Chapter 3

A touch of cold came across the corner of his mouth, and Ling Feng touched his waist and approached the hillside.

Ling Feng's movements were as silent as a civet cat, and he came behind the mercenary in the blink of an eye.

He fiercely covered the mercenary's mouth with his hand. The Dragon Blade in his hand gently wiped his neck. A red blood gurgled out along his neck. The mercenary twitched a few times and fell to the ground with his eyes open in amazement.

Ling Feng dragged his body into the bushes, took off the assault rifle on his shoulder, lay on the hillside and observed the surrounding situation through the sight. Soon he locked another mercenary.

The mercenary was a black man. He leaned on the tree trunk, with a cigarette in his mouth, humming a little song and a happy face.

Suddenly a cold light flashed, and the Dragon Blade in Ling Feng's hand accurately shot into his throat. The black mercenary fell down from the tree before he had any reaction. Blood gushed from his neck and his eyes were unwilling to open.

Then suddenly the black man's walkie talkie rang.

"Hey, Henry, you're not going to sleep. Promise before you die." An impatient sound of English came from inside.

Ling Feng frowned and quickly got into the trees. The assault rifle quickly aimed at the three people by the campfire.

The three men obviously noticed the change and picked up their guns and stood up.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, one of them was shot in the chest and fell down, while the other two tumbled in panic to find shelter.

Ling Feng killed one person, but his body didn't stop. He quickly rolled out to one side.

"Bang!" The dust in the place where Ling Feng just stayed flew, and a bullet was accurately shot at the place where Ling Feng just stayed.

Ling Feng knew that the other side's sniper shot. He quickly got into the bushes and kept moving his position.

"Dada dada." Three tongues of fire shot into the bushes where Ling Feng was from three directions.

Xu Jingying was lying on the hillside, listening to the gunshots in the valley. She was very anxious. No, I can't wait like this. I want to do something. Thinking of this, she stood up and quietly approached the battlefield.

When the gunshot rang, the bushes were quiet and silent for a moment. The two mercenaries by the campfire really couldn't hold their breath. They covered each other and touched the bushes.

Sniper Hal lay quietly on a tree trunk. Just now he found the target. He thought he would hit with one shot, but he missed. This is the first time in his sniper career that he didn't hit the target.

Known as ghost eye, he never missed a shot. Unexpectedly, he met an opponent in the country of China.

Although he knew that the other party's next target must be himself, he did not change the sniper position. He was always proud that he would kill the person who escaped his bullet with his own hands.

Before long, as expected, a dark shadow appeared in the jungle. Hal sneered at the corners of his mouth and quickly adjusted his sight to search.

However, he never thought that he would encounter such a difficult opponent in China.

The other party moves very fast. Every time he wants to aim and shoot, the other party can always move quickly. His line of sight is either blocked by the branches or blocked by the trunk.

"Damn it." Hal soon found that the other party was getting closer and closer to him. He finally put away his contempt, put away his gun, quickly slid down from the tree and moved to another sniper position.

As the other party got closer and closer to himself, Hal finally panicked. He couldn't care about any bullets. He almost pulled the trigger as long as he aimed.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There were bursts of sniper rifles in the woods.

Suddenly Hal found that the target had suddenly disappeared. There was a silence in the woods. He could only hear his heart beating.

The sense of crisis that has been practiced on the battlefield for many years tells him that the enemy is around him. Hal holds a sniper rifle and keeps turning his body to find the target.

Suddenly he felt a gust of evil wind coming behind him. He suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" When the gunshot rang out, Hal felt that his neck was hot and the blood had flowed down his throat. When he was confused, he saw an oriental face standing in front of him with a bloody dagger. The gun he had just shot was escaped by him.

"Master." Hal whispered and fell to the ground.

Ling Feng picked up the sniper gun from Hal and turned over a big tree next to him. Soon he found another mercenary in the sight glass.

"Bang!"

With a sniper shot, the bullet instantly penetrated the mercenary's eyebrows, and the mercenary fell down.

Ling Feng quickly moved his sight to look for the last mercenary. Soon he found the target again, but his face was instantly ugly.

"Damn it." In the sight, a mercenary with a wound on his arm was butting a gun against Xu Jingying's temple, holding her, hysterically standing in place and shouting.

"Get out of here, asshole, or I'll kill this woman." Cried the mercenary.

Aim the cross of the sight at the mercenary and put his hand on the trigger. He tried to pull it off several times, but he loosened it.

