Long Yun's eyes were full of blue flames.
The bullet was aimed at Jiro's heart, and he knew very well that these black-clad soldiers had a different physique from ordinary people, and as long as they kept shooting at one point, they could cause fatal injuries.
But at this time, Long Yun had completely entered a state of rage, and the blood gushing out of the king's abdomen completely plunged him into an extreme rage.
Since last night, too many teammates have been injured.
The poet's life and death are uncertain, the duke is seriously wounded, and now it is the king's turn.
For Long Yun, it was the worst day of his life, even more unbearable than when he almost drowned in the waters of the Pacific Ocean ten years ago.
The king was Lao Yu's subordinate in the Outlaw Corps, and after completing the contract from the outside of the law, the king followed Lao Yu to join Magnum Inc., and later joined the newly formed Ghost Group as a grenadier and bomb expert.
After Long Yun joined the ghost team, Lao Yu was his tactical guide, and the king was his EOD mentor.
The Frenchman put his artistic talent to work, whether it was planting explosive devices or defusing bombs of all kinds, his methods can be called art.
The relationship between teacher and friend has been maintained to this day, and now the king is limp and paralyzed on the loess road, blood gushing out of his abdomen, and it is obvious that his injuries are very serious.
Emptying the bullets in the magazine, Long Yunxun took out his pistol and fired one after another.
Jiro didn't give him any chance at all, and his degree had become extremely terrifying under the ascension of "Imperial Wind".
Long Yun saw a flower in front of him, no one could see it clearly, he was kicked in the chest, and the person flew out seven or eight meters upside down, and fell to the ground with a thud.
"GhostAlthough you are a famous mercenary in Africa and a half-breed of Moria, in my eyes, you are no different from other Chinese."
Jiro contemptuously unhooked the automatic rifle hanging from his back and threw his hand on the ground, "The Sick Man of East Asia" He pulled out the katana on his back and swung it downward, sending a string of sparks to the ground.
"Get up, you bastard" Jiro triumphantly lowered the tip of his sword to the ground: "As a warrior, you should stand up and fight me" With that, he kicked the soles of his feet on the ground, and the huge force caused the loess on the ground to sink into a small nest, and the dust was raised, and the people shot like arrows towards Long Yun.
"What is Moria half-breed talking about" Long Yun felt as if his chest was about to crack, and the Venus in front of him was soaring, and his vision was clear for a while and blurred for a while.
This kick is really bearable The damn Japanese man in front of him is indeed amazingly powerful, and he doesn't know if his ribs are broken, and he feels a dull pain.
"What is he talking about" Long Yun was puzzled by the series of strange ridicules from Jiro's mouth, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what was going on.
But Jiro's words and the blood of his teammates have already made his anger arrive, and now is not a good time to ask Jiro, it is clear that this Japanese guy wants his own life Jiro leaped into the air three meters in front of Ryuyu, and the katana moved sharply high, as if an arc of white light behind him.
It's just Eagle Strike, a special move in the ninjutsu of the Japanese Iga sect He jumped and slashed in the air, like a flying eagle, like a rainbow, as if he was going to split Long Yun and the Ural truck in half An invisible pressure completely enveloped the dragon clouds, and the shadow of death swept over the sky like a huge dark cloud.
"It's over" Long Yun almost gave up his fighting spirit, Jiro's strength was simply incredible, and he had a feeling of insignificance.
Like an ant on the ground looking up to an elephant, there is no hope of victory. rumble There was another slight explosion.
Following the prestige, the hood of the Ural truck where the old fish was located was blown open, and the fire swallowed the entire cab in an instant like a hungry wolf.
"Old Fish" Long Yun was shocked all over his body and was grief-stricken.
It's all over The king was not saved, and the old fish was finished That's it No This damn Red Army, damn the black-clad soldiers, and this damn Japanese burst Jiro, who was leaping in the air, saw a bright light flash in front of him, and his chest was smashed as if it had been hit by a log that had hit the temple bell, and the sudden huge impact knocked him backwards, and the swift attack of the "Eagle Strike" was crushed in an instant A cold feeling invaded his chest, and even if he had the will to ignore the pain, he couldn't help but cry out "ah" at this time Like a broken kite, Jiro fell directly from the air to the ground, and with a thud he sent dust to the ground.
"Uhh A "Mad Dog" tactical assault knife was firmly rooted in his chest, no longer reaching the hilt, and the blade did not leave any room for it.
