The corpses on the ground soon became cold and icy under the cold wind of the Caucasus. There was silence all around, and even the nocturnal insects couldn't stand the deathly silence, so they fled one after another and hibernated.
Yan Fenghuo lay on the ground with his eyes closed, and his breathing changed from weak to strong. Slowly, he opened his eyes, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then narrowed his eyes and waited quietly.
In the distance, a burly killer carefully observed Yan Fenghuo. Under the action of the thermal imaging sight, he could clearly see Yan Fenghuo's life force passing away at an extremely fast speed. The life force passed away, and the orange in the thermal imaging camera
The yellow heat source begins to fade, almost consistent with the surrounding gray.
With a "pop" sound, the killer snapped his fingers, stood up from his disguise, and walked towards Yan Fenghuo's position with his gun in hand.
He walked very quickly and without any scruples, walked directly to Yan Fenghuo and squatted down. He was very sure that there was only one heat source left within a hundred meters around him, and other heat sources would either escape or disappear completely.
"Life is really fragile." The killer put down his gun, took out his saber and said to Yan Fenghuo on the ground: "I'm sorry, your head is worth 100 million US dollars. Death in my hands is far worse than death in their hands.
glory."
After saying that, the killer picked up Yan Fenghuo's head and cut it with his saber.
"Bang!"
The gunfire rang out, and a stream of blood spattered from the killer's heart, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Yan Fenghuo stood up slowly, blew the muzzle of his right hand gently, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I hate people who show off."
"You, you..."
"Is the heat source located?" Yan Fenghuo kicked the killer to the ground, shook the dried mud on his body and said with a smile: "You don't seem to understand what I do. I have been guarding against thermal imaging from the beginning.
, so my body was covered in mud.”
"Crash..."
The dried mud fell down in chunks and fell to pieces on the ground.
"You, you, you pretended to be dead..." the killer trembled.
"You're right, I'm pretending to be dead." Yan Fenghuo pulled out the knife from his chest, threw it on the ground and smiled: "You pretentious killers are so stupid, don't you know what the function of body armor is?
Is it? What it protects against is not bullets, but knives, haha."
"Give me a pleasure." The killer stared at Yan Fenghuo and said through his teeth: "Despicable! Shameless!"
"Thank you." Yan Fenghuo happily accepted the compliment.
For him, pretending to be dead is not a bad behavior. When you need to pretend to be dead, you must pretend to be dead. He doesn't want to be read a series of extremely noble words of praise or be awarded the title of martyr. Those are all
It's imaginary. It's better to live than to die. The highest level of pretense is to pretend to be dead.
"Bang!"
Yan Fenghuo raised his hand and shot the killer's head, giving him a quick blow.
"This game has rules." Yan Fenghuo picked up the killer's sniper rifle, glanced at the mountain forest to the south, piled the corpses around him, and sat quietly waiting.
Almost as soon as the gunfire rang out, the mercenary teams immediately swarmed over. Their reaction was much faster than that of the Cossack soldiers. They rushed to the mountain forest immediately and surrounded Yan Fenghuo.
Yan Fenghuo, who was sitting on the ground, got a pack of cigarettes out of nowhere and squatted there to smoke. The red cigarette butt flashed and flashed, clearly revealing his position. But he didn't take it seriously at all.
, and even said that his face was full of relaxation.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, come one by one, come one by one, haha." Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Fenghuo made a cheerful voice.
He was like crazy and had no idea what kind of crisis he was in. There were at least a hundred mercenaries around him with guns pointed at him. As long as he launched an attack, he would definitely die.
"My head is worth 100 million U.S. dollars." Yan Fenghuo exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled: "In two hours, my head will become 200 million U.S. dollars. I think you should wait until after 0 o'clock before killing me.
, with 200 million U.S. dollars. Tsk tsk, 200 million U.S. dollars, even if you change one girl a day, you can’t use it all. Black girls, white girls, Asian girls, groomsmen every night, little bullies in bed, ****
**plus****, occasionally have a double sex, it's beautiful... By the way, when the time comes, I will burn two girls, just like the Queen of England and the Secretary of State of the United States. Although one is old and the other is black, but
It's classy. One washes the feet, the other beats the back, and by the way, I make two inflatable dolls that look exactly like Julie. I won't forget to deflate them."
Yan Fenghuo chattered like a lunatic, and seemed to have a complete mental breakdown when he was about to die.
Some mercenaries had pitiful looks in their eyes. In their eyes, this strong man who could kill Blood Shark Buck had completely lost the essence of a strong man. Death frightened him, and fright made him go crazy.
"Let's talk about my posthumous affairs. The sky is above and earth is the most important thing. When I die, my property will be distributed like this. Uh... I'll give you three minutes to think about it. I'll calculate how much I have.
Money." Yan Fenghuo rubbed his head gently, looked around the dark forest and said, "Can you give me three minutes? If possible, I can take a breather. I don't want to be hit in the head by a bullet mid-sentence.
After all, I am also a very awesome person, and I am about to die. Can’t I give you the necessary respect? That person, the wretched guy, is talking about you, nigger! Don’t even think about shooting first.
, if you dare to shoot first, you are guaranteed to die first. There are so many people waiting for my head. I am worthless unless I die. As long as I die, my head will be worth 100 million US dollars. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing these words, all the mercenaries showed solemn expressions, glanced around, and resisted the desire to shoot.
There are more than a dozen mercenary teams here, large and small, all rushing for Yan Fenghuo's head. Whoever shoots first will definitely become the target of everyone's attack. This truth is very simple, even children know it.
As long as people don't die, everyone can get along with each other in peace; if people die, it will be a bloody battle.
All mercenaries are wary of similar people from different organizations around them who are doing the same thing. No one wants to shoot first, and no one wants to be the primary target.
"Hey, no one is talking? It's okay, silence is golden, silence is golden, hehe." Yan Fenghuo lit a cigarette happily, took a deep puff and smiled: "Actually, I have the best solution, very
Fair. Of course, I am just making a suggestion. For example, each of your mercenary teams sends a fighter to box, and whichever team wins will get my head. I can be the referee for you, please believe me, although I
I have never participated in black market boxing, but I also know that the one who is beaten to death is definitely not the winner. What about my proposal? From a rational point of view, this is to obtain the maximum value with the minimum casualties."
After saying this, Yan Fenghuo smiled, lying on the body and smoking a cigarette comfortably, humming a tune from time to time, showing a very relaxed expression.
But in this environment, his ease was clearly a kind of ferocious madness to the extreme.