With his sniping level, he is confident that he will kill the other party with one shot, but he can't guarantee whether the other party will pull the trigger and shoot Xu Jingying at the same time after his gun rings. Although the probability is very small, Ling Feng doesn't intend to take a risk.

Thinking for a moment, he finally put down his sniper gun and slid down from the tree.

"I didn't expect that the black wolf mercenary regiment degenerated to the point where women were needed as a shield." Ling Feng walked out of the trees and said coldly.

The mercenary's body trembled slightly, pointed a gun at Ling Feng and said, "who are you?"

Nison's heart was very shocked. Their combat force was the elite of the black wolf. Their combat effectiveness could be ranked in the top 50 in the whole mercenary world, but he didn't expect to be so easily destroyed by a man in front of him.

"If you let him go, your black wolf mercenary regiment may still exist, otherwise the black wolf will have no need to exist." Ling Feng said coldly.

"Your tone is not small, just because you want to destroy the black wolf?" Nison said coldly.

"You can try." Ling Feng said coldly, walking towards Nison step by step.

Feeling Ling Feng's powerful aura, Nison felt that his blood was about to solidify.

"Ling Feng doesn't care about me. Kill him to avenge Xiaoliang." Xu Jingying struggled and shouted.

"Go to hell!" In front of Ling Feng's pressure, Nisen roared hysterically, slammed the trigger and shot at Ling Feng.

"Bang!" Gunfire rang out.

"No." Xu Jingying screamed and couldn't bear to close her eyes.

When her eyes opened, she found that her hand had been loosened, the mercenary who hijacked her had collapsed to the ground, a dagger with a dragon head pattern was inserted in her throat, and blood came out of her neck.

Ling Feng stood holding the bloody dagger, panting in front of him.

"Your fault is that you shouldn't be wild in China, let alone hurt my brother Ling Feng."

"Black dragon Ling Feng!" The mercenary covered his throat with his hands, with a touch of panic on his face. His eyes widened rapidly and died.

Xu Jingying looked at Ling Feng in disbelief. She wanted to break her head and couldn't understand how Ling Feng dodged the bullet at a distance of more than ten meters and rushed to the mercenary in the blink of an eye.

Ling Feng has just passed the secret method and burst out his potential almost in an instant, so that he can avoid the bullet hand blade enemy between lightning and flint. However, it takes a lot of physical energy. If he is not the other party's only enemy, he dare not easily perform this unique skill.

At this time, there was a rumbling sound from the sky. Looking up, it was the helicopter of Huaxia special police. Ling Feng touched Nison's body, found the stolen ancient painting and took a look at Xu Jingying.

"I'll borrow this painting first and return it later." Ling Feng smiled.

Xu Jingying's watery eyes stared at Ling Feng and nodded. In fact, she couldn't help it. The other party was just polite to herself, just didn't say hello to herself. With Ling Feng's skill, it was easy to take the painting away.

"Xiao Liang's revenge. I hope you can keep my affairs secret for me." Ling Feng looked at Xu Jingying and said with a smile.

"Are you leaving?" I don't know why Xu Jingying suddenly has a trace of reluctance.

"Why, don't you want me?" Ling Feng joked.

"No, I want to know when you will return the painting." Xu Jingying blushed and said.

"Don't worry, soon." Then Ling Feng smiled and turned away.

Watching Ling Feng's back disappear in sight, Xu Jingying felt a fierce pain in her heart.

A familiar figure in his mind flashed in his mind. Although it was only a moment, it still made his heart like being stabbed.

The intense pain in her heart made Xu Jingying squat down. Unconsciously, tears had flowed down her eyes.

This scene is so familiar. Why is his heart so depressed when he leaves, and why is this back so similar to the man in the dream? But who is he in the dream? Why is his heart stabbed every time he remembers him?

"Comrade, how are you?" She felt someone patting her on the shoulder, but her body fell uncontrollably.

When Xu Jingying woke up, she was already lying in the hospital bed. For the police's inquiry, she insisted that she had seen bodies everywhere. After investigation, the police experts didn't figure out anything, and the case could only come to an end.

Sun Xiaoliang's operation went well, but it took a long time to recover.

Xu Jingying tried to check Ling Feng's information, but there was no clue. His information had no trace on the public security Internet.

This man seems to suddenly appear in his life and suddenly disappear, but his figure often appears in his mind and lingers.