si-mexico Chapter 606
Chapter 606
Shen Bei rushed out of the valley and headed straight for the northwest corner of the island.
There is a cliff over there, just jump down.
It was also the place where Molik fled and died.
It took only a few minutes to run back along the ridge.
Shen Bei noticed from a distance that there was grass shaking at 2 o'clock.
It might be Chi Yunlie's men rushing back.
Shen Bei climbed up a tall tree, hid in the lush canopy, and gently extended the sniper rifle barrel.
The enemy in front must be eliminated. We cannot retreat recklessly like a train. The tail must be cut off completely.
Shen Bei didn't have to wait for a moment before the enemy appeared.
It was a guy wearing a sniper camouflage, braving the whipping branches, holding a sniper rifle specially used by psychics, and running quickly towards the top of the mountain.
He had a sticky face, a short nose with no bridge, and two thick nostrils like quicksand pits, which squeezed his facial features towards the middle of his face. Fortunately, the other person was a yellow person. If it was a sleek black person, he would have looked like a gorilla running with a gun.
Seeing the right moment, Shen Bei grabbed the Grim Reaper's scythe with his fingers at the moment when the enemy stopped running or jumping, and the sound of the trigger was heard.
"boom"
The bullet shot out of the muzzle, and a sense of pleasure from deep within my soul ignited my heart.
Shen Bei had never had such a feeling when he killed the eighth-level shooting expert sniper. From killing the first enemy who landed on the island to the current sniper shooting, countless opponents died at the hands of his ghost cold gun.
The blood-stained image in the crosshairs is like guiding an amnesiac to regain his nature.
This sticky-faced man, like a stupid mountain bear, had just put on the sniper rifle and just jumped down among the rocks when the bullet penetrated the back of his head.
He knelt on the ground like a repentant prisoner, hugging a big rock. His broad right shoulder was ultimately unable to support his upper body, and he fell under the rock.
He was so pious as if the stone was a gift from God.
The flying dust poured down on him, as if to bury the body.
The back of this guy's head was like the small hole cut in a watermelon to test its ripeness, revealing the hideous red flesh.
The sticky blood quickly soaked the rags wrapped around the back of his head and flowed onto the wet and cold rocks.
The mountain wind kept blowing across Shen Bei's body, and the small blades on the sniper barrel fell on the crosshairs like a shaking little tail.
Shen Bei took a deep breath of the hot air and quietly observed the movements ahead.
The entire island was as silent as if the power had gone out during a noisy concert.
Shen Bei quickly climbed down the tree and continued running.
The mountain wind was like a huge rock rolling down the slope, blowing the shrubs beside it so hard that they could hardly support themselves, just like a little girl covering her face and crying.
Shen Bei's figure passed by quickly.
Keep moving towards the cliff...
Last night, when chasing Molik in the dark, Shen Bei's vision was suppressed. In addition, he was so focused on hunting the enemy that he did not observe the surrounding environment.
Now when I returned along the same route during the day, I discovered that there was a large patch of grass in the middle of the road.
This is a kind of purple grass, no more than 30 centimeters tall. Its branches and leaves are curled, like springs growing on the ground.
I don’t know what it’s called, and I don’t know if it’s edible, but this patch of grass extends almost to the cliff.
As the large plants thin out, it becomes harder to find lush slopes to run up.
He pulled out the dagger from his waist, cut down a few purple bushes and wrapped them around his armor, causing the armor to also turn purple to conceal its camouflage.
Shen Bei moved forward in a jumping manner, pausing every ten meters. Using moving camouflage, he walked forward for twenty minutes, immersed in the purple grass, and groped his way to the top of the cliff.
The grass clumps are like mature women waiting to get married, with their pretty faces lowered shyly, swaying in the wind. The countless purple stems supporting the grass path cut through the sight, making it impossible to look away.