Ninth Special District

In the dark night, to the southwest of Chongdu, in the vast mountains of no man's land, the old nine of Zhang Tian's team, holding a long and narrow T-shaped snow shovel in both hands, was walking backwards while cleaning the footprints in the snow.

About twenty to thirty meters in front, there were two people escorted to the side, observing the surrounding environment, while waiting for Lao Jiu to retreat.

Moving forward, Zhang Tian escorted Zhu Wei and moved forward quickly in a straight line with the three companions. And twenty or thirty meters in front of them were the remaining road openers and Kirill who had been rescued.

The whole team is divided into three parts, the division of labor is clear, and the formation is very tight. All the twelve people wore anti-thermal imaging clothing, and they were also on the Yin side of the mountain at the beginning. It was even darker and darker, making it easy to hide their whereabouts.

During the march, these people seldom spoke and communicated, and just rushed forward. About twenty minutes later, everyone came to the mountain side. Because of the strong sunlight in the day, there is less snow on this side. In some places, the land and rocks have been exposed, and you can see and enter from time to time. The trail stepped on by mountain runners who seek life in the mountains.

After coming here, Lao Jiu didn't need to take the snow shovel to clean up the traces. The people in the team only needed to step on the ground to evacuate.

Ahead, after Zhang Tian and the others speeded up obviously, Lao Jiu carried the snow shovel and was about to catch up with the two companions not far from the front.

"rustle!"

Sacrifice such as kanzagyi.cc sacrifice such as. At this moment, there was a sound of clothing rubbing against the branches on the left side of the woods. Old Jiu was very concentrated and the mountain was very quiet, so he heard the sound for the first time and looked sideways to his left.

The mountain was extremely dark and there was mountain breeze. Old Jiu and the others didn't dare to turn on the lighting equipment, so he stopped and looked forward. It was full of shadows of trees and hazy snow and fog.

Lao Jiu stopped for a few seconds, but he didn't hear any abnormal friction. He withdrew his gaze suspiciously, slowly lowered the snow shovel on his shoulder and carried it on his left hand, while at the same time he took out the pistol with silencer Q in his right hand.

After a short stay, Lao Jiu quickly continued forward to catch up with his front companion.

"rustle…!"

At this moment, a clearer rubbing sound rang out from the back on the left.

Old Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then turned around abruptly, and raised the gun directly with his left hand. The direction of the muzzle was very precise, which was the position behind the left side. But he took a closer look, and there was nothing unusual there.

"Whoo!"

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from a position close to the left, footsteps were obvious, and the speed was extremely fast.

After Lao Jiu heard the footsteps, it was too late to look back, and when he turned around, a snow shovel smashed it.

"Boom!"

A sturdy and powerful thigh kicked the snow shovel head sideways, and Old Jiu's body was startled, and his right hand wanted to lift the gun.

At the moment of the moment, a huge head ran into Lao Jiu's face. He smashed through his nostrils on the spot, and instinctively roared: "Someone!"

"CNM, do you guys cut your throat?!"

In the moonlight, Fu Zhen was carrying a spear and a backpack. His right hand clasped Lao Jiu's wrist with the gun, and he shook it aside, his left hand gripped the army stab, his body pressed forward, and he wiped his neck.

Lao Jiu reacted quickly. He directly raised his head to avoid him. The blade passed by instantly, and his right cheek was cut open on the spot. A five- or six-centimeter-long incision stretched from the chin to the corner of his eye.

Not far away, the two companions pressing on both sides have already turned around.

"He's alone...!" Old Jiu was still shouting when he raised his knees to fight back.

"Boom!"

After Fu Zhen frightened the opponent to face up, his body movements were extremely consistent, his left knee directly pressed against Lao Jiu's abdomen, the latter was hit as if his internal organs were about to shatter, and he instinctively bent over and leaned forward.

"puff!"

