"Are you the one who has been tracking me?" Looking at the somewhat wretched-looking Labrador, Qin Feng frowned slightly and said, "How did you find me? I didn't seem to leave much behind along the way.
There are traces..."
Qin Feng's cultivation has already reached the realm of transformation. Even if he walks normally, he will not leave a single footprint, and his Qi has been restrained in his body. It stands to reason that it is impossible for anyone to chase him, so Qin Feng has no intention of following him.
People’s superpowers are also a bit curious.
"I...I caught up with you based on your scent..."
Seeing Qin Feng suddenly appearing in front of him, Labrador showed a look of horror on his face. He stepped back repeatedly, but unexpectedly pointed the muzzle of the gun at Qin Feng. With a move of his right index finger, he
Get ready to pull the trigger.
"I gave you one chance, do you want a second one?" He didn't see Qin Feng's movements. He just moved his hand, and Labrador felt a light touch on his right hand. The one weighed five or six kilograms.
The pistol fell into Qin Feng's hand.
"This gun is quite heavy, no wonder it can shoot armor-piercing bullets..." Qin Feng weighed the pistol, inserted it into the back of his waist, looked at Labrador and said, "You haven't answered my question yet.
, how on earth did you follow me?"
"You...you are not human..."
Before, he was watching Qin Feng's actions from a distance. The pressure Labrador felt was not very great. But now when Qin Feng stood in front of him, Labrador realized that this young man was like a mountain.
It was as big as a mountain, and it was so heavy that I almost couldn't breathe.
"I am definitely a human being, much more pure than the one who can transform." After hearing Labrador's words, Qin Feng couldn't help laughing and said: "I'll give you another chance, or die.
Why don't you tell me how you followed me?"
No one wants to die, especially people with special powers who can live better than ordinary people. So when he heard Qin Feng's words, Labrador immediately said: "You have a faint fragrance on your body, which is very unique. I am
Chasing this smell is following you..."
"Huh? There is a fragrance in my body, no wonder, but I didn't notice this..." Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. After twitching his nose, he suddenly felt dumbfounded. It seems that the person in front of him has really powerful powers.
.It can actually smell such a weak smell?
"After entering the mountain, I followed another person. Your scent was too weak and it was not easy to track..." Labrador said truthfully. By this time, he had no intention of making a comeback, and he and Mager
Like Nusi, he just wants Qin Feng to let him go.
"You'll know if it's true or not..." Qin Feng didn't believe Labrador's words at all. He reached out and grabbed his neck. He directly sealed the acupuncture points all over Labrador's body and brought him to the
Where Magnus was shot.
"What...what's going on?"
When Qin Feng came to the place where Magnus was shot and fell to the ground, he was stunned on the spot. He found that the entire lower body of Magnus, who had been shot in the leg, was missing. Under him, there was only a puddle.
Foul-smelling yellow water stains.
Moreover, the yellow water stains that seemed to be corrosive were still spreading upwards. At this time, the flesh on Magnus's face was also festering. He was completely speechless and only had a sore throat.
Breathing heavily "ho ho", his eyes were fixed on the Labrador in Qin Feng's hand.
"Damn, is this the power of that gun?" Even though Qin Feng was used to big scenes, when he saw Magnus, his stomach couldn't help but tumble, and he quickly closed his stomach.
Smell, this smell is really unpleasant.
The Labrador who was carried by Qin Feng also turned pale. His special power is the sense of smell, and he is particularly sensitive to smells, so after the rancid smell of sulfur was introduced into his nose, if it hadn't been blocked by Qin Feng
If the acupuncture point is blocked, he may spurt out directly.
"Ho ho..."
Magnus, who fell to the ground with only half his body left, screamed in his throat and was still struggling. He wanted to transform to resist the chemical toxins contained in the bullet. Unfortunately, he was too seriously injured before.
, now there is no ability to transform at all.
"What kind of gun is this?"
Qin Feng took out the pistol that was twice as big as the Desert Eagle. He asked Labrador. He was really a bit behind now. If he had been careless at that time, what would have happened to the person who fell on the ground?
Maybe it's me.
"Kill... the light of killing..." Labrador said with a trembling voice: "This... this is little Jeff's weapon, specially customized by him..."
"Killing light?"
Qin Feng unloaded the magazine and counted the bullets inside. He found that the warhead of this bullet was as big as an ordinary 7.62 mm bullet, and it was not made of ordinary copper, but should be made of special synthesis.
