The short-term negotiation simply broke down, and Alva showed no disappointment or regret, let alone any fear. On the contrary, a confident smile once again appeared on the corner of his mouth, full of interest, like a child getting a long-awaited toy.
To act like this is because one has a big heart, and it is certainly true that people with high skills are bold. This is the fact. The reason why Alva did not listen to the advice before was not, or rather, not just the relationship of cooperation, but the most important thing.
Still, he didn't give up the idea of recruiting. As mentioned before, he did read a lot of information about the Tang Dynasty, and the more he read, the more he became itchy, so he set out for this adult trip to Lingjiang.
I really want to bring the Tang Dynasty under my control. In comparison, the down-and-out mercenaries such as the Snake Vulture are just incidental.
Of course, in the end, his proposal was rejected, which was normal. Although Alva was not Chinese and did not know the allusion of visiting the thatched cottage three times, he always understood the truth. People with ability are always arrogant and want to recruit
, you have to get rid of this arrogance first. If you can capture him, it will be more stable... With this idea in mind, Alva participated in the battle.
The result, well, didn't go very well.
He has to admit that the strength of the Tang Dynasty is indeed a bit beyond his expectation. This does not refer to the defeat of Snake Vulture and others. In fact, in Alva's heart, he does not think highly of this group of down-and-out mercenaries, but no matter what
He said that these people could indeed be regarded as elites in the industry. They were fully armed and had a clear advantage in firepower. They used more to hit less, and under his command of accurately reporting points, the points that should be suppressed and the pressure that should be exerted were basically given.
Anyway, if Alva asks himself to face this situation, not to mention fleeing in embarrassment, at least he will be passive. If he wants to successfully break the game, he will have to take a roundabout way. At least a few trials are unavoidable. After all, his reporting points are really
It's amazing. But the opponent didn't choose to do this. It was basically a head-on confrontation. In the end, he just won with a silenced pistol and breathtaking accurate marksmanship. It looked like he didn't feel much pressure...
This is a bit scary.
But having said that, the more powerful the Tang Dynasty showed, the more excited Alva was. Of course, when the situation has evolved to this point, recruiting and other matters must be put aside. The most important thing is to survive and win this one-on-one duel.
.As for the final result, if you accidentally kill someone...then kill him! Because it means that someone is not strong enough and is not suitable to be his partner.
What? He was killed? That's impossible!
Yes, even now, Alva still has full confidence in himself, even if he is just a polished commander...
The cat crouched close to the dangerous building with the steeple. After a rough inspection, he quietly climbed through the window into an empty room and landed silently.
The predecessor of this dangerous building should be the administrative building of a certain factory. It is the tallest building in the abandoned industrial park. It has several floors. Judging from the sales department, financial room, utility room and other house numbers hanging on the doors of each room,
, the scale is not small, maybe it was a well-known key enterprise before, of course it is dilapidated now, leaving only a mess on the ground and a slightly complicated building structure.
This kind of environment is the favorite place for members of the underground world to live and fight. Of course, if both parties are professionals, it would be hard to say. It is similar to the principle of not entering the forest, especially when you know that the other party is in position first.
, then the latecomers will retain a somewhat cautious attitude.
But such an attitude was not seen from Alva. He just paused for a moment behind the wall next to the door, then walked out of the room openly, walking in the dark corridor in an almost undefended manner, and soon the bottom one was
After visiting the first floor, I immediately stepped onto the stairs to the second floor.
Tracking and tracing people is a technical job, including traces, smells, experience, psychological construction, familiarity with similar people, style judgment, etc. There are many factors that need to be considered and collected. Of course, there are also the most unreasonable intuitions, but in fact, if you combine those mysterious things with mysterious ones,
If you break it apart and crush it into pieces, you will find that at least half of the important core inside is based on the previous information.
To put it bluntly, there is no imaginary and precise intuition in this world, it is just a choice judgment with a certain probability.
But this rule didn't seem to apply to Alva. He walked around one floor after another as if relying entirely on intuition, but he was not ambushed and attacked... This was undoubtedly abnormal.
As the saying goes, there must be a monster when something goes wrong. If someone could stand in front of Alva at this time, he might be able to detect something strange on the latter's face.
Under that seemingly careless stroll, I don't know when, there were fine beads of sweat on both sides of my forehead. I raised my hand to wipe it from time to time as if I was overthinking it. Especially the position between the eyebrows, it fluctuated violently, and even faintly penetrated it.