Fu Zhen dragged the opponent forward with his right hand, holding the army stab in his left hand, and directly wiped Lao Jiu's neck with a knife, splashing blood half a meter high.

A knife fell, and a gunshot sounded not far away. Fu Zhen dragged Old Jiu's body, stepped sideways and dodged three or four meters away, then pushed him away, turned around and ran away.

A few seconds later, two figures chased him, one went to check on Old Jiu, and the other kept chasing after him.

On the ground, Old Jiu convulsed all over, with blood surging from his neck.

"Little Jiu! Little Jiu!" The fellow brother pressed Old Jiu's neck and yelled a few words in a low voice.

Old Jiu spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and replied intermittently, "Yes...it's the second scene, the person who got off the car first...he...he should have been with him for a long time, don't chase, go!"

After speaking, the old nine died.

As the two talked, Zhang Tian in front had already ran over with them. He glanced at Old Jiu, his whole person was obviously startled.

"Big Brother, Old Jiu is confused and stolen." The brother squatting on the ground looked up.

"Damn it!" Zhang Tian rarely showed negative emotions, and immediately shouted, "Kill him!"

After hearing the sound, everyone chased into the woods on the left.

The five people on Zhang Tian's side were divided into two groups, each group clinging tightly to each other and chasing Fu Zhen extremely fast. But what was strange was that Fu Zhen couldn't fire a shot. He went into the dark woods. As soon as he ran away, there was no movement.

After pressing forward more than ten meters, the fourth child suddenly waved his hand: "Don't move, there is a booby trap."

"Don't make any movement, there is a helicopter above." Zhang Tian immediately reminded him.

"Damn, he doesn't shoot!" The old fourth replied with sweat on his forehead.

"Puff puff…!"

Next to him, his companion fired two more shots at Lin Zinei, turned his head and said: "He can't run far, I inserted it from the side and took off the reflective badge on my body."

Obliquely forward, about eighty meters away, Fu Zhen hid behind a big rock, his left hand dripping with blood.

His meeting with Lao Jiu was what happened within a few seconds, but it was these few seconds that made him consume a lot of energy. He did the old nine and shot the opposite side. While running, Fu Zhen swung his left arm back and took a shot at the position of his little finger.

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Fu Zhen tried to make his breathing steady, lowered his head and let go of his right hand, and glanced at the wound on his left hand.

The little finger has been broken in half, the bone smashed out, the entire finger has been completely deformed, and the finger is tilted out of the palm.

The blood kept flowing, and Fu Zhen tried to clenched his fist, but a heart-piercing pain came from the entire lower part of his palm.

There can't be a hospital here, and Fu Zhen doesn't have medical equipment. It's definitely too late to pick up now, but if he doesn't pick up his finger, it will be broken in half, which will affect his movements. He is left-handed, and the severe pain of the wound makes him almost unable to do anything.

Fu Zhen thought for a while, staring at the half-broken pinky with his eyes blankly, and grabbed it directly with his right hand.

"call!"

Fu Zhen sighed, his eyes fixed on the wound, and his right hand snapped. He only heard a creak, his severed finger was broken off alive.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, this is how many animals are handled!

Decrease bxWx.*co汜. Fu Zhen sweated on his forehead, released his right hand, and directly tore off the inner lining of his clothes. He quickly pinned his little finger to stop the bleeding, then turned and continued to flee diagonally forward, with a very light pace and a clear purpose.

Mi He Mi. …

Chuanfu's helicopter searched the nearby area. Originally, they found nothing, but suddenly an observer on the plane noticed that a big "ten" was drawn in the snow at the foot of a mountain.

Why didn't Fu Zhen shoot?

Because the shot was fired, his position would be exposed immediately. There were more than a dozen people on the other side, and he could completely kill him before the reinforcements arrived.

He is not in good spirits, but his head is clearer than anyone else, otherwise he would dare to go into the mountain alone and hit the other twelve? !

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