Material.
"Yes...it is specially used to deal with people with supernatural powers." Smelling the pungent smell, Labrador shouted loudly: "Please, let me stay away from him. Please...
"
The more sensitive the sense of smell is, the more unbearable it becomes, especially when he wants to vomit but can't. Labrador is almost going crazy. He doesn't want to stay here anymore.
"Kill...kill him..."
At this time, the strong corrosion had spread to the intestines and stomach. Magnus suddenly widened his eyes, slapped his hands on the ground, and rushed towards the Labrador five or six meters away, holding him tightly.
After hugging him, he bit Labrador on the neck.
However, at this time, Magnus was at the end of his strength. This bite could not bite through Labrador's neck, but even so, it frightened Labrador into howling loudly.
"Pull him away, please, help me pull him away..." Labrador looked at Qin Feng with tears in his eyes. Although he was not bitten to death by Magnus, he was a man with abscesses on his face.
Lying on his own face, he was almost scared to death.
"I...I...kill...kill him!" As if hearing Labrador's words, Magnus suddenly raised his head, staring at Qin Feng with a pair of red eyes, spitting out his throat.
A few vague words came out.
At this time, Magnus definitely hated Labrador more than he hated Qin Feng, because he could have escaped, but he didn't expect that a bullet from Labrador would kill him.
Pulled back from heaven to hell.
"No. Pull him away, I beg you..." Labrador begged with runny nose and tears. If he could make a choice again, he would never be bewitched by Little Jeff.
The plot against the Chinese is waiting here.
"You shot him, and it's understandable that he wants to seek revenge from you." Qin Feng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm sorry. This is a grudge between the two of you, so I don't need to worry about it..."
Although Magnus has a cruel temperament, Qin Feng doesn't like him very much, but relatively speaking, Qin Feng hates the Labrador who hides and attacks him even more, and Qin Feng almost got the trick, so in his heart
I hate Labrador even more.
"No...you can't do this..."
Labrador suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen, but found that the yellow corrosive liquid on Magnus's body was dripping on his body, and he was immediately frightened to death. He knew that this chemical toxin was
But even steel can be melted.
"It seems a little late..." Qin Feng shook his head. After watching the clothes on Labrador's belly being quickly corroded, his skin was also glowing with yellow juice that quickly melted away.
There is no time to save him.
"No... you can't do this..." The physical pain and mental fear made Labrador howl loudly.
Since Magnus was directly shot, the toxin destroyed his nerves almost instantly, so Magnus basically couldn't scream. But Labrador was different. He was only injured in the lower abdomen now.
The strong acid corroded it but did not affect the vocal cords, so the sound sounded a hundred times more miserable than Magnusto's roar just now.
"If God does evil, you can still survive; if you do evil on your own, you can't live..."
Looking at Labrador who was rolling on the ground being held tightly by Magnus, Qin Feng sighed and shook his head. In fact, neither of these two people had to die, but Labrador's shot was killing him.
When he killed Magnus, he also sent himself to hell.
In just a few minutes, Magnus was the first to make no sound. His whole body was melted into a pool of yellow water, not even a bit of bone was left, and most of Labrador's body was completely gone.
The body has also disappeared.
Labrador's vitality was much worse than that of Magnus. After Magnus died, he was also on his deathbed. There was a trace of nostalgia for this world in his slightly opened eyes.
The light eventually slowly faded away.
"Those two running away are really good examples of cheating teammates..." Qin Feng, who was standing more than 20 meters away and watching this scene, firmly remembered the name of Little Jeff.
It's not because of this powerful pistol, but because of Little Jeff's decisive vigilance in times of crisis, because only by protecting yourself first can you pose a threat to the enemy. Such an opponent is truly the most terrifying.
"If I were you, I wouldn't pull the trigger..."
After Magnus and Little Jeff died together, Qin Feng suddenly raised his head and said lightly to the foot of the mountain. Although his voice was not loud, it passed through a distance of more than two hundred meters and was clearly transmitted to the person lying on the mountain.
A rock behind the ear of Petnovitch.
"Have you discovered me a long time ago?" Peternovitch shook his head with a wry smile, and took his finger out of the trigger of the AK47 that had been with him for decades.
