One hundred meters away, on the hill.

A middle-aged man wearing a raincoat couldn't help frowning when he saw Ye Fan rushing into the grass and trees.

The middle-aged man is about 1.5 meters tall, with slender hands and feet, his arms are very strong like lotus roots, and the six fingers on his right hand are clearly visible.

He moved the sniper rifle and searched for a few seconds, and found that he had completely lost Ye Fan's trace. He immediately packed up his guns and left.

The six-fingered man did not evacuate as planned, and even ignored the car that had been hidden for dozens of meters.

He turned and retreated into the maple forest behind the hill.

As an experienced sniper, the middle-aged man has three backup plans.

But he didn't choose any of them, including getting in the car as fast as possible.

Although nothing unexpected happened yet, and the position of sniping Ye Fan was far enough away from him, his intuition made him very uneasy.

The nine shots just now showed his previous level, but in the end, he didn't even touch Ye Fan a hair.

This is a tricky character.

The six-fingered man evacuated quickly, and he had to pass through the maple forest after several rises and falls.

As long as he leaves this woods and comes to another mountain path with many tourists, he will disappear without a trace.

"Bang!"

At this time, the sky was a little darker, the woods seemed much gloomy, and the thick and thin clouds in the sky were slowly blowing through the wind.

Occasionally blocking the hazy light, adding a bit of weirdness to this woods.

When the six-fingered man was about to walk out of the maple forest, he suddenly stopped moving forward.

He heard a human movement that was different from his own.

The sound of footsteps trampling on the dry leaves was very slight and slow, but it was very clear in this quiet forest.

The originally quiet and deserted forest is unusual because of this sound.

The six-fingered man's eyelids jumped slightly, and his right hand drooped a gun.

His eyes fell on a tree in front of him, and then his voice sank: "Who?"

"Southern people? Somewhat unexpected."

A faint laugh came, and then Ye Fan slowly turned from behind the trees:

"Can you be Park Dajie's person?"

Ye Fan walked out with a smile, but to the six-fingered man, he felt like a wild beast...
Chapter completed!