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Chapter 127 The most important thing in the world

The night is as dark as a curtain, and the wind is as cold as a bone.

The sparrowhawk, which had made a simple disguise, maintained a crouching position. Except for the occasional movement of its eyes, the rest of its body remained motionless. From a distance, it seemed to blend into the surrounding hills and rocks without any flaws.

With such a level of hiding, let alone in this dark night, even in the daytime when the sun is shining and the field of view is wide, there is no possibility of being discovered.

This is the Sparrowhawk's ability, or the basic skills, the basic skills of a sniper.

It seems that the nicknames of excellent snipers are all related to eagles. Considering the habits and characteristics of the latter, this fate is not unreasonable. They both have extremely sharp eyesight and the same attack habits. When the prey is not locked, the two

All of them are far away from the sight of all things. Once the target is locked, it will be a shocking fatal blow. Including the actions after the attack, it is similar to running away.

As the sniper of the Nightmare Team, Sparrowhawk is naturally an excellent sniper, so it is not surprising that he has this nickname. However, it should be noted that the origin of the name Sparrowhawk is not due to the dots on his baby face.

Freckles, the sparrowhawk is a small raptor. It is light, concealed and fast, which are exactly its sniping characteristics.

Oh, there is another feature that is crucial right now, compactness.

Compared to European and American adult men, who are generally tall and muscular, with big shoulders and round waists, Sparrowhawk's figure, which even looks thinner than Asians, can indeed be called small. This once made him very distressed before. In the underground world, what's inside?

It’s imaginable that people have bad tastes. Although they have the trademark of the Nightmare Team, they won’t be provoked and provoked wherever they go, but they are still a problem.

But now, he is very happy that he can have such a thin body, otherwise he may not be able to squeeze through this rock gap.

I don’t know how the captain and the others are doing now. If nothing else happens, they are probably... almost dead...

I blinked. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t shed any tears. Sometimes I shed tears in the wind. It was blown by the cold wind. It was not that deep of friendship. This was just thinking about the embarrassing situation of being hunted before, with no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the earth. I was forced to

It's just a subconscious reaction to endure the fear in the body. That person is simply not a human being...a devil!

No matter how fast they speed up, no matter how vigilant they are, they will always turn around inadvertently and find that their companions who were running beside them disappear silently one after another... The shadow of death is everywhere, and the pressure of suffocation follows them... At that moment

, he truly realized what despair is!

Fortunately, fortunately, the captain made a wise decision at the last moment and escaped separately.

This is undoubtedly the last and most helpless decision. Being able to run away means giving up resistance completely. But for Sparrowhawk, it represents a chance of survival. He is a sniper and he is proficient in hiding and stealth skills in various terrains.

, as long as he is separated from the crowd, he is absolutely confident that he can be the only one to survive.

Just like now, he has been hiding here for almost a quarter of an hour, and there is no movement around him.

He was safe. At the same time, he had also secretly made a decision. Whatever plans A and B were to retreat, or what might have strong reinforcements coming to pick him up, go to hell. He had no control over what other people chose, but before the sun rose tomorrow

, he won’t go anywhere, he will just lie down and die, no, he will just lie down here!

It's just that the climate is really cold. The temperature is obviously about the same as in North America. How could it be so cold? Is this what is called cold and wet? It's normal for being near the seaside, but, alas, this night is difficult... The decision I made before is true.

It is wise to never come to this ghost place again in this life, never!

There is also dew... Feeling the unusual coldness on the back of his head, Sparrowhawk rolled his eyelids helplessly. It was probably due to the accumulation of fog. If this goes on for a night, his brain won't freeze to death, right? Why don't you wipe it?

Sparrowhawk was a little hesitant, but in the end he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it. The risk was too great. After careful consideration, he just twisted his neck slightly, thinking of shaking off the water on the back of his head, but after twisting it a few times,

The cold touch still sticks to me, Farke!

Sparrowhawk couldn't bear it any longer. He rolled his eyes and looked around. After listening carefully and seeing that there was no abnormal movement, he quietly raised his hand and touched it. Immediately, his fingertips touched a piece of cold metal. He was stunned and subconsciously grabbed it.

Touched again, the cylindrical metal tube was pressed tightly against the palm of my hand. The chill of death instantly penetrated the surface of the skin, spread along the blood vessels and meridians, and reached the deepest part of my heart...

