The bullet was only two centimeters away from the helmet. Fang Ming did not move. He was judging the opponent's intentions.
The battle between snipers is extremely cruel, like a dance on a blade, which requires patience and will.
He hid himself well and could not be discovered by the other party. This shot should be a test.
"Wow--" After firing a shot, Temu suddenly stood up. The three companions aimed their guns from different directions to deal with the unexpected situation.
After walking for more than ten meters in a grand manner, Tem suddenly bent down and moved towards Fang Ming's position.
Tem walked very slowly, and Fang Ming could feel that the other party was approaching. They were only fifty meters away, and the distance was shortening rapidly.
Frustrated, this special agent didn't know how to find out where he was hiding. He deliberately appeared in front of him and used probing methods to confuse him.
Temu's speed increased significantly, and the three companions behind him also gathered around and accelerated forward.
Only twenty meters away, the cave he was hiding in could no longer stop the opponent, so Fang Ming shot decisively!
The first shot was fired with a rifle, and the target was none other than Temu.
The moment Fang Ming appeared, Temu immediately chose to dodge, while the three companions behind him chose to shoot!
There is an unwritten rule popular on the battlefield, that is, the probability of being shot is often inversely proportional to the distance. Fighting with a sniper rifle at such a close range will only cause all the bullets to miss.
"Huh!" After Fang Ming fired a shot, he immediately smashed the weapon.
Temu recently hit Temu directly on the back, almost breaking his spine.
Fang Ming succeeded in the attack, stepped hard on Temu's back, and jumped out.
After rolling and turning sideways, Fang Ming completed a difficult move in the air and put his hand on the Desert Eagle.
"Bang!" The gun rang out, and an enemy had a terrifying bloody hole in his throat.
Temu finally reacted. He roared and rushed forward, kicking Fang Ming's lower body.
Fang Ming's body curled up. At this moment, Xiantong Qigong circulated throughout his body, and his whole body became soft, like a cotton ball.
Temu's kick kicked Fang Ming's body several feet away, and Fang Ming's Desert Eagle was knocked away.
Temu moved quickly. He immediately picked up Fang Ming's Desert Eagle, took aim and shot.
This series of actions was dazzling. As a tiger list master, Temu's combat skills exploded. At this moment, he was an extremely agile war beast.
Fang Ming suddenly turned around and ran away, as nimble as a hare in the desert.
"Bang bang---" Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and Temu fired a round of fire with the sand hawk in his hand. He didn't want to kill with one shot, but he wanted to be able to injure the opponent.
Smoke and dust were flying in front, leaving no trace of blood. Temu was very disappointed. He took a deep breath and chased after him with his two remaining companions.
Just when they reached the corner, there was a loud noise and countless sharp stones were shot towards them.
Temu dodged and rolled on the spot, avoiding the attack of flying rocks. His two companions were not so lucky and were hit by sharp flying rocks and died.
Fortunately, it was just a superficial injury and the two companions only paused briefly.
In the eyes of the three of them, Fang Ming had no weapons. If he could not defeat such an opponent, it would be a disservice to the Vulcan Guards' honor. The three of them pursued desperately and started a sprint race in the canyon.
Fang Ming's yellow figure was like a bolt of lightning, always fifty meters ahead. This distance was just beyond the effective range of the pistol. The attack was futile and would also widen the distance between the two parties, making Temu extremely angry.
Finally, Fang Ming's speed slowed down, and two decorated Vulcan guards, Sheldon and Guy, rushed towards Fang Ming.
The distance is less than ten meters. This distance only requires a vertical jump for the Tiger List master.
The scimitar at his waist was unsheathed and slashed in staggered directions. The bright sword light was like a pair of sharp scissors, trying to cut Fang Ming in half.
No room was spared once he made a move. Both of them hated Fang Ming and wanted to chop the other into pieces.
But why is this guy smiling so stupidly? This smile looks so weird that it makes people feel chills running down their backs.
Fang Ming raised his hand, and deadly sparks shot out from the muzzles of the two black guns, like the smile of the god of death!
For martial arts masters, practicing Qigong to a certain extent can resist some bullets, just like the Desert Wolf can use its rapid knife net to resist the sniper attacks of Zhu Xiaoyao and others.
However, Fang Ming's attack was so fast that the two of them had no time to protect themselves with luck. They only felt a flash of fire in front of their eyes and lost consciousness.
"Bang bang!" After the clear gunshot, the two people turned into two corpses.
The ghosts of Temu are popping up. This guy is really cunning. I really don’t know where he got the pistol.
It was too late to think about this problem. Temu turned around as quickly as possible and returned along the road.
Run out, and you can come back as long as you run out. More importantly, Temu must pass on an important message to the leader: there is only one person in the canyon!
With this thought in mind, Tem's legs moved like the wind, throwing Fang Ming thirty meters behind him.
