Zijing felt the solemn atmosphere around her, slowly stood up, and looked at the bulletproof vest man who asked her a question just now, "What about you?"
Looking closely, the vest's face is resolute and his eyes are sharp, like a cheetah in the dark night.
It exudes a bloodthirsty evil aura all over his body, and at first glance, it is tempered by thousands of hammers in blood.
The cold gaze of the vest was not traced, and he glanced Ziqing up and down lightly.
For this strange incident, the conclusion just reached was broken again because of this woman who landed suddenly.
Almost instantly, he saw through the protective colors of these people and recognized their true identities.
The vest said lightly: "Follow us." ” Zi Jing hurriedly asked: "What about you, what is your memory before this?"
The information was not equal, and she couldn't make a more comprehensive prediction of the environment she was in.
Several people glanced at each other, although the result of their discussion just now made people feel incredibly frightened, but seeing that Ziqing was just an ordinary woman, they didn't want to pay attention to her question, and after glancing at her, they all chose not to make a sound, and subconsciously approached the man in the vest.
Seeing the reactions of these people, Ziqing had a bad premonition in his heart, which also confirmed the conjecture just now.
Therefore, they were all completely unaware, suddenly abducted by a mysterious force, and then put on a parachute, and then dropped into this dense forest.
In an instant, countless questions popped up in Ziqing's mind: What kind of mysterious force has taken them captive?
Why they were chosen What are they doing here?
The identity of these people Ziqing can guess from their dress, demeanor and demeanor.
The bulletproof vest man who seems to have a tendency to become the leader of this gang should be a member of the special forces.
Two women, one of whom was about twenty years old, had permed blonde hair and curly hair that was draped behind his head, and a graceful figure with exaggerated makeup, but at this time it was also painted.
Wearing a camisole top and ultra-short jeans, revealing a beautiful little waist, her chest was full, and with her exaggerated breathing, two seductive rabbits were about to come out, revealing snow-white straight and slender thighs.
The two arms are wrapped around the chest, except for the exaggerated earrings that look like large steel rings and the bug bracelet on the wrist, the upper and lower red stripes can be seen at a glance.
It looks like it's supposed to be a nightclub princess or something like that.
The other is the opposite, in his thirties, without powder, with his hair combed back in a bun, looking very smart.
Long shirt and long sleeves, a pair of high-top cowhide boots similar to Ziqing's feet on his feet, trouser cuffs tied inside, and a knife on the outside of his calf.
He wore a grass-green long-sleeved shirt with a waistband and a slightly loose canvas jacket over it.
Ziqing noticed that when she just fell to the ground, one of her hands subconsciously touched the jacket to see that her expression was cold and calm, and she did not panic and scream in this strange and strange environment, and knew that her identity must be unusual.
Probably a personal bodyguard or agent.
The other five men, in addition to the vest that asked Ziqing just now, the other four, a man with glasses, looked polite, but Ziqing felt the coldness occasionally revealed by the other party through the thick glass sheet.
The smell of formalin wafted through the air, and it seemed that it was inseparable from a profession such as a doctor.
He hadn't taken out his weapon just now, but he had better hidden it in his cuffs, and if she guessed correctly, it should have been a scalpel.
Even a doctor is not unusual to put a scalpel in his cuff at any time.
A stout man in a dark camouflage uniform, with a machine gun in his hand, a bullet belt on his shoulder, and a grenade on his waist, his eyes were fierce, and he seemed to be very excited, and he was really afraid that the machine gun in his hand would accidentally go off.
Needless to say, it should belong to the category of mercenaries.
A thin man in a grass-yellow robe, with the word xxx on his back, is a prisoner.
He subconsciously hid behind another man in uniform, who was holding a pistol in his hand, paying attention to the situation in the field while being wary of the thin man next to him.
There was also a man in a neat suit, in his early thirties, with shoulder-length hair dyed granny gray and parted in the middle, with his hair hanging down just to block most of his cheeks.
Thick eyebrows, short black stubble, give people a very gloomy feeling.
While everyone looked around curiously and nervously about this strange place, he just put his hands at his side and watched it all calmly.
Sociable women, special forces, mercenaries, agents, suits, prisoners, doctors, uniforms, eight people, eight people of different professional identities were gathered here.
Zijing didn't find anything in common between them.
They should not know each other.
The vest was obviously a little disappointed with Ziqing's answer, but his good psychological quality hid this emotion in time and adjusted.
He was about to choose a direction and get out of this jungle first.
But I heard an urgent cry for help from the depths of the forest: "Help, help" Everyone's expression is a Ling.
There was a click, and the person with the gun immediately loaded the gun, or touched the weapon in his arms, and completed the dodge move in an instant.
In an instant, their own super professional quality was revealed.
The vest held the gun in his right hand, and made a gesture with his left hand, except for the princess, the rest of the people immediately divided into two columns behind him, raised their guns to guard the cat's waist, and stepped forward The prisoner rubbed beside the princess, his eyes went straight to the crack of the other's shorts, and he was slapped on the head by the suit, and followed the group.
The princess stood in place and cried with her arms crossed, her thin skin and tender flesh, and she was still wearing high heels under her feet, the fallen leaves in the forest rotted into mud, breeding mosquitoes and poisonous ants, and after a while, her body was full of red envelopes, and her shoes were trapped in the knots of dead leaves and roots and branches, and she almost lost her feet.
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Ziqing's question was directly ignored, and when she heard the cry for help at this moment, she didn't follow impatiently to join in the fun.
She has nothing on her except this dagger, and not only will she not be able to help if she keeps up, but she will also put her own life on the line if she is not careful.
He simply leaned down and continued to cut the rope.
The rope of the parachute is very tough and durable, and the parachute cloth is also very wear-resistant and tensile resistant.
With a knife, I finally cut off a piece of umbrella cloth, folded its edges, left a gap, and tied the four corners to make a simple backpack.
The clothes on his body are just ordinary shirts, and he doesn't even have a pocket, which Ziqing is very unaccustomed to.
So he cut another piece of umbrella cloth and folded it into a wide-brimmed belt and tied it around his body, so that he could tuck small objects into the folds.
The rest of the rope was also pulled up and put in the bag.
After tidying up, I tidied up and down my whole body, and the trouser cuffs and cuffs should be tied tightly. t1706231537: