The white "color" parachute landed steadily. Standing on the high building, you could vaguely see a black shadow flashing out of the parachute quickly, and then sank into the darkness that cannot be illuminated by the light.,: .

"Did the Cobra man never think about the safety of his companions? He left the Poison God to buy some time for him to escape, right?" Nighthawk murmured to himself.

After having sex with Cobra for so long, he has already roughly understood the psychology of these people. If you want to become the best killer, you must be ruthless first. Simply put, it means that you have a huge self-consciousness. You only have yourself in their world and cannot tolerate anyone. If the killer has feelings, then they will not be far from death.

A killer with ties is equivalent to telling others that you have weaknesses, just like chasing them in the sand. No matter how good he hides his family, Cobra can also find out his hidden weaknesses. Because in this terrible organization, there are no people who cannot be controlled.

Leng Feng kicked the body of the Poison God out of the building with a hard kick. The body of the Poison God seemed light and was no different from a mummy. He was immersed in the poisonous world for many years. Those poisonous creatures not only helped him achieve great careers, but also made him uninhabited and uninhabited.

There were dong dong footsteps downstairs, and gunshots were still sporadic. It was obvious that the assassins attacking downstairs had been wiped out. At this time, the guards guarding the building were about to reach the roof, and they were coming to protect the Black Tiger.

Nighthawk picked up the radio again and whispered to it: "Everyone, lock in the figure of the killer who just escaped. You must not let him run away, you must not let him run away, you must act immediately."

"Do you need my help? Our hunters have strong strength in Aragon. As long as we blockade this city, we can't even fly out. I want those killers to know that they have messed with the wrong person." Heihu seemed very angry.

In Aragon, he was almost killed in the old nest of the Tiger Hunting Organization. At this moment, the killer ran for life. He wanted to chase after him and shoot Sava's head with a shot, telling him clearly what terrible person you had messed with.

"That's great, please block the whole city immediately. That guy must not let him run away, otherwise he will become a nightmare and will always linger us." Nighthawk knows Cobra's style of behavior too much, knowing that if these people get involved, they will definitely become a paste of ointment and always linger you.

"Then I'll bother you. Anyway, I'm sure that those killers will never find me again after today. But I don't want my friends to have something to do, and they will continue to live here." Leng Feng glanced at Heihu, and looked at Nighthawk with a "showing" in his eyes.

"Do you still need to say this? Killing the killer is my responsibility." Nighthawk laughed and turned around and walked downstairs. Black Tiger also issued a killing order to the entire Hunter organization at the same time. He would kill him immediately as long as he saw Sawa. He would never let him escape from Aragon. And block the entire city's road out of the city, and even a mosquito was not allowed to fly out.

The street immediately became boiling, and various cars were filled with members of the tiger hunting organization, and they searched the entire street. The motorcycle party riding motorcycles also joined in. They were more flexible and rode motorcycles through the streets and alleys.

The Black Tiger offered a high reward, and did not need to be captured alive. As long as you shot Sava, you could get a reward of 500,000 US dollars. In Aragon, 500,000 is a very "temptation" and "confusing". People in the entire city, whether they are tiger hunting organizations or not, were mobilized, and people even had to check the trash cans, for fear of missing anything.

Sometimes, the whole nation is more effective than using an army. Every cell in Aragon is boiling, and this night is destined to be a sleepless night that touches many people.

Sava poked his head out of a garbage dump, with disturbing flies hovering above his head, and his nose was filled with disgusting stench. Just now, a group of motorcycle riders walked by here, and before that group of people, three groups had already walked by here.

It seems that the garbage dump chosen by Sawa is too smelly. No one wants to find out whether someone is hiding in the thick garbage deep. According to normal thinking, no one is willing to hide in such a place for a long time and not go out. I am afraid that others will not look for it. Just the stench can kill the killer.

But Sava is not an ordinary person. He received strict killer training, with the purpose of making him not afraid of any environment. Not to mention that this is just a pile of garbage, even if it is a pile of rotten corpses, Sava can leisurely watch the rotten meat and eat a delicious meal that lasted a week after lying there.

Watching the motorcycle convoy gradually fade away, Sava slowly crawled out of the garbage dump. The clothes had turned black, and there were some sticky objects hanging on them, which was very disgusting.

