Someone's body was blown apart, and blood spurted out and fell into the swamp, attracting a group of unknown bugs. Then those bugs quickly swallowed up the body that had lost its resistance. It won't take long before he becomes a corpse.
Bones.
No. 7 was hiding there, relying on a boulder to hide, and barely escaped the fire from the machine gunners on the helicopter. However, he watched with his own eyes as his partners fell one by one, and then were swallowed up by the bugs one by one.
No. 7 lay there, his heart ashen as death.
he knows,
them,
It was indeed abandoned by the organization,
No, not just giving up, they may have been betrayed by the organization,
Otherwise, it would be difficult for the enemy to find their hiding place so accurately.
In fact, someone has advised No. 7 that with his strength and prestige, he can leave the organization and set up his own business. There is no need to be the head of a small branch in The Undertaker. As long as he is willing, there will be a large number of brothers with him.
Walk.
But he didn't, so he stayed. Although the organization gave him countless hardships, he believed that his abilities were also given by the organization, so he insisted on staying and continuing to work for the organization.
However, there are people who don't want him to stay, or in other words, there are people who don't want him to live.
In fact, No. 7 understands many things, but he doesn't see them thoroughly enough.
He became what others call the all-powerful Pluto. He has killed countless people and seen countless black hearts.
But he still had the illusion that there were people in his organization with red hearts. As it turned out, he was wrong, very wrong.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry brothers, it was me who killed you, it was my stupidity and cowardice that killed you." No. 7's whole body was trembling, and his teeth bit through his lip.
"Hahahahaha, you stupid pigs, aren't you going to run away? Can you run away? Just stand up and be a target for us." A proud voice sounded.
No. 7 saw hundreds of figures surrounding them. They had been discovered and the enemy was looking for them.
There were hundreds of people, and they all carried guns. There were less than five people alive on their side.
At this moment, a pair of hands passed through No. 7's shoulders and directly held his face.
"big tree"
A slight voice sounded.
No. 7 turned his head and looked at the face covered in camouflage and stained with mud. His originally furious mood softened a lot.
Big Tree, this is her unique name, because she is leaf number fourteen, and number seven is Big Tree.
Xiao Yezi held Ye Luo in his hands, with a smile on his face.
"To the organization, you are number seven; to the enemy, you are Pluto, but to me, you are a big tree, a big tree with little leaves." The woman smiled.
"Don't worry, we will definitely be able to leave alive. Don't worry, you believe me. This time, after we leave, we will completely leave the organization and find a place where no one can find us. We will get married and have children." No. 7 read.
The woman spoke.
The woman smiled, but there was a hint of pain hidden in that smile.
"What's wrong with you, Ye Zi?" No. 7 noticed something strange about the woman. He lowered his head and saw that on the woman's chest, her clothes were torn, and there was a hideous blood hole, with blood gushing out.
"You were shot?"
Zi Zi looked at No. 7, with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "I'm sorry, Dashu, I used to only think that Dashu and Zi Zi should be together forever. It was all my fault for not studying well. I forgot
Come, in autumn, the leaves will turn yellow and fall."
"No, don't think so wildly. You'll be fine. Don't worry, you'll be fine." No. 7 tried to cover Ye Zi's bleeding wound with his own hands, but it was in vain.
"Don't be sad. My waist is not good. I was shot before and my spine was injured. It hurts every day. It has tortured me for too long. If you hadn't been carrying a silver needle to treat me anytime and anywhere, I would have died long ago.
Already.
Now I'm fine, I can take a good rest and don't have to endure that kind of pain anymore. Dashu, you don't have to carry a pack of silver needles with you everywhere and think about treating me all the time." Xiao Yezi said with a smile.
"No, you will be fine, trust me! I can save you!" No. 7 replied tremblingly.
"Oh, big tree, autumn is here, and the leaves are about to fall." Ye Zi slowly moved his body, and finally leaned into No. 7's arms: "Big tree, don't be sad, autumn is here, the leaves have fallen, but spring will still come.
If you live well, you will encounter better leaves."
After saying that, Xiao Yezi closed his eyes. He was not dead yet, he just fainted. But in such an environment, without timely treatment, he would almost certainly die.
"Ah!" No. 7 looked up to the sky and roared like a ghost. He no longer hid it.
He carefully placed the little leaf aside in a relatively clean place, and then No. 7 stood up.
There is a gun in his right hand with five bullets in it. In addition, he also has a piece of iron on his body, which he carries with him every time he performs a mission.
Standing up with him were three of his companions, a total of four people. On the opposite side, there were hundreds of people with well-equipped weapons.
Under such circumstances, they had no chance of survival.
"No. 7, we'll cover you. You rush out. Remember to help us take revenge. Kill those bastards from the organization first, and then come back and kill these beasts!"
After finishing speaking, with a burst of gunfire, the three remaining companions rushed out.
"Bang bang bang..."
The three of them fired at the same time, and each of them killed at least five enemies. However, there were too many enemies, and soon they all fell one after another.
No. 7 didn't run away. In fact, he also knew that he couldn't escape.
After looking at his dead brother and the unconscious little leaf, No. 7 showed a sharp look on his lips. He held a gun in his right hand and an iron piece in his left hand, ready for a desperate fight.
Now that the matter has come to a point, killing one is enough to make a profit, killing two is enough to make a profit.
As for revenge, let’s do it in the next life!
"Bang bang bang..."
All five bullets were fired almost instantly. There was no doubt that all five bullets hit. As for who they hit, it didn't matter. They were all enemies anyway.
Of course, he himself was shot, in his legs and shoulders, because he never thought about dodging. He was bound to die. He just wanted to kill one more person before he died.
There were no more bullets. Ye Luo changed the iron piece from his left hand to his right hand and was about to rush out.
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air and stood in front of him.
No. 7 was shocked, who is this and where did it come from?
Why don't you feel anything?
The person who came was in his fifties, wearing a gray robe, somewhat similar to an old housekeeper during the Republic of China. This person had his hands behind his back, his back to Ye Luo, and faced hundreds of gunmen in front of him.
"Everyone, how about you give me some face and let him go?" the man in gray robe said, his tone calm and calm, as if the people standing in front of him were the ladies and gentlemen of the vegetable market, not hundreds of desperadoes armed with firearms.
"People from the Dragon Country?" No. 7 was a little surprised, because the old man actually spoke the language of the Dragon Country. Hearing the language of the Dragon Country on this African land, No. 7 still felt a little familiar.
But where did this person from the Dragon Kingdom come from?