Chapter 3

The corner of his mouth across a touch of cold, Ling Feng touched his waist close to the hillside.

Ling Feng's action was as quiet as a civet cat, and he came behind the mercenary in the blink of an eye.

He covered the mercenary's mouth with his hand. The Dragon Blade in his hand was gently wiped on his neck, and a red blood flowed out along his neck. The mercenary, convulsed a few times, fell to the ground with his eyes open in amazement.

Ling Feng drags his body into the Bush, takes down the assault rifle on his shoulder, lies on the hillside, and observes the surrounding situation through the sight glass. Soon, he locks another mercenary.

The mercenary was a black man, leaning on a tree trunk with a cigarette in his mouth, humming a little song and a pleasant face.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Ling Feng's Dragon Blade accurately shot into his throat. The black mercenary fell down from the tree before he was in a hurry to make any response. Blood gushed from his neck and his eyes were not willing to open.

All of a sudden, the black man's walkie talkie rang.

"Hey, Henry, you're not going to fall asleep. Promise not to die." There was an impatient voice in English.

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

The three men, obviously aware of the change, 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 did not pause, quickly rolled out to the side.

"Bang!" Just Lingfeng stay place dust fly, a bullet accurate shot in Lingfeng just stay position.

Ling Feng knew that the other side's sniper shot, he quickly got into the bushes, kept moving the position.

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

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

The sound of the gun went through the bush. It was quiet for a moment. The two mercenaries by the campfire couldn't hold their breath. They covered each other and touched the bush.

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

Known as the ghost eye, he never missed a shot. He didn't expect to meet an opponent in China.

Although he knew that the next target of the other party must be himself, he didn't change the sniper position. He was always proud that he would shoot the person who had dodged his own bullet.

Before long, a dark shadow appeared in the jungle. Hal's mouth passed a sneer and quickly adjusted his sight to search.

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

The other side's moving speed is very fast. Every time he wants to aim and shoot, the other side can always move quickly. His sight is blocked either by the branches or by the trunks.

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

As the other side gets closer and closer to him, Hal is finally flustered. He doesn't care any more. He almost pulls the trigger as long as he aims.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There were sniper rifles in the woods.

All of a sudden Hal realized 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 all the year round tells us that the enemy is around us. Hal is holding a sniper rifle and constantly turning his body to find the target.

Suddenly, he felt a bad wind coming behind him. He 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 in his hand. He had just dodged his shot.

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

Ling Feng picked up the sniper gun from Hal's hand and turned over a big tree nearby. 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 moves the sight to look for the last mercenary, and soon he finds the target again, but his face is instantly ugly.

"Damn it." In the sight glass, a mercenary with a wound on his arm is holding Xu Jingying on her temple with a gun, standing hysterically and shouting.

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

He aimed the cross of the sight at the mercenary, put his hand on the trigger, and tried to pull it off several times, but it was released.

With his sniper 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 shot. Although the chance is very small, Ling Feng doesn't intend to take risks.

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

"I didn't expect that the black wolf mercenary regiment needed a woman as a shield." Ling Feng walked out of the trees and said coldly.

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

Nissen's heart is very shocked, their combat force is the elite of the black wolf, their combat effectiveness is in the whole mercenary world can be ranked in the top 50, but did not expect to be just in front of a man so easily exterminated.

"Let him go, your black wolf mercenary regiment may still exist, otherwise there is no need for the black wolf to exist." Ling Feng said coldly.

"Your tone is not small, because you also want to exterminate the black wolf?" Said Nissen coldly.

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

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

"Ling Feng, don't mind me. Kill him and take revenge for Xiao Liang." Xu Jingying struggled.

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

"Bang!" The gunfire rang out.

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

When she opened her eyes, she found that her hand had been released, and the mercenary who had hijacked herself had collapsed on the ground. There was a dagger with a dragon head on her throat, and blood came out of her neck.

Ling Feng stood in front of him, gasping for breath, holding the blood dagger.

"Your mistake is that you shouldn't act wild in China, let alone hurt Ling Feng's brother."

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

Xu Jingying looks at Ling Feng in disbelief. She can't figure out how Ling Feng dodges the bullet and rushes to the mercenary in the blink of an eye.

Ling Feng has just burst out his potential in an instant through the secret method, so that he can avoid the bullet hand cutting the enemy in the electric light and flint. However, this is a great consumption of his physical strength. If the other side has only one enemy, he will never dare to use this unique skill easily.

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

"I'll take a look at it first, and I'll return it later." Ling Feng said with a smile.

Xu Jingying's watery eyes stare at Ling Feng and nods. In fact, she has nothing to do with it. The other party is just polite to herself, that is, she doesn't say hello to herself. With Ling Feng's skill, it's easy to take away the painting.

"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 reluctant.

"Why, don't you give up on me?" Ling Feng said with a smile.

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

"Don't worry, it will be soon." Then Ling Feng smiles and turns to leave.

Looking at Ling Feng's back disappearing in sight, Xu Jingying felt a sharp 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 feel like being stabbed.

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

This scene is so familiar. Why is it so depressing to see him leave? Why is this figure so similar to the man in the dream? But who is he in the dream, why every time I remember his little bit, my heart will be stabbed to death?

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

When Xu Jingying woke up, she was lying on the bed of the hospital. When she was asked by the police, she insisted that she had seen a lot of corpses. The police experts did not figure out any clue after investigation, and the case could only come to an end.

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

Xu Jingying tried to check Ling Feng's information, but she didn't have a clue. There was no trace of his information on the public security Internet.

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