The pampered palm of the president

Chapter 834

Situ Qingyin and Chu Mo who rushed over from behind clapped each other's hands, gave each other a tacit look, and then rushed out after finding their target.

Situ Qingyin circled behind a sniper.

The sniper was lying down looking for the target, and suddenly felt a chill in his back, and was about to roll over, but his throat was cut from behind.

Before dying, he only saw a pure white mask appear from behind.

The deep black eyes behind the mask were gloomy, like the eyes of a devil, beautiful but breathtaking.

After finishing off the sniper, Situ Qingyin quickly stomped off the sniper rifle and rushed towards the person on the other side.

Most of his targets were snipers. Not long after, more than a dozen people were killed by him, and snipers accounted for most of them.

The others were just random results when he approached.

He did this kind of thing smoothly, without any delay.

Since the end of the experience, Situ Song handed him over to Yuan Buchang, he did not know how many similar things, and he has already formed a habit.

On the other hand, Chu Mo's methods are much more beautiful.

He usually finds the target, rushes to sprinkle a handful of powder, and stabs the opponent's back with his sword when the opponent is unresponsive. Usually, the enemy dies without even struggling.

When Tang Zhe Jiuwei and others arrived later, they had already killed several of them.

Kyuubi's eyes were red, and he rushed over to grab a green-clothed soldier, without taking a weapon, and twisted the man's neck with his bare hands, and then he didn't confirm whether the man was dead, and rushed to another man with his foot.

Her murderous movements were not slow, but the movements were much louder than those made by Situ Qingyin and the others.

Coupled with her flaming red dress, in this gray northern world, she is like a blazing flame that is burning passionately, and her steps are like a peerless bloodthirsty red lotus in full bloom.

Compared with these three people, the other people's methods are much mediocre, but the killing speed is not too slow.

They were like wolves in a herd of sheep. Although there were only seven or eight of them, they quickly caused quite a commotion.

"Shangfeng has a life. Those who capture them alive will be granted first-class merit and rewarded with tens of millions. Those who kill one person will be awarded third-class merit and rewarded with a million."

The order from above came down quickly, and hundreds of people surrounded them.

"The good show is coming."

The thin lips under Situ Qingyin's mask were slightly raised, and his black eyes were bloodthirsty.

He rushed into the crowd, the short dagger in his hand was replaced by a slightly longer [-] cm long sword at some point, and people always fell down wherever he passed.

Not long after, the small sword in his hand was already stained red with blood, and when he swung it, blood beads flew into the air, which was dazzling.

No amount of merit can stop everyone from fearing this masked devil, and no amount of reward can keep them from trembling under the dagger that reaps their lives.

Where Situ Qingyin went, those people whose eyes were reddened by military achievements woke up and ran away one after another.

He moved so fast that the sniper's sniper rifle couldn't aim at him at all.

Often, as soon as the sniper rifle was positioned on him, the man under the red dot had disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by someone with a frightened face on their side.

Nine tails and others also moved after Situ Qingyin.

To them, the encirclement of the enemy is like lambs raised in captivity. If they sprint casually, the opponent will be defeated.

"fire."

An indifferent order sounded, and the soldiers around Situ Qingyin suddenly showed despair, and some even dropped their guns and ran out of range.

(End of this chapter)