Qin Shimingyue looked at the flame that was rising in the sniper lens, her eyes narrowed, and her fingers that were pulling on the trigger were helplessly released.

A low little Shanbao blocked his shooting perspective even though he was killed. If this shot was shot, he could only hit Shanbao at most and could not hurt Ye Feng at all.

Shaq's roar came from the communicator, which made him judge that Ye Feng was near the No. 21 secret stake. Qin Shimingyue took back the sniper rifle and said coldly: "Order all secret stakes to encircle the coordinate point No. 21. Instead of sitting and waiting to be killed and defeated one by one, it is better to take the initiative to attack. Whoever can kill Tuobaxie will be the one hundred million dollars, and give me action!"

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"Come out! Get out of here!" Shaq roared with a ferocious look while shooting.

After taking off the bulletproof vest, the guy only wore a black vest on his upper body, with a tiger back and a bear waist, and his muscles, like iron lumps, seemed to contain explosive power and exposed. With nearly two meters tall, he was like an angry bear at this time.

"Shake, calm down! Reinforcements will arrive soon..."

"Damn it, I want to take revenge in person!" Shaq took out a communicator the size of a corn kernel and threw it to the ground.

Mercenaries are not all cold-blooded animals whose relatives do not recognize ruthlessness, at least Shaq is not. Although he is called a butcher, the slaughtered has always been enemies.

He watched five brothers who had been with him for many years and survived the battlefield were burned to death. The hatred had already made him lose his mind and fear.

Revenge! Kill Ye Feng with his own hands. Even if Ye Feng is the real god of death, he will not be afraid of a fight.

The crossbow arrow flew down from the tree. Shaq was shooting while observing the terrain. His brain was running rapidly, and his mind kept simulating the scene of Ye Feng jumping down from the tree to avoid it. Finally, he freezes the huge rock!

As soon as the muzzle turned, the huge rock that locked Ye Feng was hiding was shot wildly, and the gravel flew everywhere. The sound of thumping shock made Ye Feng's eardrum hurt.

But the power of the sw-114 micro-rush is twice as powerful, and it is impossible for a shuttle bullet to shoot a rock more than one meter thick through. Moreover, the blind strafing just now, Shaq's magazine was already half empty.

Ye Feng pressed his back against the huge rock, and reached out to take out a half-foot-long high-temperature dagger from his arms. With his fingers, the sharp blade turned extremely red in less than three seconds, and was filled with hot heat.

Ye Feng clenched the back of the reflex knife with force, held the dagger in his right hand and pressed it hard to penetrate the left shoulder, which was bleeding from the bullet...

Huh...

A wisp of blue smoke mixed with the smell of burning flesh floated up, Ye Feng's whole body trembled, beads of sweat as big as beans dripped from his forehead, and then he took a deep breath, pulled the dagger away and pressed the gun hole under his armpit.

The muscles were roasted by the high temperature and atrophy sharply, instantly sealing the wound, and the blood was finally stopped.

Ye Feng's hands flew up again, his movements were still as fast as ever, clean and neat, without any stagnation. A sharp crossbow arrow was pulled into the crossbow box and was on the good Jihuang. At the moment when the gunshot stopped, Ye Feng rolled sideways and flashed out from behind the huge rock. He raised his right arm in the rolling, and the sharp crossbow arrow shot towards Shaq, who was quickly changing magazines.

At a distance of thirty meters, Shaq also had no ability to avoid Ye Feng's rapid shooting, but a strange scene appeared.

At the critical moment, Shaq subconsciously raised his gun, and with a bang, the crossbow arrow hit the gun straight. Shaq was knocked back two steps and pushed the ground with his right foot and stopped his retreat.

Shaq's hands trembled, and the power of the crossbow arrow made him unbelievable. The tiger's mouth was almost shattered. The slightly rushing gun body was also knocked out a half-centimeter-deep hole, which could no longer be used. He could not use it in time, and he had no chance to change the magazine when facing Ye Feng!

Ye Feng was also slightly surprised. Finally, he put down the short crossbow and smiled and said, "Is it a fool?"

"Luck is also part of strength!" Shaq threw away Wei Chong casually, pulled out a two-foot-long hunting knife from his leg belt, his eyes showing fierce light, and he bent his body slightly, like a bloodthirsty crazy wolf staring at Ye Feng.

"You use a knife?" Ye Feng smiled again, slowly pulled out the black and shiny recurve knife and held it in his hand.

Calm! Calm! This is a temperament that is so confident that it is enough to look down on the world.

Shaq's head was stunned by hatred and suddenly tightened, and the legend about the hand of death flashed quickly in his mind.

The most deadly weapons of the Death Hand are the swords, flying swords, hunting swords, recurve swords, long swords... all kinds of swords!

And his speed, moving like lightning and drifting like ghosts!

Hand of Death! A devil who fights in close combat and kills people faster than a gun with a knife!

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Cold sweat soaked his vest, and the fighting spirit that was born from revenge was dissipating little by little as Ye Feng approached slowly.

"I am the Butcher Shaq! A legendary figure in the mercenary world! How can I be afraid?"

Shaq glanced at the burnt corpse on the ground and roared violently. His speed was very inconsistent with his huge body as big as an iron tower.

In the dim and unclear light, a silver light was cut out from the hunting knife and broke through the air, slashing towards Ye Feng's neck.

"Use a knife! I'm also a master!"

Shaq thought hatefully that when a master fights, he often can judge life and death by just one encounter. If he seizes the opportunity, he may not have the chance to kill Ye Feng with one move.

The time of one sword was so short that it could be calculated in microseconds. In such a moment, Shaq found many reasons to win the battle and instill courage in himself.

Therefore, this sword is very powerful, domineering, and incredibly fast.

Then Ye Feng moved, bowed his body, and rushed to Shaq's left like a sharp arrow that was riding the string.

The ultimate speed of the moment from the static to the dying movement made Shaq's pupils shrink sharply and slash it with one knife. In a trance, the hunting knife seemed to have really slashed through Ye Feng's neck, but Shaq knew that it was just a virtual image generated by his eyes unable to keep up with Ye Feng's speed...

"This is not human speed!"

Shaq wanted to roar and question, but Ye Feng's knife seemed to be almost over his thoughts. The black sword light flashed in the air, and then a bunch of hot blood burst out from Shaq's split throat.

Shaq dropped his hunting knife, covered his throat with his hands, and his eyes were still staring at Ye Feng, his pupils were full of despair, fear and disbelief!

"How can it be so fast..."

Shaq's body shook and finally fell to the ground weakly.

"If you have heard of controlling the crane and capturing the dragon, you probably won't die with your eyes open!"

Ye Feng sighed in his heart, rubbing the blood on Shaq's body with the blood on the blade, and then wrapped a fishing line around Shaq's drooping head. At the end of the fishing line, there was a glass bottle the size of a fist. It was half a bottle of half solidified liquid, and a colorful and charming light burst out under the faint moonlight...

After Ye Feng set up a thunderbolt, the sound of rapid footsteps came from all directions, and the harsh alarm sound at the bottom of the mountain completely broke the peace of Tianxi Villa.

After a moment of hesitation, Ye Feng picked up the earplug communicator that Shaq had thrown on the ground and said, "Qin Han, prepare the antidote, it can save your life if necessary!"

After saying that, Ye Feng crushed the communicator with one foot, his body was like a cheetah, and he jumped a few times and hid into the dark dense forest.

At this time, there are still fifteen minutes left before the agreed time with Caesar...
Chapter completed!