infinite boiling

Chapter 106 2V2

"Hide!" After using so many impact bombs, Tang Zheng was already familiar with its performance and explosion range, but seeing the waste of time, he felt a little anxious.

"When you run out of energy, you will die. You might as well stop and fight with me." Tang Zheng roared, and dropped another bomb. He didn't expect the opponent to stop, he just needed to distract himself, the speed It will subconsciously slow down, or it will hit an obstacle or something.

"Do you think I'm stupid, idiot?" The fugitive gasped, but he didn't forget to reply Tang Zheng.

"You are an idiot, three against one, can you run away!" Tang Zheng continued to stimulate the fugitive.

"Nonsense, you are not in the same group. Aren't you afraid of being exploited by those two people?" The fugitive began to state the pros and cons to Tang Zheng.

"Impossible?" Tang Zheng hesitated, "How can you be sure."

Hearing Tang Zheng's question, the fugitive looked happy. He felt that the lunatic must be worried, so he immediately turned his lips and babbled a lot, which meant nothing more than Tang Zheng's doing something that was harmful to others.

Tang Zheng had no expression on his face, but his heart was overjoyed. This guy is really an idiot. He said so much while running fast, can he catch his breath? He can even hear the fugitives whistling from 15 meters away. There was a loud gasp that almost tore the chest cavity apart.

Half a minute later, the guy had to stop, leaning his back against a tree, breathing desperately, of course he did not forget to look at Tang Zheng vigilantly, he was holding a bomb in his hand, but he didn't throw it, as if he wanted to use it This thing put pressure on Tang Zheng.

"You think you're an iron lung, idiot." Tang Zheng continued to tease the fugitive's emotions, and at the same time rushed over desperately. At this time, he really wanted to tell the other party that what you should do is to throw the bomb and force the enemy to consume energy , rather than such a stalemate.

"Maybe he doesn't have many bombs?" Tang Zheng considered this possibility, and at this time he also saw the face of the fugitive. He was about [-] years old, with trousers on his lower body and a shirt on his upper body, and his tie was crooked. To the extreme man.

At this moment, his face was full of worry and panic. Seeing Tang Zheng draw out his dagger and run over without any hesitation, he froze for a moment, and then threw the bomb.

Tang Zheng rolled over to the right and dropped a bomb at the same time, not to kill the opponent, but because he didn't want him to calmly take out the bomb to fight back and interfere with his judgment by the way.

The fugitive also hurriedly dodged, trying to extend the distance, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do.

"Should we keep throwing bombs, or fight hand-to-hand?" The distance between the two sides was only seven meters. The fugitive was afraid of blowing himself up, but he was not confident in hand-to-hand combat.

"It's the most taboo to hesitate at this time." Tang Zheng rushed into the four-meter range, but still threw a bomb directly behind the fugitive, blocking his retreat.

"You madman." The bomb exploded not far from the two of them, and the frightened fugitive yelled hysterically, "You want to blow yourself up too?"

Tang Zheng rushed towards the fugitive, but part of the fugitive's attention was distracted by the shock wave of the bomb, and he was afraid of being affected.

The fugitive wanted to fight hand-to-hand, but a bomb from Tang Zheng scared him a lot. He was afraid that this lunatic would do something irreversible again, so he quickly reminded him, but before he finished speaking, he was horrified to find that the lunatic had already charged. When he arrived in front of him, holding the dagger was a straight stab.

The fugitive's hairs stood on end, and he hurriedly dodged to the side without even stabbing back. At this moment, only the bright blade in Tang Zheng's hand remained in his eyes, and there were bean-sized drops of sweat on his forehead. drip.

"I won." Tang Zheng knew that he was certain to win, but there was an unspeakable sense of irritability and depression in his heart. He understood why. Looking at the other party's distressed appearance, he was completely a rookie who had never killed anyone before, attacking an innocent person. , It is really inconsistent with Tang Zheng's philosophy.

"Have I started to degenerate too?" Tang Zheng swung the dagger, the fugitive's left arm was half a beat behind, four fingers were cut off immediately, and flew into the air.

"Ah." The fugitive cried out in pain, and was kicked in the abdomen immediately, fell out hard, and rolled on the ground.

"Don't, don't kill me, please, please." The ordinary man cried bitterly and begged for mercy loudly. Root tripped and fell to the ground.

"Please, please." Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching behind him, the ordinary man collapsed, not daring to turn his head. Stop listening to walk in.

The blood from his left hand kept dripping, and a bloody smell began to fill the air.

"I'm sorry." Tang Zheng looked at his prey and reminded himself of the crisis that Zhang Yan might encounter. The two triangles on the radar have slowed down, and they must want to check the situation. Tang Zheng Zheng knew that he had to resolve the battle as soon as possible. Only in this way could he put pressure on the pursuer and let him get rid of the unreasonable thoughts in his mind.

Tang Zheng rushed forward quickly, kicked the unlucky man on the ass, and kicked the unlucky man like shit, then ignored his begging for mercy, and decisively smashed his second kick on the head.

With a bang, the fugitive had a splitting headache and almost passed out, but the next second, his vest felt cold, and all his strength seemed to be drained instantly.

"Am I going to die!" The fugitive turned his head with difficulty, trying to remember the murderer's face, and then cursed him, as well as the bastard who chased him down the first time, also cursed...

Pulling out the sharp blade stuck in the unlucky man's vest, Tang Zheng sighed. He wanted to kill this unlucky man with a single blow, but he took a step forward, and Tang Zheng killed him for the first time. So the straight knife stabbing at his vest was out of position.

"Curse, do I care?" Tang Zheng sneered and stabbed him with a dagger while watching the hapless guy who was losing his life spit out blood and muttered hard to curse himself, the chaser, and the bastards at the organizer. The moment he put his shirt on, Tang Zheng decided to let go of everything.

"I'm not a savior, and I don't bother to do it. As long as I can get back to the room with my friends alive, I will do anything!" Tang Zheng squatted down, quickly cut the totem seal on the back of the unlucky man's left hand, and kept repeating This passage, it seems, is the only way to ease the guilt in his heart.

Because he was in a hurry, the cutting process was quite rough. A large piece of skin on the back of his hand was cut off, and even bloody muscles were attached. But Tang Zheng couldn't care less, put it in his pocket, and searched his body roughly. After taking off the white waist bag, he glanced at the camera radar, and embarked on the killing journey again. There was still a chaser waiting for him to clean up.

Thanks to the two book friends, A Greed and Beiming Yao, for their generous rewards!
There are many things during the holidays, and I have been slack. I started to work hard on coding this week, and kept changing twice a day.

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Regarding the character of the protagonist, in order to write a hearty and refreshing book, some revisions need to be made!
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