At night.
Team 21 quietly approached the camp. The cows and sheep were lying on the ground, sleeping under the moonlight. Occasionally, there were some that were still awake. They whimpered and swung their tails lazily.
A few hours ago, the yurt was brightly lit and loud singing came from time to time. This was a group of herdsmen who had a fixed grazing area. These days, there were very few herdsmen that followed their sheep. Most of them had their own houses. The yurt was just a temporary place to live. During the warm season, some of the herdsmen would move their cows and sheep.
"There are no sentries around. I can't hear the heartbeat." Wang Xiaoping closed his eyes. The sound from a few hundred meters around him converged into a river. "The heartbeat in the tent on the left is far louder than normal people. There are three people in total. The number matches the target. San Wu, take the lead. Everyone else, keep your distance. "
"Move!"
As soon as he finished, San Wu dashed out like a cheetah. She ran fast but her footsteps were light. She held a willow knife in her hand. This kind of knife was the most suitable for assassination. It came from the equipment department of the Bosch Group. It was an exclusive magic weapon. Its only specialty was its sharpness and armor penetration.
This willow knife had a special meaning for San Wu. It was a weapon that the five of them exchanged for. It was a gift for San Wu to use as a vanguard.
In addition, there was a large caliber Desert Eagle and two high explosive grenades on her utility belt.
These firearms weren't a threat to Blood Kin masters. Although they were powerful, they often couldn't hit their targets in real combat. However, San Wu's ability was precision. Firearms could be used to their fullest in her hands.
He got close to the Mongolian yurt silently. The willow blade drew a clear light in the dark night. The yurt cracked open and San Wu sneaked in.
There was a sour smell of sheep and human bodies in the air. There were three people sleeping in the tent. Their breathing was even. San Wu raised the knife and stabbed their hearts in their sleep.
Following that, her empty eyes suddenly narrowed.
The three of them had dark skin and stout physiques. They were the standard Inner Mongolian physiques and appearances. They didn't match the people in the intelligence report.
Assassination was about killing in one hit. In the dark, it was impossible to see the face clearly before killing. San Wu's expression did not change because she had killed the wrong person. With her rich combat experience, she immediately realized that she had fallen into a trap.
The remnants of the Ancient God seemed to know that she would come and made arrangements in advance. It was a crude and simple plan, but it had the advantage of foresight. Let them fall into the pit unprepared.
A surging murderous intent came from behind.
In a hurry, San Wu had no time to dodge. He turned around and crossed his arms in front of his chest. She was knocked out of the Mongolian yurt by a huge force and rolled on the grass, leaving a shallow mark.
A tall and burly man walked out of the collapsed Mongolian yurt. His blood-red eyes shone fiercely. "Number Three, your reaction speed has decreased. What made you slack off on your training?"
This man was the War God. In the battle to annihilate the Ancient God, he was the only one among the high-level combatants who was not eliminated. He led a group of cadres and fought their way out of the encirclement.
On the Bosch Group's must-kill list, War God was at the top.
"War God!"
The three teammates who were running stopped at the same time.
Being at the top of the must-kill list, they were naturally familiar with War God. This powerful man once caused the Bosch Group to suffer heavy losses. In this pursuit, all the teams that encountered War God were annihilated without exception.
"Damn it, it's the War God," Wang Xiaoping roared in the walkie-talkie. "Retreat, retreat …"
As soon as she finished speaking, the grass under her suddenly collapsed. The enemy hidden under her attacked and easily subdued her.
From the two Mongolian yurts, a few remnants of the Ancient God rushed out and attacked the twins and Zheng Kaiyan. One side chased and the other fled, and the battle was quickly ended.
Wang Xiaoping and his teammates had their limbs broken and were thrown together. She saw the lineup of the anti-hunting team.
The tall and skinny man with the face of a drug addict was the famous Blood Demon. The two men in black and white robes were the top assassins known as the Black and White Impermanence. The short man who silently hid under her and defeated the enemy with one strike at the critical moment was nicknamed Du Xingsun. Master-level Lurker.
