"Hide the hair!" After using so many impact bombs, Tang Zheng was already familiar with its performance and explosion range, but seeing the time wasted, he felt a little anxious.
"When you run out of energy and have only one chance of death, you might as well stop and fight with me." Tang Zheng roared and threw another bomb. He didn't expect the other party to stop, he just needed to distract himself. Speed
It will subconsciously slow down or hit obstacles or something.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" The fugitive gasped, but he didn't forget to say something back to Tang Zheng.
"You are an idiot, three against one, can you run away!" Tang Zheng continued to stimulate the fugitives.
"Nonsense, you are not in the same group. Aren't you afraid of being benefited by those two people?" The fugitive began to explain the pros and cons to Tang Zheng.
"Isn't it possible?" Tang Zheng showed hesitation, "How can you be sure."
Hearing Tang Zheng's question, the fugitive looked happy. He felt that the lunatic must be worried, so he immediately started talking and said a lot of things, all with the same meaning. What Tang Zheng did was harmful to others and not to his own benefit.
Tang Zheng had no expression on his face, but he was overjoyed in his heart. This guy was indeed an idiot. He was talking so much while running so fast. How could he still catch his breath? From fifteen meters away, he could even hear the fugitives whirring.
He gasped loudly, almost tearing his chest apart.
Half a minute later, the guy had to stop, leaning against a tree, breathing desperately, and of course he did not forget to look at Tang Zheng warily. He was holding a bomb in his hand, but did not throw it, as if he wanted to use it.
This thing put pressure on Tang Zheng.
"You think you are an iron lung, idiot." Tang Zheng continued to stir up the fugitive's emotions, and at the same time he rushed towards him desperately. At this time, he really wanted to tell the other person that what you should do is to throw bombs and force the enemy to consume their energy.
, instead of such a stalemate.
"Maybe he doesn't have many bombs left?" Tang Zheng considered this possibility, and at this time he also saw the face of the fugitive. He was about thirty years old, wearing trousers and a shirt, and his tie was turned upside down. He looked like an ordinary man.
The ultimate man.
At this moment, his face was full of worry and panic. Seeing Tang Zheng pull out the dagger and run over without any hesitation, he was stunned for a moment and then threw the bomb.
Tang Zheng rolled to the right and smashed a bomb at the same time, not to kill the opponent, but to prevent him from taking out the bomb calmly and counterattack, and to interfere with his judgment.
The fugitive also hurriedly avoided, trying to distance himself. His mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to do.
"Should we continue to drop bombs, or should we fight hand-to-hand?" The distance between the two sides was only seven meters. The fugitive was afraid of being blown up, but he was not confident in hand-to-hand fighting.
"Hesitation is the most taboo at this time." Tang Zheng rushed into the four-meter range, but still threw a bomb directly behind the fugitive, blocking his retreat.
"You madman." The bomb exploded not far away from the two people. The frightened escapee shouted hysterically, "You want to blow yourself up too?"
Tang Zheng rushed toward the fugitive, but part of the other person's attention was distracted by the shock wave of the bomb, and he was afraid of being affected.
The fugitive wanted to fight hand to hand, but one of Tang Zheng's bombs scared him badly. He was afraid that the madman would do something irreparable again, so he quickly reminded him, but before he could finish speaking, he was horrified to find that the madman had rushed towards him.
When he got in front of him, he held the dagger and stabbed him straight.
The hairs all over the fugitive's body stood up and he hurriedly dodged to the side without even stabbing back. All he could see at this moment was the sharp blade in Tang Zheng's hand, and his forehead was covered with big drops of sweat, and he kept moving towards it.
Drops.
"We won." Tang Zheng knew that he had won, but there was an unspeakable irritation and depression in his heart. He understood why. Looking at the embarrassment of the other party, he was just like a rookie who had never killed anyone before, attacking an innocent person.
, it is really inconsistent with Tang Zheng’s philosophy.
"Have I started to fall too?" Tang Zheng swung the dagger, and the fugitive's left arm was half a beat slower, and four fingers were immediately cut off and flew into the air.
"Ah." The fugitive cried out in pain, and was kicked in the abdomen. He fell hard and rolled to the ground.
"Don't, don't kill me, please, please." The ordinary man cried bitterly and begged loudly for mercy. He got up without thinking and wanted to escape, but he was killed by a tree after a few steps while covering his severed palm.
Gen tripped and fell to the ground.
"Please, please." The ordinary man collapsed when he heard the footsteps close behind him. He didn't dare to turn his head. He just grabbed the soil and dead leaves on the ground with his right hand and pushed back, trying to
Stop listening and walking in.
The blood on his left hand kept dripping, and the smell of blood began to fill the air.
"I'm sorry." Tang Zheng looked at his prey and reminded himself of the crisis Zhang Yan might encounter. He couldn't be kind to women. The two triangles on the radar slowed down. He must have wanted to take a look at the situation. Tang Zheng
Zheng knew that he had to resolve the battle as soon as possible. Only in this way could he put pressure on the pursuer and get him to give up the evil thoughts in his mind.
Tang Zheng rushed forward quickly, kicked the unlucky man in the butt, and kicked the unlucky man to pieces. Then he ignored his plea for mercy and decisively hit his head with the second kick.
The explosion gave the fugitive a splitting headache and almost fainted, but the next second, his vest felt cold, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant.
"Am I going to die?" The fugitive turned his head with difficulty, trying to remember the face of the murderer, and then cursed him, and the bastard who chased him in the first place also wanted to curse...
Pulling out the sharp blade inserted in the unlucky man's vest, Tang Zheng sighed. He originally wanted to kill the unlucky man with a fatal blow, but who knew that he took a step forward, and Tang Zheng killed someone for the first time.
So the straight knife stabbed into the hollow of his vest was out of position.
"Curse, do I care!" Looking at the unlucky man spitting out blood as his life gradually drained away, and struggling to mutter curses on himself, the pursuers, and the bastards at the organizer, Tang Zheng sneered and stabbed him with the dagger.
The moment he took off his vest, Tang Zheng decided to let go of everything.
"I'm not the savior, and I don't bother to do it. As long as I can get back to the room with my friends alive, I will do anything!" Tang Zheng squatted down and quickly cut the totem seal on the back of the unlucky man's left hand while repeating it over and over again.
This passage seemed to be the only way to alleviate the guilt in his heart.
Because he was in a hurry, the cutting process was quite rough. A large piece of skin was cut off on the back of his hand, and even the bloody muscles were still attached. However, Tang Zheng couldn't care so much and put it directly into his pocket and then roughly searched his body.
After taking off the white belt bag, he glanced at the handheld radar and embarked on the killing journey again. There was still a pursuer waiting for him to deal with.