eats grass, no matter how cruel and fierce it is, it will always be a weak one who eats grass. In front of carnivores, it will always be the object of slaughter and hunting.
Suddenly, Jiang Minghao, body like a swallow, as fast as lightning, came to the hound in the blink of an eye, and almost every bullet shot from his AK-47 was wiping Jiang. Ming Hao's tattered camouflage uniform passed by, and every bullet was almost a few millimeters away from Jiang Minghao's skin, but no bullet could hit him.
"Coco..."
It was the sound from the hound's throat. This sound was like a wild dog with its neck caught in the crack of the door. Apart from sticking out his tongue and gasping desperately, there was no strength to resist at all.
I saw Jiang Minghao’s right hand, like a pair of iron tongs, squeezing the hound’s neck fiercely. The fingers that pinched his neck, the knuckles gradually turned white because of the force. Jiang Minghao directly held the hound with one hand. The whole volley picked up.
The AK-47 in the hound's hand was also desperately pulling the trigger because of conditioned reflex, but the sound of the firing pin hitting the air again and again seemed to herald the end of the hound's life.
"Kakchak··········Kakchak···········"
The percussion of the firing pin was like an endless begging for mercy, but Jiang Minghao didn't react at all with the slightest softness or pity, and his eyes were still full of blood, as if it were a slaughter that stopped completely. The killing machine that doesn't come down.
"hiss············"
Everyone looked at the hound being picked up by the entire volley, dancing with both hands and feet, trying to grab the life-saving straw, but looked helpless, and then looked at the two on the ground, one was scratched and hollowed out, and the other was stepped on. The two bodies with rotten heads, apart from taking a deep breath of air-conditioning, they didn't even dare to make any movement, for fear of disturbing Jiang Minghao who was in madness.
"Kacha..."
This time, it was the sound of a bullet being loaded, and I saw Johnson, who was ambushing in the grass, who had not shot the gun. He suddenly pulled the sniper rifle in his hand with an extremely gentle motion, and his eyes exuded a trace of perseverance and murderousness.
After all, the Hound was the killer of their Ghost Party, and the only companion left. As the captain of the squad, Johnson was still a little unbearable in the end. He tried to snipe Jiang Minghao and rescue the Hound who was on the line of life and death.
But when Johnson's right index finger pulled down the trigger, his body suddenly shook, and a huge murderous aura and coercion instantly swept toward his hidden location, as if a whole Taishan Mountain was directly pressed down. , So that his strength and courage to pull the trigger disappeared instantly, and Johnson's index finger that was about to pull the trigger instantly released.
Because at this time, a pair of blood-red, demon-like eyes are staring at his hidden sniper position, as if Jiang Minghao has discovered his position at this moment, as long as he shoots, then the next one to accept Jiang Minghao's slaughter , He is Johnson.
Maybe it was Johnson’s loose index finger, maybe Johnson gave up the idea of sniping, maybe Johnson’s perseverance and murderousness were instantly shocked by Jiang Minghao’s pressure, when Qian Sen showed trembling and weakness. , Jiang Minghao's eyes were as blood-red as a demon god, and he slowly moved away from where he was hiding.
In fact, Jiang Minghao’s perspective eyes have already discovered Johnson’s position, but Jiang Minghao at this moment has no so-called enemy and comrade-in-arms in his heart. The principle of his aggressiveness and murderous heart is entirely because of who is against him. Attack, whoever will be the target of his killing and attack.
So when the killing aura on Johnson's body instantly dissipated and was covered up, the killing aura in Jiang Minghao's eyes that was crushed like a tank, gradually turned to his hand, the hound that was carried like a dead dog.
"puff············"
At this moment, there was a sound of a foreign body like a body, Jiang Minghao's blood-red eyes flickered instantly, and his right hand, which locked the hound like iron tongs, was released!
"Ahem..."
The moment the hound hit the ground, while desperately enjoying the long-lost air, he coughed and rolled towards the distance, and at this moment he was holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand.
Jiang Minghao's twinkling blood-red eyes stared closely at his chest, only to see his chest, a deep thorn mark was like a broken dam, and blood poured out desperately like a flood that escaped. .
