Looking at the bigger nail clipper in her hand, Yan Murong felt a deep sense of helplessness in her heart.
I never thought Toshiaki Mitsui had such a sense of humor. Damn, he was so cold. He used nail clippers to deal with the guy holding the gun. Thanks to him for being able to think of it.
"Climb up the tree and hide it. Don't make a sound." Yan Murong returned the key to Mitsui Toshiaki. Looking at the light coming from the distance, he whispered, "Don't come down until I call you."
I don’t know whether Toshiaki Mitsui originally had the talent to climb trees or whether his potential exploded when his life was threatened. As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, he quickly disappeared in front of Yan Murong. The speed was almost as fast as the one he had been with all day long. Comparable to the monkeys wandering in the mountains.
He casually picked up a few stones of moderate size from the ground. Yan Murong immediately disappeared into the dark woods.
In the dense woods, a black shadow kept moving through the trees. Dots of moonlight penetrated the sparse canopy. Coupled with the chirping of various animals from time to time, the atmosphere in the entire forest seemed particularly strange. It was very strange. It feels like being in a horror movie.
"Group of two. Fan search." Soon, the light was getting closer and closer to the big tree where Yan Murong was hiding. The voice of the voice also reached Yan Murong's ears.
"Work in pairs. That's good." Yan Murong chuckled silently. If these dozen people got together, he really wouldn't have much chance to do anything.
The light was getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were getting clearer and clearer. Yan Murong was hidden under the leaves. He held his breath and watched the two well-dressed men approaching the tree. Until they were far away from the tree where he was hiding. When the tree was only two meters away, a small stone in his hand was thrown out.
"Crack."
A soft sound sounded not far away. The two men in well-dressed clothes turned around quickly. The muzzles of the guns in their hands were also pointed at the place where the sound came from. The flashlight on the guns was shaking wildly, but nothing was found.
"Whoosh."
A figure suddenly fell. Yan Murong floated down from the tree. He landed just behind the well-dressed man at the back. Before the other party could react, Yan Murong's hands had already hugged his head ----- left. Right click. Then there was a crisp "click" sound. The well-dressed man didn't even have time to make a sound. He fell to the ground with a "bang". His chest was forward and his back was upward. But his head turned strangely. At the back, a pair of dilated pupils still showed the surprise before death.
The sound of falling to the ground startled the well-dressed man standing in front. He quickly turned the gun. However, he only saw his companion's strange posture and unblinking eyes. However, Yan Murong stepped lightly at the moment when the kill was successful. Again Jumped to another tree.
Is this Qinggong?
Wrong. Yan Murong doesn't know how to do light kung fu. This kind of high and low things can only appear in martial arts novels.
We all know that when people jump, they are temporarily not constrained by gravity. In other words, gravity is a unit of gravity, just like air.
If a person's internal energy reaches its peak, and the punch speed and gravity are fast enough, when a punch is thrown, you will hear the sound of the fist tearing through the air -----Similarly. After a person's speed exceeds the gravity of the earth, his time in the air will be much longer than that of an average person.
Yan Murong was known for his speed. In this situation where the enemy was outnumbered, he took advantage of his speed to the extreme. At the moment of the kill, the enemy had already retreated quickly.
Look for opportunities and defeat them one by one.
When the enemy is outnumbered, guerrilla warfare is the way to go. If you rush out stupidly under so many gunpoints, you will only be beaten into briquettes.
As a serious third-generation red man, and having spent so long dealing with tigers, dogs, bears, wolves, etc. in the mountains, Yan Murong can be said to be deeply familiar with this.
Seeing the well-dressed man pointing a gun at the tree where he was hiding, Yan Murong casually threw another small stone. It hit a tree trunk not far away, making a soft "pop" sound. The well-dressed man was also attracted by this soft sound.
"Idiot." Yan Murong laughed and scolded with disdain in his heart. Have the IQs of these island people been picked out and fed to dogs? The same method can actually make these idiots believe it twice.
However, this well-dressed man is not stupid. The moment he turned around, he thought of his companion's experience just now. He turned halfway and quickly stopped. At this time, Yan Murong had also jumped down. .The two of them just faced each other and stared at each other.
"It's not too stupid." Yan Murong thought to himself.
Under the surprised look in the well-dressed man's eyes, Yan Murong's figure moved quickly. A black shadow flashed past and appeared in front of the well-dressed man.
Before the man in the strong suit could pull the trigger, one of Yan Murong's hands had already caught the other man's wrist. His thumb and index finger pinched his wrist and pressed down. Then he pushed again, and there was a "click" sound. Come on. The wrist of the well-dressed man holding the gun was broken by Yan Murong. The gun also fell to the ground. The joint of the wrist was punctured by broken bones. A bloody bone was exposed in the air, which looked particularly special. gloomy.
What surprised Yan Murong was that such a huge pain did not make the well-dressed man cry out in pain. He didn't even look at the broken wrist. The other intact hand just shook, and a dagger slipped out of the cuff. .The knife was swiped towards Yan Murong's neck.
"Damn. I don't know how painful it is." Yan Murong was shocked. While his body quickly retreated, he kicked the wrist of the well-dressed man who was holding the dagger.
"Click."
There was another crisp sound. The dagger was kicked away by Yan Murong. The well-dressed man's wrist was also shattered by the bones of the kick.
Before Yan Murong could attack, the well-dressed man rushed towards Yan Murong like crazy. And the weapon of attack was actually his own head.
"It turns out they are a group of dead soldiers." Yan Murong looked at the two well-dressed men's wrists shaking rhythmically. She was a little surprised. Mitsui Yingjun hid his feelings deeply enough. He actually had such a group of dead soldiers who could not feel pain in his hands.
Although such people may not necessarily have high levels of force, they are very sincere and feel no pain.
There is no pain. This is the most depressing thing. It means that if you don't let him die completely, he will continue to attack you.
"Since you are a dead soldier, just go and die as you wish." Yan Murong shouted. The figure moved quickly. The weird footwork coupled with the unparalleled speed. In an instant, only one line could be seen. Afterimages drifted by.
"Bang."
The well-dressed man who used his head as a weapon to hit Yan Murong fell to the ground with a dull sound. But the huge head had already rolled down two meters away.