Female president's private killer

Half an hour later, Duan Tiandao opened his eyes for a second. At this time, the clouds in the sky are being blown close by the sea wind, and the jungle is gray and gloomy, but the heat brought by the sun still lingers. When stepping on the land, the heat wave is still steaming under your feet.

Duan Tiandao walked for two hours and rested for half an hour, alternating day and night.

He walked at a constant speed, keeping about ten kilometers an hour. Of course, Duan Tiandao's speed is far more than ten kilometers. This is to make the wolves following him misjudge.

At a critical time, perhaps the smallest mistake may also turn the situation around.

The wolves are getting closer and closer to Duan Tiandao, but they haven't met Duan Tiandao, and Duan Tiandao doesn't know why these wolves come. After a big circle of the heavenly path, you may find some clues from the traces left by the wolves.

Now there is still plenty of time. Duan Tiandao is slowly moving his body. His skin trembled slightly, and a faint sense of acupuncture was constantly felt on it, which was a sign of danger, indicating that the people behind him never gave up tracking him.

Many wild animals have dangerous natural instincts. Duan Tiandao is not inferior to most wild animals in this regard, or even worse. After learning some mysterious power, he became more sensitive to danger.

Duan Tiandao began to organize his equipment, opened the map in his mind and thought about the next route. Suddenly his heart beat. No matter where these wolves came from, they always need supplies.

He once met a small mountain village on the way. If they had stopped there, they would leave traces.

Duan Tiandao went out of the wooden house. After several kilometers, he suddenly turned in a direction and flew obliquely to the small mountain village.

Less than 60 kilometers from Duan Tiandao, No. 1 and others found some latest traces under a big tree.

On the 10th, the electronic expert opened the map whose accuracy was no worse than that in Duan Tiandao's mind. It prominently marked Duan Tiandao's route these days, almost exactly. The electronic expert made a mark on the latest position, so an almost complete semicircle appeared on the map.

On this map, several places have been marked with red x, scarlet and eye-catching.

"The cunning guy wants to take us around in circles." No. 1 sneered. He glanced at the electronics expert and asked, "is that thing reliable?"

No. 10 raised his head and said seriously, "anyway, no one except the master, just among the thirteen of us, should be able to find and break my device."

No. 1's face was obviously a little unhappy, but he didn't attack. Instead, he looked at the map and said coldly, "if this guy really wants to go around with us, I hope you can give him a big enough surprise."

No. 1 looked at No. 9, who was responsible for tracking, and asked with a little dissatisfaction: "can't we speed up?"

No. 9 was studying the traces left on the ground. Hearing No. 1's inquiry, he looked up and said, "it can't be faster. He left very few traces. Now it's the limit for us to track him. That's because fortunately, there is no extreme climate in this area these days, otherwise a passing typhoon will erase everything. Looking at the time of this trace, it is estimated that the distance between us and him is less than 60 kilometers. In three days, we should be able to enter the range of scattered encirclement attacks. "

"Three more days!" No. 1 is obviously very dissatisfied with this answer, but it is meaningless to blame a No. 9, because there is no better substitute than No. 9.

"Let's keep chasing! And as before, use all means to provoke him and let him come to us by himself. Now rest for half an hour, and the whole team will leave in 30 minutes! " Number one gave the order.

The members of the team set up a foldable marching pot, put the rations into the pot, and then inject water. There is a switch under the pot. As long as you press it, the high-temperature flame from solid fuel can boil the rations in three minutes. Each pot is equipped with a kilogram of fuel, enough to use for a month.

No. 2 ate his ration slowly. Anyway, he had ten minutes to eat. He was not in a hurry.

The equipment they carry is exquisite, simple and practical. Almost every piece contains the world's top technology. Compared with Duan Tiandao, who fled in a hurry, they are much more prepared. The longer they delay, the better it will be for them.

Three minutes to cook, two minutes to eat, ten minutes to eat and 15 minutes to rest. The action of this team is as accurate as a clock.

Fifteen minutes later, he had a dreamless sleep on the 2nd. As soon as the alarm clock rang, he jumped up in high spirits.

No. 1 looked at No. 2 with some respect. After several days of continuous tracking, others began to look tired. Only No. 1 and No. 2 were not tired.

It's really not a simple person to be the number two of this team.

Night soon fell, and the cold wind dissipated the heat of the day.

Duan Tiandao stood quietly, looking at the small mountain village one kilometer away. Under the deep night, at this distance, even with his vision, he can only vaguely see a general outline.

The wind came on my face, and the smell of putrefaction flashed across my nose. This kind of smell can be smelled from time to time in the jungle. It is the smell of rotten bodies after the death of various animals. But tonight's breath is stronger and much fresher.

The hill village was silent.

Duan Tiandao spent half a night outside this small mountain village last time.

Although usually at this time, most people in Xiaoshan village should fall asleep. But there will still be a small number of people active, drinking wine, teaching their children, or doing some housework with their mother-in-law.

This small mountain village tonight is too quiet.

Duan Tiandao took down the sniper gun on his shoulder, loaded the bullet, and then dived to the small mountain village like a ghost.

Every corner of Xiaoshan village is stored in Duan Tiandao's map, not plane, but three-dimensional.

This is one of the necessary abilities of a killer. When necessary, draw the whole topographic map in your mind, and don't let go of every corner.

