"Meng Xinian, I really didn't expect to see you here."

A dark voice came into Meng Xinian's ears.

who?

Who is it?

Meng Xinian thought the voice was strange, but subconsciously he always felt that he should know this person.

He looked up hard, opened his eyes, trying to see what he looked like.

However, he only vaguely saw the other party wearing a black woolen hat and a black mask, only revealing his eyes.

Moreover, his vision was already floating, and the people in front of him turned into two or four, and he kept waving.

It’s not that he underestimated the enemy, it’s that the other party was prepared for a long time, and the things he held were all high-end.

For example, the poisonous smoke, the sharpshooter.

"Hahaha."

The man did not answer his words, but instead laughed in a low voice. The meaning was like a cat had caught a mouse, and he was proud of it and was thinking about how to play with him.

Meng Xinian stumbled backwards.

His speed was not fast, and his body was shaking.

The man did not move and still stood there and smiled contemptuously. Yifo just wanted to appreciate Meng Xinian's dying struggle, and he was sure that he would never be able to escape from his palm.

Yes, how can you escape?

After inhaling poisonous smoke, now under his gun, can you still escape?

However, Meng Xinian's performance still shocked him very much.

Originally, I had to fall down on the spot after inhaling the poisonous smoke, but Meng Xinian was able to follow in as if nothing had happened, listened to their conversation, and then escaped, and could still run so far before the toxicity broke out.

Is he an elephant? Which one is so huge that it takes several times more anesthesia?

But that doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just taking a little more time and he will still be taken back by him.

Meng Xinian didn't expect him to answer anymore. He was trying hard to grit his teeth and retreat.

That man's underestimation and pride may be his only chance now.

Although he was following the scene when he came, he could see clearly the surrounding terrain. As long as he could retreat to the intersection ten meters away, there would be opportunities for escape in both directions.

Both directions were denser and the doors of the tavern and casino were open, just a curtain blocking them. As long as he could enter one of them, he could at least have a chance to escape with the lively people.

Step by step, two, three steps, the man still didn't move, so he pointed the gun at him and watched him retreat step by step.

"Really, do you need to do something for unnecessary struggle?" The man's low voice floated over, as if it was stained with snowflakes, and it was cold and cold.

"Who are you?" Meng Xinian asked while retreating.

In front of him was already a vast white patch of snow that seemed to be able to see the sky. They had undergone anti-toxic training, and ordinary poisons could be passed by him in a logical way, so as to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy and being forced to confess when they were out of the mission.

But now he is really unable to resist this medicine.

Six meters, seven meters, are almost here.

As long as you persist.

Although he may not be able to escape after entering the tavern, because this man looks very strong and can definitely catch up with him very quickly.

However, Meng Xinian has always been extremely resilient. As long as he has one percent chance, he will not wait to die.

Eight meters, nine meters, the intersection is near.

"Isn't you still thinking about running?" The man walked towards him with a sarcastic smile in his tone.
Chapter completed!