Every one of them was someone on the kill list.
The members of Squad 21 felt gloomy. They had attacked as hunters, but after engaging the enemy in close combat, they discovered that they were the prey.
Fortunately, they still had San Wu.
San Wu was a Class A master, the invincible superwoman in the training camp. Other than the S-level master who was the head instructor, no one was a match for San Wu among the instructors.
San Wu never disappoints. In the months of pursuit, she almost crushed one enemy after another.
"I think I understand." War God got the answer from San Wu's shrinking pupils. "Is it friendship? No. 3, have you found what you've been longing for? "
"What a troublesome daughter. I've taught you since you were young that only ruthless killers can live to the end, but you're different from other children. You crave warmth more than them." War God scratched his head. "Killers who crave warmth will be killed by it one day."
"Do you see the look in your friends' eyes? They're not afraid because they're looking forward to your victory." War God pointed at his teammates. "My good daughter, play a game with me. If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose, well, we'll play another game."
The battle ended in five minutes. San Wu lost.
She lost completely. She used up all her explosive grenades and emptied all her magazines. The willow knife that represented team 21's victory was broken by War God with his bare hands.
War God grabbed her by the hair and walked toward team 21 with a cold smile. "The next game is to test your friendship."
"In order to be a normal person, you betrayed the organization and joined the Bosch Group. I won't argue with you about these things, but don't you want friendship? " He grabbed San Wu's hair and made her look at his teammates. "Four people, two to a team. Among them, only two can survive. You decide who you want to live. On the other hand, the person you abandoned will die here. No. 3, their life and death are in your hands. "
The members of team 21 cursed and cursed them. At this time, everyone's face was filled with fear. They could smell the scent of death.
The members of Ancient God Church burst out into laughter. In this action of hunting and counter-hunting, abusing captives was their only entertainment.
"Let's start with this pair." War God pointed at Zheng Kaiyan and Su Tong. "Between the two of them, which one is your best friend?"
San Wu looked at them blankly.
"If you don't choose, they'll all die," War God said.
In an instant, the surroundings fell silent. The team members looked at San Wu nervously while the members of Ancient God's team sneered.
In the silence, Zheng Kaiyan said, "I choose to die."
The War God was taken aback for a moment, then he sneered, "Sacrifice yourself for friendship?"
He raised his hand and the black-robed man slid out a curved knife. The cold blade was pressed against Zheng Kaiyan's neck, and his face paled.
"Say your last words," War God said. "You can say something you want to say, like blaming your useless friend." He patted San Wu's face.
Zheng Kaiyan looked at her face. Blood stained her delicate features. For a long time, he fell asleep thinking about this face.
Wang Xiaoping was the first person to befriend her, but no one knew that Zheng Kaiyan was the first person to like her. On the first day she came to the training camp with Dharmaraja, Zheng Kaiyan liked her.
She was different from everyone else. She had a pair of ethereal eyes and pure thoughts. She was the kind of lotus flower that grew out of mud but was not stained by it.
She had a purity that street thugs never had.
One night, he put his arm around his lackey, Su Tong's shoulder and said, "Hey, the new girl is old. She never showers with us. Let's go peek at her."
He actually wanted to say that the girl was so pure that he liked her.
But he was a thug. Before he awakened, he had chopped wires with a kitchen knife and killed people from West Street to East Street. In front of his new lackey, he couldn't say such soft words.
Su Tong was right. There was no way to have a secret crush. If he didn't tell her that he liked someone, how would she know? Moreover, it was a girl like San Wu.
"I …" Zheng Kaiyan opened his mouth and said, "You have to live."
He suddenly hated his own weakness. He wasn't even afraid of death, but he didn't dare to say that he liked her. He also didn't dare to say that he couldn't give her the presents that he couldn't give her this year.
The curved knife slit his throat and cut off his head.
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