But the efficiency of this kind of recovery completely exceeded the speed when his body recovered on its own in the past... The reason for such a big change must be because of the technique Le Pingfan used on his legs just now.
"Hmph, it's really a weird impression, but to a certain extent, there's nothing wrong with it. You said you were a mercenary? Why were you chased into the Sahara Desert?" Le Pingfan drank enough water and sat slowly by the lake.
Recovering the exhausted physical strength, since Ye Zhiqiu allowed himself to survive in the desert, then hiding in this oasis seems to be within the reasonable range, right? Although it seems a bit cheating no matter how you think about it...
"Haha, it's not a big deal. I took a mission and went to Libya to attack and kill the boss of an armed organization. The armed organization regarded the boss as a god-like existence, so after the attack was successful, the boss's personal guards would not be needed.
He was chasing me with all his life. There were more than 300 members of the Guards, and they were all drawn from other armed personnel. If we fought directly, I had no chance of winning, so I simply killed him.
They were introduced into the desert. Survival in harsh environments is my strength. After a month of guerrilla warfare, I killed most of them. As you can see, I was still a little short in the end, but I had reached my limit.
." Eisenberg shrugged. In his mouth, even assassinating the leader of an armed organization was not a big deal: "What about you? Why did I meet you here? What were you doing in the desert? And you buried yourself in the sand.
inside……"
It seems that Eisenberg has always had a strong curiosity about the way Le Pingfan appears...[
"It's not a big deal, just some survival training." Le Pingfan rested for a while, but found that he was beginning to feel hungry... The jackal's leg was buried in the sand by him... If it hadn't happened so suddenly
If so, that jackal leg should be able to meet his need for food today...
"Survival training?" Eisenberg blinked and looked at Le Pingfan as if he were a monster: "Running to the Sahara Desert for survival training? Are you Chinese already so crazy now?"
"No, I'm just doing survival training here. Do you know if there are any prey nearby that I can use to satisfy my hunger? I'm a little hungry." Le Pingfan replied casually, as the conversation with Eisenberg deepened.
Le Pingfan's mastery of English became more and more fluent, just like the knowledge he had memorized in his brain had an outlet, and the trickle soon turned into a surging river mouth.
"Food? If I remember correctly, there should be cobras and a small crocodile about one meter long living in this oasis... When I first discovered this place two years ago, I was also very weak.
In such a state, the little crocodile here almost killed me. Fortunately, this little crocodile is far away from the giant alligator in terms of offensive and defensive capabilities... Otherwise, I would have gone to see God two years ago.
"
"Little crocodile?" Le Ping Ping Ping took out the military dagger on his waist, his eyes roaming the calm lake. As his body continues to weaken, Le Ping Ping's sensitivity to the surrounding environment continues to weaken. If it is in the whole body,
During the victory period, he would be able to notice any movement within a distance of about ten meters around him immediately. But now... maybe unless there is danger appearing in front of him, it would be difficult for him to detect it directly.
"Don't be nervous. The killing power of that little crocodile is only slightly more powerful than the desert jackal. Judging from the way you just killed six people in a row, there will be no problem. Speaking of which, I have always wanted to ask you but didn't have time to ask you.
, is the technique you used to kill just now belong to the legendary Chinese Kung Fu? The speed, strength and angle of the attack are all extremely precise, it is like an art." Eisenberg admired, although he is a
He is an extremely outstanding mercenary, but his main skill lies in survival in the wild and the use of firearms. He is not very proficient in hand-to-hand combat skills. He can only be said to be relatively powerful. So after seeing Le Pingfan's amazing fighting skills
Quite curious.
"Don't mercenaries have any research on close combat techniques?" Le Pingfan didn't answer. He still stared intently at the movement on the lake and asked a question at the same time.
"Yes, but it's not very proficient. What we mainly need to master is the assembly and use of various firearms, the accuracy of shooting, and sufficient physical endurance. These are enough. We are mercenaries, not killers." Ai
Sunberg shook his head and said, then suddenly remembered something, turned his head sharply to look at Le Pingfan, his eyes instantly widened: "Could it be that... you are a killer?!"