A faint line of blood came out, as if it would explode in the next moment and give birth to a third eye?
In fact, that is indeed Alva’s ‘third eye’…
After climbing to the highest floor of the dangerous spire building, Alva suddenly paused after walking a few steps. Alva immediately tightened his grip on the silver sand eagle and leaned against the wall. At the same time, he breathed a subtle sigh of relief and raised his hand again to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
There were blood stains on the beads. Although it is still unclear what method he used to be able to walk on the ground so efficiently, it is obvious that this method is not easy for him.
Fortunately, he finally noticed something...
Along the shadows on one side of the corridor, Alva moved forward silently like a civet, his clothes not moving in the wind. He silently sneaked to the corner at the end, stopped, held his breath, and quietly raised the muzzle of his gun.
Outside the corner is the stairs leading to the rooftop, and a small space filled with all kinds of garbage and debris. There are no windows, so there is no external light coming in, and it is pitch black. However, Alva, who has not poked his head out, is in the corner.
I 'saw' a figure on the left side outside...
Quietly hiding behind the debris, motionless, as if he himself had become a debris without any vital characteristics, with his visual blind spot facing the corner at an angle of fifteen degrees.
In other words, as long as Alva takes a step forward, he will be shot head-on. Judging from the previous battle situation, it will definitely be a fatal shot that directly penetrates the eyebrows. There will be no mistakes!
Of course, now that he knew all this in advance, the outcome would naturally be different. Avar narrowed his eyes, and the finger on the trigger loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again... Suddenly, he dwarfed without warning.
Probe out, there is no aiming process at all, just pull the trigger, bang——
A huge gunshot exploded in the enclosed space. It turned out that it was not at an angle of fifteen degrees, but at an angle of sixty degrees. A four-legged wooden table that was tilted outwards shattered with a sound, sawdust flew around, and a fist-sized object exploded.
A terrifying hole appeared... Immediately, behind the wooden table, a figure fell sideways and fell to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the air instantly.
With a crash, a dark object slid over against the ground, followed by a pistol thrown out.
Ha, I made the right bet... The corners of Alva's mouth silently raised, showing a smile of victory. At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the fifteen-degree angle. It must be related to the shock, and the vague body-like figure hidden in the debris shook left and right.
Akira, finally fell down with a snap, it was just a piece of cloth that was propped up, oh, it was still a gun, no wonder it looked so similar... Haha, little trick,
"Do you know where you lost? Ghost...you underestimate me..."
He put away the gun and stood up. In the end, he still killed the person. However, Alva did not seem too regretful. After all, there was really nothing he could do. He just felt a little regretful. He shook his head and took a step forward. Immediately, his figure suddenly changed.
Stagnant!
In the dim vision, he looked down at the black pistol sliding next to his feet. Of course, this was not important. What was important was that this pistol was not equipped with a silencer... There seemed to be something wrong?
He instantly raised his head and stared at the figure lying on the ground behind the table. Although there was no light to assist, he could vaguely see that person wearing combat equipment, just like the snake eagle and others... Who is this...
The poison arrow sniper who was killed first?
This is a trap... No, it's a trap within a trap!
Realizing this, Alva's body suddenly tensed up, but at this moment,
"Really?" A faint voice suddenly sounded next to his ears, and the muzzle of the silencer with a death metallic sheen came out of the darkness silently, touching one of his temples, feeling slightly hot, but Alva's body and mind felt like he was falling.
Ice cellar, bone-chilling cold.
How can it be……
At this moment, Avar's heart was actually filled with all kinds of doubts. It really didn't make sense. This trap was actually not clever. To be honest, it was just a deception. A large part of the reason for its success lay in Alva himself.
He is too confident in his own abilities and has no doubt about it. There is nothing wrong with this originally. The key is why the other party knows about his abilities. Yes, otherwise he would not have set up this trap.
In addition, there is also his character, and the other party seems to be quite familiar... Thinking about it now, the reason why the other party did not choose to sneak attack on the lower floors was not due to caution, lack of grasp, etc., as he had guessed before.
Waiting for him to come here... Why?
Similar questions kept swirling in Avar's mind, but in the end, he didn't ask anything. He just exhaled, laughed at himself, closed his eyes,