Chapter 339

Relaxed, the team members solved those people outside the house with great ease, and began to rush to those buildings. When the team members searched, the door of the most outer room was suddenly pushed open, and four men with bare upper body rushed out of the door and ran to the field. The team members who stayed outside to watch quickly raised their guns and aimed at them.

The sky became more and more dim. The four men ran away in the dusk. They did not dare to look back, or even to see if their companions were following. The bullets flashing like meteors flashed past them and penetrated the wilderness in front of them.

The men gasped with their mouths wide open, and their thighs were running like motors. The bullets flying around made them feel scared. A man running behind him was suddenly sprained to his feet by a pit on the ground, and his body fell to the ground and rolled. He rolled with his right foot in his arms and howled miserably, I don't know whether it's because of the pain on my feet or the sound of rifle shooting behind me.

Hearing the scream of their companions, the three people in front of them dare not look back. They sprint even harder. Their hands are tightly clenched into fists and fly down quickly. Because they are too hard, their palms have been punctured by their nails, and a trace of greasy moisture spreads in their palms. But they don't care about anything, they just rush.

A small meteor was shining brightly but not dazzling in the sky, and didn't enter a man's back. The man was the one running in the front. At the moment of being ejected by the quilt, he leaned forward, opened his arms, looked up at the dusk sky, and a stream of blood came out of his mouth, before the blood came to the ground, He fell on his knees and fell.

The two people in the back were more and more frightened when they saw the central force of the front companion's ejection. "Here... Here..." a man yelled and ran to the hillside beside him. The rocks there were jagged. Although running in the middle would reduce the speed, it might be effective to avoid bullets. At least the probability of being hit was much smaller than that in the open field.

They ran in the rocky rocks, bullet after bullet hit the rocks beside them, and scattered sparks broke out. In the middle of their run, the gun body behind them stopped, and the stray bullets flashing around them did not rush to the front of them from behind.

They don't know what's going on behind them. At the thought of escaping from the heaven, they can't help but get excited. Their previous fear turns into a new impetus. Instead of reducing, they are faster.

They will be completely safe when they cross the top of the mountain ahead. They don't know who attacked them, and they don't want to know. As long as they can survive, it's their only idea.

As soon as he was about to escape from the sky, there was a continuous gunfire on the wall between the stone piles in front of him. A long chain of fire crossed the man running in front of him. A blood mist covered his body. The two truncated bodies fell into the middle of the rugged stone pile, and the corpses were cut in two like torn water bags, In the twilight, the dark red blood flowed out quickly from the corpse.

"Touch ······" the last man who can still run kneels on the ground, holding his hands on the ground, panting wildly. He doesn't look up to see how many people are ambushing in front of him. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Everything doesn't matter. The fear of running wildly, the fear of running among the rocks, and the excitement of escaping, Then there was the despair of his companion when he was killed in front of him. He no longer wanted to escape. He knew what he had done. He was a desperate breather, and seemed to want to finish the air he would breathe for the rest of his life.

The darker the dusk, the last light left between heaven and earth will show a man in the rocks. With the heavy machine gun stopped shooting, the silence between the rocks will be restored. Only the man's crazy breathing will ripple in the silent rocks.

A faint sound of footsteps rang out in front of the man. As the footsteps got closer and closer, the man knelt on the ground and looked up to look there. The front was dark and not very clear. A man who was not very tall walked slowly towards him on the gravel on the ground. The sound of footsteps was not heavy, except for the occasional creak of the gravel under his feet, It's just like the sound of ordinary people walking.

The light footstep was like a drumstick beating on his heart. As the footstep approached, his heart began to ache. At last, the footstep stopped in front of his head. He could not see who was coming. The light was completely dim, and he could only see a general outline. He lowered his head again, waiting to be judged.

"Card rub" a trigger was opened in the head of the voice sounded, he stopped breathing, body shaking violently, heart beating up fast, in the heart beat the most violent time.

"Touch ·········" and "ah ·········" after the gunshot, the man holding only one stubble arm howled madly, and he kept rolling in pain on the ground. It seems that only in this way can he relieve the pain on his body.

"Touch ····" is another shot. After the flame of the gun lights up, a leg flies away from the man's knee. Before the man has a new reaction, one after another gunshots are ringing in the empty mountain forest. The man is like a dismembered toy. Pieces of broken meat and bones jump away from him, When Zhang Xiaoqiang hands a clip was hit clean, the man has no limbs."Ka ···" a new bullet clip was stuck in the gun body. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the pistol again and thought that he shouldn't waste bullets for this scum. He put some slightly hot pistols back into the holster, pulled out the rat King blade and put it on the neck of the man who had only one breath, and said softly: "reincarnation in the next life, don't be a human again." Right hand light belt, the man's head from the neck fell into his own arms.

"You're on guard in the mountains. If you see someone coming, you can shoot directly."

Zhang Xiaoqiang arranges ten team members to be on guard and takes Huang Quan and the woman down the mountain···············

"Where's the White Owl?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked a man who knelt on the ground and was tied up in all kinds of ways. Beside him, there were more than a dozen companions who were also tied up and knelt down.

“.........”

After the "touch... Gun" shot, the man rolled on the ground and hissed like a beast. Under him, blood slowly came out of his broken leg.

"He's yours now."

When a woman hears Zhang Xiaoqiang's command, she comes to the man with a sabre. Her hand rises and falls, and one ear is picked up. This is just the beginning. A woman is like a machine. The sabre in her hand rises and falls, and pieces of meat of different thickness and size fall from the man. The method of women is very old, which is called lingchi in Chinese history, At the same time, it is also called a thousand cuts