We must not let this guy slip away, he will destroy his plan. Fang Ming stopped and fired both guns at the same time!
From high-speed movement to static shooting, this action Fang Ming took two seconds. Temu ran another seven or eight meters away. Only one of the two bullets hit Temu. His thigh was injured and he could no longer do anything.
Ran quickly.
"Huhu!" Temu's injured leg curled up, and his other leg was swept away, and countless stones flew towards Fang Ming.
Fang Ming did not dodge or dodge, his innate Qigong circulated throughout his body, and his muscles swelled. He passed directly through the hidden weapon network composed of stones, and the small stones loaded onto his strong body and shattered one after another!
Temu let out a beast-like roar and rushed towards Fang Ming, the scimitar in his hand flashing with a cold light.
Fang Ming pulled out the saber on his leggings. His figure was like lightning, passing through the knife net and stopping ten meters away.
Fang Ming only used one knife.
Temu's left leg was injured, and the defense on the right side of his body was empty. Fang Ming took out the sword with his left hand, broke through Temu's defense, and inserted the sword into Temu's chest.
The muscles at the corners of Temu's mouth twitched, and his whole body shivered. The painful feeling covered his brain, dragging him into eternal darkness. Outside the canyon, Mutola and Patus were anxiously waiting for the results.
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Temu is the leader among the Vulcan guards, and he will definitely be able to bring some useful information. Mutola did not expect this team of nine to defeat the Dragon Shadow team of more than thirty people. He only wanted to know what was inside the canyon.
the real situation.
"Bang!" A bloody corpse flew out, followed by the second, and the third --- nine corpses were piled up like a stack of Arhats, standing at the mouth of the canyon, making people feel like they were dying.
Unable to see clearly what was going on in the canyon, nine corpses just flew out without warning and were piled up in a row. The whole process was like a horror movie, making people feel numb.
The whole place was completely silent, with only the cold wind whistling past the top of the head, and the dark sky seemed to have a war cloud hanging above the head, which was so heavy that it was suffocating.
"Boom, boom---" Fang Ming walked out naked, holding the sniper rifle in Temu's hand. His bronze skin reflected a metallic luster in the sun, and he was filled with murderous aura as if Asura had descended into the world.
"Mutola, if you are not afraid of death, come in and I will take your saint to hell with you!"
The loud voice, like the drumbeat of the God of War, struck Mutola's heart heavily.
There were hundreds of snipers at the scene, and any one of them could shoot Fang Ming through, but no one dared to move. More than 600 Zoroastrian believers seemed to have been calmed down, watching Fang Ming arrogantly laughing in the sky.
, and walked away.
Mutola looked at Patus next to him, as if seeking his opinion.
"Mutola, we should ask the leader for instructions."
A word reminded Mutola, and he immediately sent out a radio signal, waiting for Attila's order.
An hour later, Attila's telegram was sent back, with only one word on it: "Chase!"
Mutola led his men into the canyon cautiously. The scene just now frightened everyone. The soldiers lowered their helmets and marched carefully.
After clearing the remaining mines, it took the group a full hour to walk through the four-kilometer-long canyon. When the empty Gobi was revealed in front of them, Mutola felt that his mind went blank!
Fooled, this was Mutola's first thought!
Mutola prides himself on being very resourceful, but he never dreamed that he had only one opponent.
"Madman, madman!" Patus muttered to himself. He felt that Fang Ming's fighting will was no less than that of a fanatical saint!
The flat Gobi was exposed in front of him, and Mutola finally understood the other party's intention. One person held back hundreds of people in order to buy time for the large army. After this piece of Gobi, it was the southern foot of Tianshen Mountain, where jungles were everywhere.
But the best place for an ambush.
Failure is not terrible. What is frustrating is that every step you take is in the opponent's calculation. This feeling is like a piece of cotton stuck in the chest, which is quite uncomfortable.
"Bring the map!" A guard took the map. Mutola's hand slid on the map, and finally his fingers stopped in the Atuo Valley.
This place borders the border of China, and is also the only exit from the southern foot of Tianshen Mountain. Mutola ordered Patus to lead two hundred people to intercept this place, while he led the remaining people forward---Dark night fell, inside the dense forest
Zhu Xiaoyao was pacing nervously.
It has been five hours and there is still no news from Fang Ming, which is a bit bad.
"Fire Dragon, go to the foot of the mountain and take a look. The young master should be here." Zhu Xiaoyao felt panicked for the first time. Fang Ming was the young master of the Fang family after all, so it was a bit crazy to let him take risks alone.
Recalling Fang Ming's stubborn and persistent eyes when he left, Zhu Xiaoyao vaguely saw the shadow of Fang Wenqiang and even Fang Tianhao. Fighting alone requires iron will and courage!