To Four Thousand Years Later

Leonardo and Francis traveled in the afternoon, and by the time the moon rose they were halfway through. After chatting with the groom for a while, the three fell into silence again. The coachman began to concentrate on driving. And Leonardo and the others gradually became sleepy. After sharing the **** biscuits and oranges brought with Leonardo, Francis leaned sleepily in the carriage, curled up in the leather coat with a collar and took a nap. When traveling this short distance, it is generally not necessary to bring too much drinking water. Leonardo carried a small bottle of grape wine in his coat and Francis brought two extra bottles of limoncello. According to him, this is his experience gained from years of injuries and fights. In extreme cases of fatigue or weakness, sterilize freshly hunted raw meat. Seeing that Francis started to feel drowsy, Leonardo drank some wine, closed his eyes slightly, leaned his head on the carriage and began to close his eyes and rest his mind. As the carriage moved forward, his head also shook a lot, and Leonardo's eyes lit up with a golden light. Two light golden flames burned quietly in his eyes. Leonardo hadn't put on his ring yet, it was the pale golden flame of the morning light of his own psychic light. Right after Leonardo opened his psychic vision, he immediately noticed that there were nearly ten groups of dim light lying motionless on the **** in front of him.

Who is that?

He was a little puzzled, and opened his eyes silently. He leaned his head against the wall, slightly opened the car door, and stared in that direction.

In that direction, more than a dozen bright red names slowly floated out.

Oh shit. interesting. Leonardo raised his eyebrows and showed an interested smile. Stimulated by the influx of cold wind when the car door was opened, Francis twitched his mouth a little uncomfortable.

Leonardo pushed him and called softly: "Hello, Francis.

…Ok? how…

Francis just opened his eyes and before he could speak, he saw Leonardo make a silent gesture.

Suddenly I woke up.

The young gang leader knew very well that his nephew was definitely not the kind of young man who was naughty and troublesome-he had always believed in Leonardo's talents. in various fields.

"What's the matter?" Francis frowned and asked in a low voice. Leonardo pointed in that direction, showing a brisk smile without stress: "Did you fall in love with someone?" Francis heard this, gently turned his body to the side, pushed the car door open, and pressed his body firmly against the door. He opened the door, put his head across the door in an awkward posture, and squinted his eyes to look over there.

He watched it for ten seconds. Then slowly closed the door.

Francis cursed under his breath. His face became serious, and his expression became a little gloomy: "Get out your gun, Leonardo. Don't be soft on those bastards...you have a good eye." What do they do? "Francis just shook his head: "I'll tell you later... Let's change positions first, your position is too dangerous. Once the door opens, you're directly in their range.

He said look, bent over and sat beside Leonardo. Leonardo nodded, walked to the opposite side of the carriage, and took out the gun from his ribs. He slowly pushed six pistol bullets up, opened the safety and slowly pressed the hammer. And Francis directly took out a leather gun case from the interlayer of the travel bag behind him, wrapped it around his neck, and took out a brown-red rifle from it. Holding the rifle with his left hand, he set the charging handle to the bottom, pressed the clip into the magazine with his right hand, and slapped it hard. Francis cursed in a low voice, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the ground of the car, and pulled out a grenade that looked like a one-handed hammer from his pocket.

Then he kicked the car door open.

Eat shit, fat guy! "He roared almost loudly, pulled the safety and threw the grenade out.

Then he closed the car door again, bent over and hid on the other side of the car. After two or three seconds, sporadic gunshots came down the slope.

But as soon as the gunshots sounded, the grenade exploded immediately!

Francis pulled the bolt, pushed the door open with his elbow, and pulled the trigger repeatedly downhill. Leonardo opened the door on the other side and leaned out.

The space in the cabin is very small. So that Leonardo can poke his head out of the roof of the car after standing upright. 0 Leonardo narrowed his eyes. In the dim night sky, several light clusters became very conspicuous in his eyes.

He turned the pistol sideways, raised it above his head, and fired without hesitation. Leonardo's tyrannical arm strength kept the pistol from shaking at all. Amidst the screams of "Frost Wind" and the bursting flames, the bullet precisely hit the forehead of a man who had just stood up. After the man was shot, he fell backwards without a sound.

After the explosion and gunshots, the coachman was clearly confused. The horses were also frightened, and the trajectory of the carriage began to become erratic. But Leonardo just grabbed the carriage like this, tilting his head and pulling the trigger repeatedly with one hand. After six shots, the number of assassins had been reduced by more than half.

But the next moment, Leonardo saw two or three very familiar small hammer-like things flying towards them.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

"Be careful!" Leonardo shouted, and without hesitation, he kicked Francis out of the way. But he himself leaped backwards, rolled sideways to relieve the momentum, and then lay down on the ground to reload the bullet. Francis didn't realize it all at once, and fell on the ground in a panic. Fortunately, his years of fighting experience made him roll subconsciously, so he didn't get hurt. But the grenade had already exploded, the horse screamed in the flames and fell down, and the carriage also overturned to one side. Thick smoke billowed up, completely obscuring the surrounding sight.

But this is a good opportunity for Leonardo! Leonardo stooped and rubbed against the tail of the overturned carriage. He repeatedly pulled the trigger under the red names, but the assassins couldn't even see the flame of his gun. After he fired six shots. The opponent has only two people left.

Francis killed five with a grenade and a clip, while Leonardo knocked down a dozen assassins with a staggering 100 percent hit rate.

"Leave it to me!" Just when Leonardo was about to continue pretending, he heard Francis yelling loudly: "Catch the living!"

So Leonardo lowered his gun. But he still squinted his eyes, looking down vigilantly.

Francis hung his rifle behind his back and ran forward on all fours like a hound. Then downhill, he leaped ferociously and smashed his knee into the back of one of them. With his right hand, he drew out the rifle hanging behind his back, and the **** of the rifle hit the man on the back of the head.

Then he raised his rifle and yelled sharply at the last man, "Don't run!"

Throw away the gun! immediately! Otherwise, I'll kill you fat bastard!

Hearing that, the man stopped immediately. He dropped the pistol at his feet and raised his hands with his back to Francis.

"Kick it away!" Francis yelled, "You bastard! Don't think about it!

The man didn't answer, just raised his hands and gently kicked the gun away.

Francis approached him slowly, rifle raised. Three steps away from the man, the man suddenly jumped forward on the side opposite to the pistol.

Francis subconsciously fired two shots in the direction where the pistol landed when the man suddenly moved. When he realized that he had guessed wrong, it was too late—the assassin turned around and raised his right arm towards Francis, aimed at Francis with his hollow sleeve, and rested his left hand under the elbow of his right arm!

The cyan reflection lit up in his sleeves, that was the light of the metal crossbow under the moon!

A moment later, gunshots streaked across the night sky.