Peternovich has been lying here for at least half an hour, with the gun pointed at Qin Feng's head, but he couldn't pull the trigger, because Peternovich had a feeling in his heart that Qin Feng
The wind must be able to dodge the bullets it shoots.
This feeling comes from Peternovic's experience on the battlefield. Every time he fires a bullet, he can know whether the bullet has killed the enemy. When he is not sure, a good sniper will not take risks.
Shooting.
"Come out..." When Peternovic heard Qin Feng's voice again, Qin Feng's figure was already five meters away from him.
"At such an old age, if you don't take care of yourself at home, why do you come to this troubled water?" Looking at Petnovitch, whose hair and beard were all white, Qin Feng shook his head speechlessly. People of this age should have done it a long time ago.
Where are the people who are holding their grandchildren at home and going to the battlefield with guns?
"I am employed, so I have to come." Petnovitch left behind his old buddy who had been with him for decades, stood up, and suddenly said in somewhat awkward Chinese: "Young man, are you Chinese?"
"Huh? You speak Mandarin? Have you been to China?"
To be honest, Qin Feng was more curious about the old man in front of him than he was about people with powers like Magnus. Because Qin Feng discovered that there was a bloody field around the old man, and when his fingers
After placing it on the trigger, even Qin Feng could faintly sense a hint of crisis.
"Yes, that was more than fifty years ago."
Petnovitch thought for a while and said: "It must have been in 1945, right? I followed the army to your Northeast, and the Chinese people were very warm. We received very good hospitality there, my Chinese.
That’s when I learned it…”
"So he was a veteran who participated in World War II?" Qin Feng said, "You have killed many people, right?"
Now Qin Feng somewhat understood that the blood around the old man might have been condensed with murderous aura.
Qin Feng once read a record in an ancient book, saying that when generals in ancient times killed Yingye, their bodies would be filled with thick blood. Legend has it that it was caused by the resentment of the dead. If you are a timid or weak person,
There is no way to get close to such a bloody person.
"How can anyone not kill someone in a war?"
Petnovitch smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "From the day I picked up the gun to now, at least thousands of people have died under my gun, right? It's just that Russia didn't publicize it at that time, otherwise the world would
The honor of being the first executioner is mine..."
After World War II, there was a ranking of the number of sniper kills in the world. At that time, the number one ranked was Simo Heihe from Finland. According to official statistics, he effectively killed a total of 542 people.
an enemy.
Except for Seamus Heihe, who ranks first, the second to fourteenth rankings are all snipers from the Soviet Union, but among these people, there is no name of Petnovitch, because Stalin at that time wanted to let him
Petnovitch formed a special forces unit and checked his name off with his own hands.
"I see……"
Qin Feng was immediately in awe when he heard the number of enemy kills reported by the old man in front of him. The number of thousands may not seem large, but it is thousands of living lives. So many people were killed. This is the number of people killed.
It is not an exaggeration for the old man to call him the God of Death.
"After fighting for a lifetime, I feel like I will die on the battlefield." Petnovitch had already seen through life and death. He slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said, "Can you let me have a cigarette?"
?”
"Please..."
Qin Feng waved his hand. He has always respected the elderly, even if they are enemies, because their experiences are summarized from living lessons. Sometimes you can learn a lot by listening to the elderly.
"Cough... cough cough..."
After lighting the cigarette in his hand and taking a puff, Peternovic coughed violently, pinched the cigarette and said: "So this is what cigarettes smell like? It's really not easy to smoke. I don't know why so many people still like to smoke.
?”
"You don't know how to smoke? Have you never smoked before?" After seeing Peternovitch's appearance, Qin Feng couldn't help but asked strangely. He originally thought that he was a heavy smoker. When faced with life or death, Qin Feng couldn't help but ask.
Don't forget to smoke a cigarette.
"This is the first cigarette in my life."
After taking another long puff of cigarette, Petnovitch said: "As a sniper, even if the smell of cigarettes is left on your body, you may lose your life. So I have sworn that when I quit this profession
Or I will never smoke before I die..."
"Since you don't smoke, why are you still carrying cigarettes with you?" Qin Feng had a hard time understanding the old man's thinking.
"Because I'm curious, what does cigarettes taste like in my mouth?" Peternovitch smiled bitterly and said: "I have many old friends who always ask me to light a cigarette for them before they die.
Can you enter heaven if you die smoking?"
"It's just a bad habit."
