Nomenclature of Night

On the commercial vehicle, the gangster leader saw that he was too late to get rid of Qing Chen, so he slowly slowed down in his heart.

He still has a gun, but the opponent has no gun anymore.

When he reached a turn, he suddenly pressed the car window.

The moment the car body turned sideways due to the steering, the gangster leader lifted the muzzle out of the car, aimed at Qing Chen and pulled the trigger!

But what the gangster leader didn't expect was that when he started to slow down, Qing Chen actually drew another pistol from his waist, together with him, pulled the trigger at the same time.

There are two guns on Qing Chen's body!

The previous action of deliberately finishing the bullet and throwing the gun was also deliberately shown to the gangster leader, because he knew it would be difficult for him to catch up with the car.

It is better to let the gangster leader slow down himself, or come back and kill him.

The gangster leader panicked. He lowered his head and dodged while firing, and the muzzle suddenly deviated.

The gang leader’s ears were numb, as if something had penetrated there, and he could even smell his hair scorched by bullets.

The midnight gunfire shot on the mountain road, and Qing Chen was also shot.

Even if the opponent lost the front sight, the bullet still ran across his shoulder, leaving a deep groove of blood on his right arm.

Qing Chen lost his balance and fell to the ground. The huge inertia during running and the **** of the downhill caused him to continuously roll on the ground.

He pursed his mouth and got up again, coldly looking at the shadow of the car on the mountain road further and further away.

In order to narrow the distance with the commercial vehicle, Qing Chen actually traversed the forest between the highways barefoot!

On the mountain road, Qing Chen picked up a stone larger than his head while running.

He stepped on branches and stones, and the nerves in the soles of his feet issued a trembling warning.

I don't know when, the original smooth soles have been bloody, the soles of the feet are dark, blood and dust mixed together, it looks very cruel.

It's just that he didn't care about the blood stains on the cheeks scratched by the branches, or the blood troughs on the shoulders.

Did not go to the rubble and branches under the feet.

What he can do is to get rid of all the perceptual pain in the spiritual will.

Then let the culprit tonight pay the price.

Qing Chen ran faster and faster.

When passing through the mountains, the world seems to have become a huge chess board.

At this moment, he is no longer a chess player, but a fierce **** who is crossing the Han boundary of Chu River!

A **** brave!

This mountain road chessboard gradually became a model in Qing Chen's mind. He silently calculated his own speed and the speed of the opponent's driving.

Pieces of information are intertwined in Qing Chen's mind.

The next moment, Qing Chen rushed to the edge of the high mountain forest, more than ten meters below is the mountain road after the gangster leader, with crystal clear sweat splashing on the tips of his hair.

"Breathe."

"Control."

"Dominate."

There are not only fierce soldiers who crossed the river, but also guns that strike at the head!

In an instant, he didn't even see where the commercial vehicle was driving, so he took out the stone in his arms.

I saw that stone was thrown high into the sky, and it fell to the place where the opponent must pass in a precise parabola with a height of more than ten meters.

The stone was rolling in the air, and at the same time it was flying faster and faster under the acceleration of gravity!

The pupils of the gangster leader suddenly shrank!

He suddenly stepped on the brake but it was too late. The black business car seemed to hit a rock flying in the sky.

With a bang, the gang leader was hit hard in the driving position, and the commercial vehicle lost control and hit the mountain on the roadside.

In the dark, no one noticed that a car accident had just happened on the winding road.

The leader of the gangster was sitting quietly in the car, his head was already full of blood because he hit the steering wheel.

It looks extremely hideous.

The hood of the car was twisted irregularly, and there was a scoffing noise in the car, as if something was missing.

The gun did not know where it flew.

He hit the car door with his shoulder and staggered out of the car to walk into the mountains on foot. Without the car, the highway could no longer walk, otherwise he would have arrived in Kunlun before he got down the mountain.

However, the gangster leader suddenly saw that the masked boy had appeared at the turn of the winding mountain road.

The place where the opponent threw the stone is more than ten meters away from the ground, so he can only catch it by a detour.

But the leader of the gangster couldn't understand that the soles of the opponent's feet were already broken and bloody, why he still chased him!

In the next moment, the young man was getting faster and faster, and he actually ran again!

The leader of the gangster was a little bit shy at this moment. He clearly had mechanical prostheses, but he couldn't bring up the courage to fight the opponent head-on!

He turned around to escape, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground before he could run two.

The car accident just now seemed to affect his cerebellum, and he couldn't control his balance even when he walked.

The gang leader struggled to get up, looking at the young man who had come before him, his heart was cruel.

He stood up straight and roared: "Come on! Don't you want to kill me? Come on!"

But the boy was silent and said nothing.

I saw a switchblade suddenly pulled out of the young man's hand and stabbed the gangster leader's neck fiercely.

The gang leader was shocked, and his powerful mechanical limbs quickly crossed in front of him.

However, in the blink of an eye, the knife in the young man's hand was already turning in the air, and the sharp blade rubbed against the mechanical limbs, bringing out a spark.

The leader of the gangster was shocked and inexplicably surprised.

However, seeing the young man retreating and sinking his waist, the dagger in his hand slashed towards the thigh of the gangster leader.

This time, the gang leader took one step faster, and the powerful mechanical limbs came first.

As long as he can catch the young man's sword-swinging wrist and crush it, then the victory in this battle will still belong to him.

But the gangster leader's intuition's eyes flickered, this time, the masked teenager is still a feint!

The moment the other party waited for him to seize his arm, he had already stepped sideways to his left, and the empty door here was wide open!

Before he could react, the switchblade in the boy's hand was firmly nailed to his spleen.

At a certain moment, the gang leader suddenly felt like he was back on the battlefield in Southeast Asia, facing a master of swordsmanship.

From the beginning of the battle, he didn't even touch the opponent's body.

Even if he was injured or hit his head, it was incredible.

The other party was like a gust of wind, unable to grasp or touch.

Can kill people.

The young man seemed to be precisely implementing the established strategy, step by step inducing him to expose the weaknesses of his side, and each step of him was in the calculation of the other party.

Like art, he was terrified in his heart.

The boy pulled out the switchblade, turned around and left.

The gang leader felt his body's blood flow out as if it had opened the gate.

He looked at the other person's unsentimental back, as if he was just a small character and there was no need to talk.

It turned out that the young man was struggling to endure the pain in his feet to chase him, just to let himself die, and no longer leave himself a trace of possibility.

"Why?" the gangster leader struggling to ask, he was very puzzled.

Qing Chen thought for a while and said, "I promised others that you will die tonight."

After speaking, the teenager turned around and planned to leave. At this moment, a cell phone rang in the pocket of the gangster leader.

The boy's leaving figure paused, seeming to be puzzled.