But he didn't care about those things at all. His right arm was still bleeding. Yasha had a "hole" at a critical moment before, but fortunately it was a shot fired in an emergency. Otherwise, with the power of the sniper rifle, his arm would have been completely scrapped.

But even so, his right arm could hardly move at all. A huge trauma was emitting blood on his arm like an evil blood hole. His bones and meridians were broken, and there was no hope of connecting the ligaments and tendons. Even if it was cured, his arm would obviously be much slower than his left hand in the future.

Given the situation at Sawa at that time, if he did not escape, he would have to be "fired" by a sniper rifle. So he wisely chose to escape. He still had a chance to escape, and he had to stay there and wait for death.

He quickly bandaged the wound. He had passed by the door of a medical center and went in and killed everyone in the store, then hurriedly fled with a bunch of emergency bags. Later, he saw people searching for him everywhere on the street, Sava immediately understood what was going on. As long as he was still in Aragon, he would not escape from the control of his opponent.

So he hurriedly escaped into the garbage dump that he thought was still ideal, and successfully avoided several trackings. Now he wanted to bandage the wound before someone came again. The large amount of blood loss had already made his mind a little unclear, and in a trance, he even had a double shadow in his eyes.

He knew that if he didn't treat him again, he would soon die like a wild dog on the way to escape.

Suddenly, a bright headlight illuminated his whole body. Sawa, who was urgently giving him an infusion, raised his head suddenly. The searchlight shone from all directions, and for a moment he seemed to be in a world of light. Maybe his mind was a little dizzy, and he couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead.

"You really know how to choose a place, why don't you choose a toilet and jump in?" Nighthawk walked out of the light with a smile. His figure looked particularly tall under the light of the searchlight, as inviolable as a giant.

"How did you find me?" Sawa knew that he was finished and was chased by someone like Nighthawk. With his current strength, he could only wait for death.

"Don't you know that there are many hunting dogs in the tiger hunting organization? Smell your blood. Even if you really hide in the dirty toilet, we can still find you." Nighthawk pointed to the side. Sawa vaguely saw a few people holding several fierce wolf dogs in the distance under the light beam.

Their flickering eyes were staring at him for a moment, with fierce light and sharp fangs seemingly wishing to rush up to tear Sawa apart now.

Sava smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I didn't expect that an explorer of life would die in this place in the end. It's so miserable."

"Are you an explorer of life?" Nighthawk looked at him mockingly: "At most, you are just a clown, playing stunts and pursuing excitement. Everything is just a proverb of your existence. You kill like a slut, and you should have died long ago. Today, I will send you to hell."

Nighthawk "draws" out the dagger in another 'pants' tube. He did not bring a domineering sword. This time he carried out the mission, he only brought a dagger and a stick. The stick ended the life of the Poison God. Now this military dagger is about to end the life of the last killer.

"Do you think you can kill me easily?" Sava suddenly stood up from the garbage dump. Although his whole body was surrounded by flies at this moment, the group of beast-like eyes exposed that he was definitely not an opponent who could insult at will.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you." Nighthawk was still looking at him mockingly. He had already "touched" Sawa's routine. This guy relied on his extraordinary speed and formed a huge impact force, which made his power look quite terrifying.

"I'm here!" Sava suddenly rushed over from the garbage dump as if he was saying hello to his old friend. His speed was still so fast that he didn't even have time to blink.

He knew he was going to die, but he still had to let go and fight hard. This is what he proved as a killer that he had existed. Even if he died, he would make others remember that he had existed.

"The speed is very fast, but there are so many flaws." Nighthawk didn't move, staring straight at Sava's rushing forward.

The black shadow flashed a ray of blurry light under the dim light, like a comet flying from the sky. Nighthawk's mouth slowly showed a smile. The flaw he mentioned was Sawa's injured right arm. Because his right arm could not move, half of his body was in a slow state.

"It's now." As Sava was about to use his killer move, the Nighthawk suddenly lowered his body, lifted his sword from bottom to top, and rubbed it hard across Sava's neck.

He did not use any force, but just used Sawa's habituality to rush open his neck. Sawa ran forward a few more steps, and blood had already sprinkled all over his body.

He didn't even have the strength to turn around, and he could only make a strange and unpleasant sound in his throat. The killer, who made the poison god afraid, finally fell down slowly. When he died, there was a strong stench on his body.

Nighthawk turned around and looked at Sava who was twitching on the ground, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth slowly calmed down.
Chapter completed!