Qin Feng shook his head when he heard this. He occasionally smoked a cigarette, but the nicotine in the cigarette could not cause any harm to him. When it entered Qin Feng's body, it would be automatically eliminated.
"Okay, young man, I want to say thank you to you for allowing me to smoke the first cigarette in my life..."
After taking a long drag on his cigarette, Petnovitch threw away the butt and said: "After fighting for a lifetime, I have long had the consciousness to die on the battlefield, but I like to die under the gun of my old buddy.
can you help me?"
As he spoke, Petunovich picked up the AK47 on the ground. However, he had no intention of shooting at Qin Feng. Perhaps knowing that such an action would only bring humiliation to himself, Petunovich put the butt of the gun
The position was handed to Qin Feng's hand.
"The rifling has been worn away. Can this gun still shoot accurately?"
After taking the AK47, Qin Feng suddenly shook his head. The handle of this gun was newly replaced, but it should have been more than ten years old. The rifling at the muzzle was even worn out and could not be seen.
No matter where it is placed, this is a gun that can be scrapped.
"You have to rely on feeling when shooting a gun."
Peternovic said: "As soon as I hold it, there seems to be a power around me, and I can know whether I can hit the target. Maybe this is the power it gives me..."
"It has nothing to do with the gun."
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "You killed too many people. The mental power of so many dead people formed a field around you. Instead of making you insane, the mental power of those dead people actually gave you strength."
To be honest, this is the first time I have seen this kind of situation..."
"Huh? Is there such a thing?"
It was probably the first time for Peterovich to hear such a statement. For a while, he even forgot about asking Qin Feng to shoot him. He asked strangely: "I know there are many mysterious people in your country. Is this the case?"
Did they sum it up?”
"This is what I concluded!"
Qin Feng smiled bitterly when he heard this. He had no contact with domestic Taoist sects and supernatural organizations, but in that alien space, Qin Feng read a large number of classics, and the things recorded on them were of great help to him.
"Okay. None of this matters anymore."
With a calm look on his face, Peternovic touched his heart with his hand, lowered his head and said: "No matter how old this gun is, it can still kill people. Young man, please shoot here, and please give me
A decent way for me to die..."
"Did I say I was going to kill you?" Qin Feng laughed when he heard this, grabbed the butt and barrel of the gun with both hands, casually bent it in the middle, and said: "I have been playing with guns all my life. This thing has already done a lot to you.
It’s no use, just go home and live a good life..."
Following Qin Feng's movements, the gun was like a noodle in his hand. He twisted it at will like a twist, and Qin Feng tied a knot in the middle. Let alone a fight, it would have been different if it were someone else.
After all, this was once a gun that could kill people.
"You won't kill me?" When he heard Qin Feng's words, Petnovich was really shocked. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.
In Petnovitch's world, the relationship between enemies is either life or death. There is no other way to go. He once lurked for seven days and nights during World War II just to kill a powerful German soldier.
For a sniper, a dignified death is the greatest respect given to his opponent.
"There is an old saying in China. It's called generals disarm their armor and let their horses go to Nanshan. When you go back, tell old Ivan that greed has to pay a price. If he stops now, after I finish the work, I may save his life.
…”
In fact, there is no inextricable hatred between Qin Feng and Old Ivan, and Qin Feng also taught Old Ivan enough lessons. The pain of cutting off blood and veins is not something ordinary people can bear.
If old Ivan can survive until the day he returns, Qin Feng won't mind sparing his life.
"I know, and I will advise Ivan not to go against you..." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Petnovitch truly believed that Qin Feng had let him go. Even though he had already seen through life and death, his face still remained.
Inevitably, there was a hint of excitement.
"Okay, you can leave..."
Qin Feng waved his hand. He was a little tired of killing now. Of course, the more important thing is that Qin Feng has not met a comparable opponent. Even Magnus is too weak for Qin Feng to be interested in him at all.
Come.
"Thank you very much. I will remember your words and retire completely from now on..."
Petnovitch bowed deeply to Qin Feng, but walked towards the place where Akeem and others died, because with his current physical strength and bare-handed condition, he could not walk out of this mountain range.
"This old boy knows everything..."
Ten minutes later, Qin Feng saw the restarted helicopter flying into the blue sky. He couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't know whether he was doing the wrong thing or the right thing by letting Petnovitch go today.
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