Chapter 173: : Endless cold

Everyone has a sixth sense, and this feeling is especially important for agents.
After Yue Zitong became an agent, he received rigorous systematic training in this area. Although he has not yet entered the room, he can detect a mosquito flying a few meters behind him like a master, but the murderous aura emitted by the masked person who appears quietly It sounded her crisis warning nerve, prompting her to suddenly turn over.
Yue Zitong, who had just fought two masked masters for three hundred rounds, was dangerous, but he did not have the current fear. It was as if it was a game just now, but now he is facing death.
"Who are you?"
Lying on the ground, Yue Zitong completely lost any chance of turning over and jumping up and fleeing. He only supported the ground with his elbows and slowly moved towards the slope. This was also the instinctive reaction of people when facing danger and fearing the extreme.
"kill you."
The female killer spit out two words coldly, no longer talking nonsense, and slammed her knife down.
In many movies, after the killer appears, there will always be a lot of nonsense, chatting with the target, who I sent, why did they kill you, girl, do you regret it now, it’s late, sorry, I can It’s time to do it. I hope you don’t blame me when you go to the underworld. Although you are beautiful, I am actually reluctant to kill you, etc.
After the nonsense was finished, when the job killing was about to start, the hero who saved the United States fell from the sky, and fell down with a brick.
The beauty is rescued, and the job kills with hatred ---- These are all brain-stuffed pontics, just to increase the interest of the movie. In reality, when job killings kill you, it's already a lot of face to kill you. You still hope She chats with you like in the movie?
When the knife light flashed, Yue Zitong desperately rolled to the side, dangerous and dangerous, the sharp blade rubbed her back and chopped to the ground, cutting off a strand of beautiful hair.
The female killer didn't give her any chance to breathe at all. She was also expecting a knife to cut the air. Before the knife was mentioned, she stretched out her foot first and stepped on Yue Zitong's back.
The place where this foot is stepping on is also quite in place, it is the seventh condyle above the tail vertebra that makes people unable to resist, so that Mr. Yue, who thinks he is very powerful, suddenly becomes a salted fish on the sticky board.
Then the knife light flashed again, stepping on Yue Zitong's female killer, raising her ribs obliquely, Sen Leng stared at the back of her neck, which she managed to lift, and swung the knife!
After Yue Zitong was stepped face down, she would instinctively raise her head-this action is the best time for her head to be cut off with a single knife.
The female killer had a good grasp of it. When Yue Zitong raised his head, he suddenly thought that Helan Fusu had explained this to her in detail when he was training in Guoan. The most correct response to this situation is to turn his hands back. To hold his head.
The feeling after a knife slashed on the wrist, although it shouldn't hurt too much, can seize the opportunity to grab the blade and win a glimmer of hope for his own counterattack and the rescue of his companion.
It's better to have your hands chopped off than your head.
It's a pity that Mr. Yue, who is afraid of having a body of tendons that will affect his figure, never considers that he will encounter this situation, and of course he will not practice hard.
At this moment, suddenly remembering what Helan Fusu taught, it has proved that President Yue was very diligent at that time, but he raised his hand and held his head in the opposite direction, but it was already too late, and he could only stare at the embankment in a desperate manner. Scream: "Fu Su, next life----"
Fusu, see you in the next life.
This is what Yue Zitong's head was about to be cut off, and he was eager to say something. Before he could finish speaking two more words, the female slayer's long knife had already fallen, and his voice was cut off by the wind of the sword.
The world also stopped turning.
Yue Zitong's life ended here-but someone could hear a painful muffled sound, and he could also hear the gurgling noise overwhelming the grass when fighting, like two cats fighting in the grass.
How is this going?
Will you hear this sound after you die?
Yue Zitong turned his head blankly and looked at the place where the fighting came, and he saw two figures rolling in the grass not far away, like being turned by a red wave in the bridal chamber.
One of them was the female killer who cut off her head with a knife, and the other was a man, covered in mud and water, including his head, making it impossible to see his appearance.
How is this going?
When Yue Zitong asked this question again, the person who was fighting with the female assassin stood up from the thatch, holding the female assassin with both hands, and at the moment he raised it over the top, he slammed down and raised his right knee. Up!
Kacha----The sound of the lumbar spine fractured by the knee was abruptly broken, clear, real, and terrifying.
Faced to the sky, the female killer who was still holding her ribs firmly in her hand, she uttered a scream of screams, and stopped abruptly after only a half sound, and her body was folded back to a forty-five degree angle. The eyes have already protruded, with indescribable pain.
"what!"
The muddy man smashed the female killer on one knee, and roared to the sky with a rough voice with some hoarseness, but more of it was howling violently at the moon after the wolf was injured.
As if even the leaves could not bear the violence in his voice, a leaf fell from the branch and landed on Yue Zitong's face, awakening her from dazed fear, making her suddenly understand that she was not dead, she was still alive.
Just when the female slayer was about to cut off Yue Zitong's head, suddenly there was a muddy person who came from the sky like a cannonball. He smashed the female slayer viciously and knocked her down in the grass. After eight seconds of fighting, he cut her in the middle and hissed to the sky.