"How could this be" He couldn't believe his eyes, under the movement of the "Wind Resistant" rune, his degree and strength had reached the extreme, and he would be hit by a tactical knife that he couldn't see clearly How so Suddenly, he felt a flow of air in the air, and the sand around him was slowly swept up, like the wind.
"This is" He raised his head, and Long Yun in the distance had already stood up and walked towards this side step by step, the pace was quite slow, but with each step, Jiro felt that the ground was trembling slightly.
"How can this be" He repeated the phrase again.
On this mission, Abe Shin was responsible for going to the mining area to attack the commissioner of the Operations Department of the "Sky Screen" company there, while he was responsible for another order to intercept and kill the ghost team, which was actually to kill a Chinese named Long Yun in the ghost team.
As for why he didn't ask, he didn't need to ask.
A servant of the gods will only act according to the instructions of his superiors, and the superiors are his masters, and Atlantis has a clear hierarchy and a long tradition.
When he lost three of his men in the jungle, Jiro was not shocked.
After all, the guards are only stronger than humans, and they are not invincible.
When he saw Long Yun cleanly killing his six subordinates on the highway, he was not shocked, after all, this was after the collision of the two cars, and his subordinates were still confused, this Chinese just took advantage of the loophole and took a trick.
When he saw the blue flame in Long Yun's eyes, he seemed to understand something, this Chinese had the blood of Moria, but he looked like a hybrid under the combat power, maybe the lowest kind of the third level But at this time, when he raised his head to look at Long Yun again, his heart was trembling, and he trembled involuntarily.
A sense of fear that inexplicably creeps out from the depths of my heart.
God, this scarred Chinese, is it not that Moriah's second-level mixed blood is already a second-level mixed blood, if he is only a second degree, how can there be such invisible coercion As Long Yun got closer and closer, Jiro felt like a bird struggling by the turbine of motivation, ready to be swept into it at any moment.
"Baga" he bit off a small section of his tongue fiercely, the pain and blood made him gather a trace of strength, and the "Wind Resistance" rune on the knife body once again appeared dazzling red Like a bullet that had been hit by a primer, he shot at Long Yun suddenly, and the long sword swung out an impenetrable light and shadow, covering his entire figure, which could block the cyclone from Long Yun's body.
Five meters Three meters One meter He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and concentrated all his strength to concentrate the slashing force of the sword on Long Yun's head at one point A blow with all the power of the sword Wow There was a crunch Jiro's pupils dilated dramatically, and the scene in front of him almost made him unable to hold the knife The blade hung above Long Yun's head, blocked by a layer of invisible energy, and no matter how hard he tried, the knife would no longer sink for half a minute "You" He saw that Long Yun's eyes had turned blue, and the flames seemed to burst out of his sockets.
Grat Under Jiro's desperate urging, a slight crack appeared on the blade of Taito bite The knife broke Long Yun stretched out his hand, barely encountering any resistance from Jiro, and easily snatched the sword into his hand like picking fruit from a tree. burst The remaining 5o blade of the broken knife completely pierced Jiro's heart, just like Jiro had stabbed through the king just now "You" Jiro's eyes slowly dimmed, and he couldn't believe what was in front of him, as if he was in a dream It's weird Long Yun said word by word: "I'm going to kill you" He jerked out the sword, and Jiro fell to his knees with a thud, a wisp of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Click The half-broken sword flashed a cold light in the shape of a moon arc in the sunlight.
Jiro looked at Long Yun fixedly, like a stupid person.
A second later, a blood streak appeared on Jiro's neck, and then with a pop, blood gushed out from the Jin artery, which was two meters high strike His entire head, with a severed neck, rolled two meters away from the ground like a broken football.
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Long Yun finally relaxed, the whole person seemed to collapse, as soon as his hand was loosened, the knife fell to the ground with a choked sound, and he also fell to the ground softly.
He saw a large convoy of vehicles approaching the road in the distance, apparently a convoy of rebels finally arriving.
Long Yun was already close to a coma, and he no longer had the strength to stand up.
That's it The last thought flashed through his mind, and he glanced at Lao Yu's truck, and the raging fire was getting bigger and bigger In a daze, I heard someone shouting his name, and someone was desperately pulling his hand and shaking it violently.
"Long Yun, what's wrong with you, Long Yun, wake up" rumble The explosion was heard, the guns rang out again, and the first car of the rebel convoy in the distance suddenly turned into a ball of fire, billowing smoke and tumbling down the cliff
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