It can be said that Duan Tiandao already knows this small mountain village like the back of his hand. This small mountain village has more than 200 residents, old and young, men and women. The scale is neither large nor small.

It seems that the countryside is around the city. This sentence is still very reasonable.

In such a developed area as nanchun, there are still such self-sufficient primitive villages in the forests and mountains around it.

The buildings in the small mountain village form a ring, which is mostly for the purpose of defending against foreign beasts. In the center is a small open space, which is usually a place for residents to meet or entertain. The village head's residence, a small stone house, is located on the edge of the open space.

Now there are more things in the open space that didn't exist.

A three or four meter long wooden pole with a corpse hanging on it swayed back and forth in the fierce night wind. A gust of wind occasionally turned the body around. Through the faint night light, you can recognize that the body is a very old old man and should be the head of a small mountain village.

A rope passed the village head's neck and hung him on a wooden pole. But the rope didn't seem to be the cause of the village head's death. There were burning marks everywhere on his body. His whole body had almost turned into coke. Several intact limbs seemed to be deliberately preserved, because carbonized clothes were deeply embedded in it.

However, his face miraculously did not have any burning marks, and it is precisely because of this that his expression of extreme pain before his death can be engraved.

Under the wooden pole is a heavy base, which is made of stacked corpses.

Duan Tiandao slowly looked at them one by one. These corpses had one thing in common. No matter how incomplete their limbs became, their faces were well preserved, together with those expressions of despair, pain, anger and shouting.

According to a rough estimate, more than 40 bodies were stacked under the wooden pole. Now the weather is still very hot, and the bodies have begun to rot highly. From time to time, there are unspeakable maggots drilling in and out of the rotten meat.

In the quiet open space, Duan Tiandao stood alone in this strange scene, like the immortal spirit in the cemetery.

Not only the open space in the center, many houses in the small mountain village are emitting fresh putrefaction. The whole small mountain village has become a cemetery, and only a few places still have faint breathing sounds.

He bent down slowly and pulled up the charred arm of a dead body. At the tentacle, the charcoal ash flew immediately. Obviously, the flesh and blood had been completely burned. However, at the end of the charcoal ash, there was still a thin layer of flesh and blood attached to the bone.

Strangely, the outer layer of the arm has been completely carbonized, but the flesh and blood of the inner layer is quite intact. This shows that the flame temperature burned on the corpse is very high, far higher than the general flame, so that the blood and meat can be completely carbonized in a short time of contact.

Duan Tiandao thought for a moment before he stood up.

Duan Tiandao didn't move the corpse in the open space, but gently pushed open the door of a nearby shed. You can see a thin old man sitting in the shed. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at the door. His turbid eyes slipped over Duan Tiandao, but there was no response.

In the shed of only a few square meters, in addition to the old man, there are three bodies, a man, a woman and a child. The body had already rotted, and there was a strong smell everywhere in the shed, but the old man didn't feel it.

Duan Tiandao disappeared like a ghost, and the old man still sat blankly.

At this time, those who still stay in the small mountain village are old people who can't move. They can only wait here to die.

When Duan Tiandao was ready to leave, he suddenly stopped. Something caught his attention. It was the sound of the night wind turning the printed matter.

Among the corpses in the open space, a corner of a book appeared very abrupt.

Duan Tiandao's fingers gently touched the cover of the book, and then slowly pulled it out from under the body. This is a palm sized booklet, about one centimeter thick. The black hard cover is beautifully made. On it is the title of the book in gilded Gothic: Revelation.

Opening the cover, the title page reads in beautiful and gorgeous flower script: "may the lost traveler enjoy rest from now on."

The signature is: No1.

These trackers may kill these innocent people to annoy him, or to hide their tracks, or to be cheap.

But no matter what it is, it can't shake Duan Tiandao's mind. He has seen too many dead people. If these people think this can affect him, it's too immature.

Duan Tiandao closed the revelation, put it upright in front of the corpse pile, and then disappeared into the night.

At night, thirteen people walked in the jungle like wolves. The real king of this land at night, groups of rotten wolves seem to smell the smell of danger and disappear without a trace.

The first nine suddenly stopped, carefully identified the traces on the ground, sniffed in the wind and said, "he changed direction here."

No. 1 looked in the direction of No. 9's finger, which was the direction of the small mountain village, so a cold smile floated from the corners of his mouth: "it seems that our trap is going to work."

The wolves seemed to smell blood, turned around and began to accelerate slowly.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was getting brighter.

In the light of the dawn, Duan Tiandao saw twelve wooden stakes standing high on the top of the mountain at the exit of the village and twelve bodies wearing on the stakes a few kilometers away.

When he saw the twelve bodies, Duan Tiandao couldn't help but move slightly in his heart. He didn't stop. He ran to the top of the mountain at a uniform speed, and then stopped.

On the twelve wooden stakes are the bodies of nine men and three women. They are very young. They should be the unit responsible for hunting and obtaining food in the village.

This time no one has been burned by the fire, but the pain has not been alleviated much. The dried up blood flow track of the pile shows that they were still alive when they were penetrated by the wooden pile from below.

Duan Tiandao's eyes suddenly twitched imperceptibly and slowly walked towards the twelve wooden piles.