Ke Xue world is not scientific

"Bourbon, aren't we going out yet?"

After two RPGs blasted out, Hakuba questioned.

"Don't worry," Bourbon shrunk behind the wall and observed, "just let the sparrow continue to harvest the opponent's living power, or if you want to enter the battle, Kiel and I will go to the clearing warehouse now."

"And maybe there will be a change in action in a while."

As soon as Bourbon finished speaking, Hakuba stood up.

The young man's face was full of determination, "So be it, I have to go up and fire two shots before Wei Que has changed his mind."

Bourbon, Gere: "..."

How obsessed you are with fighting with people!"

Looking at the distant figure of the white horse, Bourbon hesitated a little or opened the microphone and said, "Wei Que, the white horse is in battle."

"I see him, you and Kiel go check the arms, pay attention, don't blow up."

Yusuke Suzuki is now changing magazines, which can be regarded as acquiescing to Hakuba's actions.

Safe or not, the three of Hakuba should start moving now.

Almost eight minutes had passed since the fighting, and the people of the El Guano Group had basically moved behind the bunker.

His current position is no longer capable of achieving more results.

Although this group of people usually has little pressure here, they have already scattered like rangers.

But at this moment, under the stimulation of death, they basically awakened the fighting quality of the past, and they were not as easy to kill as before.

Moreover, the natives who were robbed by them should have come over when calculating the time.

In fact, this also surprised Yusuke Suzuki.

At that time, he and Hakuba did not kill all the people, and ran away a few people, it stands to reason that the other party should have contacted the El Guano Group as soon as possible.

As a result, it seems that no message has been received at all.

Could it be that the natives think that they are people from the El Guano Group playing black and eating black?

Then under the prestige of the El Guano Group, did this group of natives not even dare to stand up and shout twice?

Yusuke Suzuki didn't think much about it, picked up the gun and began to move the location.

There are no more people to hit here.

City within a city.

The white horse was like a super soldier, beating the people of the El Guano group so that they could not lift their heads.

But this is clearly an illusion.

The opposite side does not fight back much, and the reason for the fear is that the pressure given by Yusuke Suzuki is too much.

After bunkering.

"That damn sniper seems to have stopped."

"Not sure, look again."

"Really, that cold feeling on my scalp is gone!"

"I said wait a minute, don't you understand?"

Two minutes later.

"Go out and do it! Are we going to let that person outside suppress it like this?

"Then you show your head first."

"Ahem... Anderson, you show your head first, I guarantee that the man is out of bullets. "

Why don't you show it by the young lady?"

“F.. K！ I got it! As

the first warrior got up, more and more Elguano Group mercenaries stood up.

Then they unanimously locked their eyes on the white horse.

The white horse, who was wantonly wielding frivolity and felt that he was simply a top special soldier, suddenly felt that his back began to feel cold.

Who is glaring at me!?

He swept his gaze and instantly spotted a bald head.

Without any hesitation, raising your hand is a shot.

So the warriors of the El Guano Group sat down again.

No, I still can't afford to mess with it.

Rest in peace, Anderson, we're going to surrender.

......

On the other side, Yusuke Suzuki had just arrived at a new sniper location.

Before the gun could be lowered, Hakuba told him that the other party had surrendered.

Yusuke Suzuki is a little speechless, this is not a war, and it is useless for you to surrender ah....

There were only four of them, and it was impossible to separate people to guard the prisoners.

Instead of taking the risk of captives making trouble, it is not convenient to eliminate them all.

"Just mean it, continue to purge."

Yusuke Suzuki gave the command directly, and then left again with the gun in his hand.

There is no need to continue sniping.

Going to the frontal battlefield is a little more direct.

At the same time, he sent an email to Rum.

[The goods are in place. —Grouse]

Soon, the reply arrived.

[Curacao will go to receive.] —Rum]

Curacao again?

Yusuke Suzuki looked at the email with a slightly ugly face.

Since the appearance of this group of people in Hakuba, he has thought about when a group of similar members will appear.

Or let a few of those in front of the gin wine show their faces.

As a result, no new faces have ever appeared.

This time in Africa, he thought that he would see some new faces in this operation, but he did not expect that this time it was Curacao.

Was it intentional?

Or do those people not exist at this stage?

Or are those people undercover in the red lineup?

Yusuke Suzuki didn't feel very accurate.

It's better to wait for Belmode to get out completely, and then ask the other party properly.

Meanwhile.

Tokyo.

A high-end apartment.

Cool moonlight slanted down the windowsill.

The blonde woman in a silk dressing gown leaned against the window, her eyes looking at the night outside, her eyes a little melancholy.

She whispered in her mouth.

"Go."

"Not going."

"Go."

"Not going."

Along

with her voice fell, there were petals.

After a while, she plucked all the petals of a fresh rose.

"Don't go..." Thinking

of this, Belmode withdrew his gaze to look at the already bare flower pole in his hand, and couldn't help but show a mocking smile.

"Shirley, it seems that it is not yet time for me to meet you."

Belmod put down the flower pole, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his cheeks flushed, "I really want to see what you look like now..."

At this time, another equally graceful figure came over.

"Don't give me any more tasks related to that person in the future."

Hearing this, Belmod slowly got up, held the wine glass elegantly, and walked to the person with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

In front of her was Riko Shimizu.

"Why keep your head down?"

Belmod stretched out his index finger to lift the other's chin and moved closer.

Beautiful eyes relatively.

She saw the panic in the other's eyes.

"Refuse my mission, but you will die."

Belmod came a little closer, his young face with an icy coldness that did not fit this look at all.

But soon she put away her momentum and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't give you that task again." "

Hmm..." Riko

Shimizu couldn't help but take half a step back, she bit her lower lip gently, "Then I'll go first."

"Let's go... Wait a minute.

"Any other orders?"

"Are you going to remove the disguise?"

"

No, I'll always be Riko Shimizu."