Chapter 67

laugh!!

The trunk of a large tree had six deep claw marks, and most of the trunk was cut open, causing the tree to lose its balance and tip to the side.

Bang!

The big tree fell.

There were figures standing on both sides of the tree trunk.

On the left is a giant black man, his thick bulletproof suit intact. It is Xu Fan, the butcher who just completed the raid. He stood quietly, holding the alloy gloves with both hands, shaking off the blood on the spikes of the gloves, and letting out a low laugh of enjoyment.

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On the right is Zhao Zhenghong, who is half kneeling on the ground.

One of his arms hung limply on his shoulder, and he could no longer move. There were three sharp bloody wounds on his mouth, cheek, and corners of his mouth.

Blood dripped down his chin little by little.

Not only that, on the ground next to him, the corpses of two team members whose bodies had been cut into several pieces were pouring out a large amount of blood, dyeing the ground red.

boom!

The bomb that had just been thrown exploded with a deafening noise, and also caused a larger forest fire.

"Butcher. I give up now. Can you let me go?" Zhao Zhenghong stood up slowly, blinked the blood from his eyes, and stared at the opposite side.

"It depends on what the employer says." Xu Fan touched his chin and turned to look at the cave not far away.

At this moment, a pistol appeared in Zhao Zhenghong's hand like lightning, and he aimed it forward and fired.

Bang!

The moment the gunshot rang out, a ball of flame exploded in Xu Fan's chest. The impact of the explosion flame caused him to stagger slightly and his sight was blocked.

Bang!

Then came the second shot.

Xu Fan raised his arms to block his chest, but still underestimated the power of this bullet.

The second bullet is an armor-piercing bullet!

The bullet penetrated the outer metal layer of the glove, pierced the bulletproof alloy plate on the chest, and dented the alloy plate inwards.

But that's all.

Xu Fan quickly put down his hands and looked forward, but there was no trace of Zhao Zhenghong in his field of vision.

"Anna!" He asked in a low voice, frowning slightly.

"Ten o'clock direction." A small female voice came from the earphones.

Xu Fan was about to catch up.

"Wait, no need." Anna's voice came again.

"how?"

"Someone stopped him."

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At the edge of the fire, red light flickered and thick smoke billowed.

Zhao Zhenghong staggered and ran away. The wounds on his face had temporarily stopped bleeding, but the fracture on his right hand and the sprain on his shoulder seriously affected his condition.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack and shoot Xu Fan, he finally found the best opportunity to escape.

As he ran away, he recalled the tragic deaths of his subordinates one by one, and the crazy anger in his heart burned his reason even more hot and black.

‘Xu Fan. I must kill you!! Kill you!!!’

"Ahhhhh!!!" His eyes were bloodshot, he roared in a low voice, and ran forward with all his strength.

puff!

Suddenly, he paused in his steps, dodged a roll to the left, turned over, and looked forward.

In the forest directly ahead, a tall black figure stood unknown.

The opponent was wearing a full black bulletproof suit that looked like armor. His legs were as thick as tree stumps, and his figure was only slightly smaller than Xu Fan just now. But it could be seen that the suit was too thick, not that the figure was too strong.

"You look seriously injured," Yu Hong said. "You also lost a lot of blood. You must be very weak, right?"

"Who are you?" Zhao Zhenghong endured the pain and fatigue caused by the increasing blood loss, and stared at the other person closely.

"I'm a poet." Yu Hong joked casually. "I passed by here by chance and saw that you were seriously injured. I thought you might need help."

"." Zhao Zhenghong shut his mouth, feeling that he was mentally ill.

Suddenly, he felt that the other person's voice was familiar, and his body shape was also familiar. He had always had a good memory. Now that he was standing face to face, as soon as his mind recalled it, he immediately remembered something.

"It's you!?"

"Huh?" Yu Hong didn't expect to be recognized by the other party. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the other party actually crossed several meters away and rushed in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Whoosh!

A silver knife tip pierced Yu Hong's abdomen, but the tip was blocked by the alloy plate inside. It slid to the left, causing the opponent's wrist to twist and lose his balance.

At this moment, Yu Hong pulled out the mace behind him and smashed it down.

The stick hit the air and was dodged. He was not surprised. With his skill and reaction speed, it was unusual for him not to be dodged.

Immediately, his mace changed from smashing to sweeping, sweeping diagonally across the fan-shaped area in front.

call!!

Amidst the whistling sound in the air, the mace passed over Zhao Zhenghong's shrinking body and swept away a branch.

At this time, Zhao Zhenghong's body was hunched and contracted, like a ball.

After dodging the sweep, he put his arms on the ground and stood upside down. His legs instantly flew into the air and kicked Yu Hong in the head.

This posture is quite weird, like performing acrobatics, but the heels of his boots are equipped with metal protective layers, and the power of his feet is much greater than that of his hands. Once he kicks, it is enough to break a person's bones.

call.

At this moment, Yu Hong did not dodge or evade, but actually stood still and allowed himself to be kicked in the head.

At the same time, Yu Hong's right leg kicked forward with lightning.

Low leg sweep!!

It was a move he had practiced for a long time - a low leg sweep.

Bang!!!

The two hit each other almost at the same time.

Zhao Zhenghong was kicked in the chest, his body flew out, hit a tree trunk hard, rolled to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot.

Yu Hong stood there and was kicked in the face, but he just stood there and shook his head, then shook his head and stood firm, unscathed.

No, it's not completely undamaged, at least there are two more cracks and dents on his goggles.

Puff puff puff puff.

He strode forward, approached the other person, and stretched out his hand to grab the other person.

suddenly.

Bang!

A gunshot exploded at close range.

Yu Hong's body froze, and a ball of fire exploded in his chest. It was an explosive bullet!

Immediately after the flash of fire, there was another gunshot.

Bang.

The armor-piercing bullet hit Yuhong's helmet head-on, but the bullet, which could penetrate the thin steel plate, landed on the 25 mm thick alloy helmet and had no other effect except making a dent.

Yu Hong was startled by the two gunshots. When he found that he was fine after the firelight dissipated, he immediately became angry and rushed forward and kicked him.

This kick was filled with anger, and the inner energy exploded.

Bang!!

He hit Zhao Zhenghong's gun-holding arm in the middle.

The arm broke with a click and hit the tree trunk backwards, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

Zhao Zhenghong had already lost too much blood and was weak. These two shots were almost his last struggle.

"If I hadn't been seriously injured," he roared feebly.
To be continued...