This is a devil.
After hearing the violent howls of the clay figurines, Yue Zitong said this in his heart, and then saw him throw the corpse of the female murderer forcefully, put it on a tree, and smash it into the grass.
"what!"
The clay figurine roared again, like a gorilla, with his hands beating his chest vigorously, his violent aura became stronger, making Yue Zitong kneel up instinctively, trying to escape.
Don't dare to escape again.
The clay man-like devil, his howling stopped, and looked down at her—what kind of eyes were that?
For a long time after that, Yue Zitong could not forget these eyes, and she became the protagonist in her nightmare, just like the magic eye in the magic movie "Lord of the Rings", red and faint, like an evil flame burning and erupting. Out of appalling madness.
Under the gaze of these magic eyes, Yue Zitong didn't dare to move any more, he didn't dare to breathe, only half-opened his small mouth, passively staring at him, and walked over.
The clay figure walks very slowly, every step is so heavy, as if he is carrying a heavy load on his shoulders, the ho-ho whispering in his throat, unlike humans, seems like a dragon hiding in his body and roaring all over his body. Shaking too, like the leaves on the treetops in late autumn.
Don't be too sober, Yue Zitong can also feel what he wants to do from the clay figure's magic eyes and the violent breath all over his body-he may not kill her, but will take her away, using evil and fierce that she can't think of. Fucked her.
She was anxious, wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to cry, wanted to call you not to come, tears burst out, the muscles of the whole body, but not listening to her instructions, could only watch him step by step.
"Zitong!"
Just when Yue Zitong felt that he was going to be scared to death, Helan Fusu's stern shout came, pulling her soul out of those magic eyes and looking back.
Helan Fusu rushed from the embankment, using the fastest speed.
The female killer was cut off and let out that scream, which affected his companions, and looked back here.
The action of Dong Jun and others drove into the car and did not cause any damage to the job kill, but it was not useless at all. At least Dong Jun threw a wrench from the car window.
Helan helped Su to reach out and catch the wrench. He was at a disadvantage because he had the upper hand with a shorthand. He was about to turn and run when the screams of the female slayer made him feel uneasy. Looking back----
After this obvious flaw appeared, if Helan Fusu couldn't grasp it anymore, then he was not worthy of being an instructor. The iron wrench weighing one kilogram smashed heavily on the cover of the heavenly spirit.
Thousands of peach blossoms are blooming.
Helan Fusu didn't even bother to appreciate the beauty. He yelled at Yue Zitong's name and rushed over with all his strength. In a distance of tens of meters, he fell down twice with his skill.
This shows how much he worried about Yue Zitong.
After he rushed, the clay figure stopped and looked up.
Helan helped Su to stand up for the last time, flew to the ground, and rushed in front of Yue Zitong. The wrench in his right hand was aimed at the clay figure, his face covered with blood, and he was panting heavily.
He had gone through so many winds and waves, and had never seen such a pair of eyes. The evil made him feel terrified, and slowly stood up from the ground, holding Yue Zitong back slowly.
The clay figurine stared at Helan Fusu, his fists clenched, the hohhhh roar in his throat became more and more weird, and his violent aura became more vigorous. When his eyes fell on Yue Zitong's face, he took a step forward. .
"You, who are you?"
Feeling that the clay figure is coming towards Yue Zitong, Helan helped Su gritted her teeth, pushed her behind her backhand, and also took a step forward, whispering, "Go, go."
Yue Zitong would not leave. She had never thought that when he was fighting side by side with Helan Fusu, she would leave him to face the invincible evil and flee alone.
She also stepped forward and stood side by side with Helan Fusu, even if she was shaking all over, she bravely raised her head and stared at the clay figure.
After she met the eyes of the clay figurine again, she saw that she actually saw the painful look in those terrifying eyes.
Di, Di Di!
A harsh car horn sounded from the top of the embankment, and it was Dong Jun and the others who drove over.
As if the clay man was afraid of the steel monster like a car, he looked up, turned and walked quickly towards the river.
He just left?
When Yue Zitong was stunned, he suddenly discovered that the back of the clay figure was a bit familiar, much like a person, Li Nanfang.
How could it be Li Nanfang!
Xiu said that the scumbag had left Qingshan City a long time ago, even if he was there, how could he be so terrible----but the back of the clay figurine is indeed very similar to Li Nanfang, so Yue Zitong couldn't help crying out, "Stop! "
The clay figure suddenly turned back and looked at her. There was no pain, only endless coldness.
"You, you are Li..."
Yue Zitong did not dare to look at these eyes, took a step back subconsciously, and after lowering his head to say these words, he closed his mouth again.
Even if Helan Fusu was no longer by her side, she would not say Li Nanfang's name, because she just asked the clay figurine to stop just now because of some impulse. Even if she was killed, she would not believe it was Li Nanfang.
"You know who he is?"
Helan Fusu's voice sounded from his ears, and Yue Zitong looked up, only to find that the clay figure had run to the water's edge, jumped, and disappeared on the water without making much splash.
The turbid river flows quickly eastward.
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