"Pattern··········Pattern·········"
It was the sound of blood dripping on the dead leaves on the ground. Although this sound was as light as a needle falling to the ground, at that moment, in the deadly silent jungle at that moment, the sound of blood dripping was like It was like a steel knife, piercing everyone's heart with one knife.
"Brother Hao..."
"Brother Hao..."
Wu Tian and Wei Debing talked almost in unison, but their figures were small and almost only they could hear them, because what happened at that moment was too sudden and unexpected.
It was like a tiger that was opening its blood basin and mouth, and even had the wild dog in its mouth. In an instant, it was bitten by a wild dog that was about to die.
Especially now that Jiang Minghao has their backs to them, they don’t know what happened, and the devil-like crazy killing Jiang Minghao just showed is completely the death of death. Just imagine who can get a bargain in the hands of death.
"Ahem...haha..."
The hound coughed desperately and laughed wildly. He looked at the nearly fifteen-centimeter saber in his hand, especially the blood on the blade, which was close to eight centimeters deep. Then he looked at Jiang Minghao’s left chest. With a bloody knife, it is thought that just before his death, the knife he was rushed to the doctor, plunged deeply into Jiang Minghao's heart.
Imagine who can survive a stab wound with a depth of eight centimeters at the heart position? How can a heartless person continue to survive and fight
"Haha..."
The more the hound thought about it, the crazier he became, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he was the god who could kill Satan at this moment, as if everything in the world was controlled by the blood-stained saber in his hand.
But just as he opened his teeth and danced his claws and was extremely mad, the hound suddenly felt a chill in the back of his neck, as if he had a pair of cold eyes staring at him, even ready to take his life at any time.
When the hound was refreshed, he finally knew where the terrifying breath of death came from. Because of Jiang Minghao’s wounds, especially the knife wound about eight centimeters deep on his chest, the blood flow was rapidly slowing down at this moment. The skin and flesh wounds on the incision, the blood vessels and nerves, are like blood snakes, criss-crossing and even beginning to become one.
"Self...self-healing? Polar bear?"
The way the hound looked at Jiang Minghao, especially the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, gave the hound a basin of ice water instantly poured from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, making him tremble, and he couldn't help feeling light. Lightly muttering, after all, as a soldier, he is too familiar with who owns the power Jiang Minghao displayed at this moment.
And Wei Debing and Wu Tian, looking at the corners of Johnson's squirming mouth, immediately read the meaning from his lips. The two of them couldn't help but glance at each other, and invariably cast one toward Ye Hu. Surprised eyes.
Ye Hu immediately felt the gazes of Wei Debing and Wu Tian. When he was wondering about asking, he only heard Wei Debing say to Ye Hu softly:
"Fat Night Pot, Brother Hao just used your self-healing ability!"
Before Ye Hu had time to sigh in surprise, the Fire Snake on the side said meaningfully, "Sure enough, it really is the ability to replicate!"
"Fire snake, what are you talking about? Ability to replicate? How is this possible?"
Even the termites on the side couldn’t help but be surprised. He widened his eyes, like a surprised child, staring at Jiang Minghao’s back closely, trying to see what was going on. , But except for Jiang Minghao's body that completely suppressed almost everyone, and almost made them even lacking the strength to shoot, he couldn't see anything at all!
Zhou Miao looked at the surprise and surprise in the eyes of the four people in the Goose Internal Affairs Unit. He actually read the fear in the eyes of the four people. Zhou Miao simply asked:
"Hey, what are you afraid of? Jiang Minghao is his own. The stronger he is, the better for us!"
"Shut up!" Unexpectedly, the termite roared directly with a slight anger: "You ordinary person, what do you know?"
"You..." Zhou Miao heard the termites' words, and he got up with anger in his heart. When he was about to return his mouth, Ye Hu grabbed him and said: "Silted goods, don't Excited, I can feel the emotions of termites, first listen to him talk about it!"
Just listen to the termite sighed deeply:
"Hey, you don't know, we all serve in the Goose Internal Affairs Force. Although our ability is very tasteless, we have also received professional training."