A chuckle, and a familiar and terrifying indifferent voice clearly passed into my ears, "Hey, did you find something?"

"Gruck..." Shrouded in the shadow of death, Sparrowhawk's teeth trembled involuntarily and he was unable to speak.

"You can always feel the shape, right?"

"Knock..."

"Well, young people still don't read enough. Haven't you heard this sentence... The most important things are made of tubes, such as male genitalia, pens, and our guns, which is what you are now

The thing you are catching...do you agree with this statement?"

I didn't expect to get an answer, so I asked and answered myself, "I personally agree with this statement. I am a man."

"You...how did you find me...let me die, let me die clearly!"

He chuckled again and patted Sparrowhawk on the shoulder, "Remember, man, if you still have a chance to work in the underground world in your next life, don't be a sniper anymore. This profession is prone to occupational diseases. You can't just find a place to hang out. You must

You have to subconsciously choose the higher point...why bother?"

"So, it turns out... you are the sniper! Ha, I am not unjust in your hands... thank you."

"You're welcome."

Poof - the most important thing in the world trembled, and life passed away.

Looking down at the corpse with blossoms on the back of his head at his feet, Tang Chao couldn't help but shook his head. Occupational diseases are also diseases and they need to be treated!

That's the fact. Sparrowhawk's hiding ability is pretty good. If he randomly found a ravine to hide, he might have escaped. But he just suffered from an occupational disease and subconsciously hid here.

Such a pursuer in the Tang Dynasty...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Occupational diseases, who doesn’t have them? The Tang Dynasty also had them, and his occupational diseases were more complicated, including snipers’ observation points and assaulters’ observation points.

Pay attention to the magazine capacity, and have the habit of looking at the physical characteristics of the opponent like a close combatant...

Maybe as Sparrowhawk said in his last words, falling into the hands of such a pervert like him is really not unfair.

Looking up to the east, I could see the faint sound of rushing water under the cold wind.

There are only two left, Joe and Elena... Is the retreat route chosen to be the sea? Ha, it makes sense. When the car is blown up, running on land alone will definitely not be able to escape.

He was pursuing him, and I think the other party knew this very well.

However, you have to keep your word. I already told you to destroy your whole team... If I just let you run away like this, wouldn't I be embarrassed...



About 1,500 meters away, a burly figure like an iron tower suddenly jumped out of the crisscrossing mud ravines. His left shoulder was injured, and it was simply wrapped with a piece of camouflage cloth. It should have come from inside him.

The one who tore off his shirt was none other than the black man named Joe. He looked at the waves on the beach not far away, pursed his lips, and a trace of happiness flashed in his black and white eyes. He was about to stride forward,

A sudden pause,

He turned sideways and raised his gun, "Qiao...it's me, Elena..." Under the muzzle of the gun, a slightly curved figure crawled out of the ditch. It was his companion Elena, but Qiao's pistol

I still haven’t given up because there is another person.

A person jumped straight up from a quite deep ditch. He was wearing a light single suit and his long sleeves were rolled up on both arms, revealing healthy wheat-colored skin, a backpack, and brown hair in a single ponytail. She was a woman. She looked sideways at Qiao and raised her hands.

He held the pistol in his hand and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing no signs of nervousness at all. On the contrary, he looked interested.

"It seems that your opponent is really powerful... Qiao, I have never seen you so nervous in all the years I have known you. Oh, except that time in Jakarta, that annoying Japanese mad dog..."

The moment the other party's relaxed voice sounded, Joe put down his pistol, and at the same time he put down the huge pressure in his chest that was almost breathless, "It's you who came to pick us up...Wait a minute, are you injured?"

After noticing something, he looked at the other person in shock. The latter shrugged, "When I first came here, I met a cunning wild cat and scratched its paws a few times. Unfortunately, I couldn't catch it and ran away with serious injuries..."

"That mutated lynx? Is he coming?"

"He was always there and didn't take any action. It wasn't until you all retreated that he took the opportunity to come out and kill people like crazy. Haha, that's why I said he was very cunning... This is not important. I'll send you away first. Take your time with him when you have time.

Just for fun...huh?"

As soon as she stepped onto the beach, the brown-haired ponytail woman turned sideways. Behind the rocks not far away, a tall figure quietly turned out, stood still, chuckled, and sighed softly,

"I didn't agree to let them leave here alive."

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