Coroner Coroner

"If it were you, you would definitely do the same."

The watermelon-headed thin man cast a cold glance at the dead body, and then followed his elder brother without hesitation, turned around and continued to flee into the depths of the mountain forest.

Without the burden of the fat man, they escaped much faster.

After a while, the two climbed to the top of the hill.

They breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and then took advantage of the wide view from the high ground to look back to observe the movement in the woods:

"Damn-"

"They're still coming!"

The watermelon-headed thin man vaguely saw two figures that were constantly moving forward in the woods, disappearing and appearing from time to time.

And every time these two figures disappeared and reappeared, the other figure would be closer to where they were.

Obviously, Lin Xinyi and Bermoder knew the direction they were fleeing from, and they pursued them persistently.

He couldn't help cursing subconsciously:

"Are these two fellows dogs?"

"How do they know where we are?!"

As soon as these words were said, the thin man faintly felt that something was wrong.

He looked down at his bleeding arm:

The blood flowed all the way, intermittently connecting in a line on the ground, which was more reliable than the guiding elves.

In other words, as long as he is alive and bleeding, they will never be able to get rid of those two "immortals".

And as the blood couldn't stop flowing more and more, his body would inevitably become weaker and weaker.

The speed of escape will also become slower and slower.

In the end...became a burden like that fat man.

Think about the ending of that guy just now, and think about the decisiveness of the elder brother when he ordered the murder...

Thinking of this, the skinny watermelon-headed man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He immediately clenched the gun in his hand with difficulty, and looked at the elder brother next to him warily.

"Hey... what are you thinking?!"

The long-haired brother spread his hands with a strange expression.

He put the gun straight into his pocket, looked at his only remaining brother with empty hands, and said that he would not pose any threat:

"Now there are only two of us left, isn't it courting death if we fight among ourselves again?"

"Besides, I see the current situation..."

"Even if you are killed, the other party will still come to you if there is no blood to guide the way."

The long-haired brother sighed deeply, as if he suddenly thought of something that made people despair:

"Remember that dog?"

"I suspect...this dog is not an ordinary dog."

A pretty boy with a tender face and a delicate big beauty, who looked harmless, turned out to be two gods descended from the earth.

And Caesar had to be like a roaring dog, and he followed the two "fairies"...

If you think about it, its identity is probably not simple.

"If that dog is a trained police dog or military dog, then it is impossible for us to escape its pursuit."

"And those two guys are as good as monsters, and their physical strength must be stronger than ours."

"Pair that with that big dog that might be able to track... there's no way we're going to get rid of them!"

The long-haired brother made some analysis, and his face became more and more ugly.

The watermelon-headed thin man finally realized the desperate situation he was in at the moment:

If the dog really had the ability to track scents, then there was really no hope for the two of them.

"What should I do, brother?"

After narrowly escaped death, the thin man could no longer care about internal strife.

He unknowingly let down his vigilance, and asked his elder brother how to deal with it in a distraught manner.

"What else can I do?" The long-haired brother gritted his teeth: "Fight!"

"Fight with them?" The thin watermelon-headed man felt guilty:

"Just the two of us... can we fight?"

On the opposite side is a sharpshooter and a fighter. They are just two ordinary mobs, one of whom is still bloody.

What to fight for?Who gave the courage to fight?

"It's ok!"

As expected of the eldest brother, the voice of the long-haired man remained calm.

He quietly approached his younger brother, and whispered with a serious expression:

"As long as we follow my plan, we still have hope to make a comeback."

"It's just that before I start, I have to borrow something from you."

"Borrow what?" the thin watermelon-headed man asked stupidly.

"Borrow your..."

The long-haired man moved closer:

"Life!"

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After seeing the body of the short-haired fat man, Lin Xinyi and Belmode set off again soon, following the bloodstains and continuing to chase forward.

It didn't take long for them to catch up to the position near the top of the mountain.

"Be careful."

Belmode slowed down and reminded Lin Xinyi to pay attention to safety:

"Attack a high ground from a low place, and beware of an ambush from the enemy condescending."

"Keep a distance from me, don't let your body show too much from behind the tree."

"En." Lin Xinyi replied seriously.

He also imitated Belmode, taking the trouble to use the big tree as a cover, and carefully moved forward alternately.

And in the next second, this seemingly redundant security measure worked:

boom!boom!boom!boom!

There was a series of popping gunshots in the woods above.

Lin Xinyi and Belmode reacted quickly, bowed and hid behind the tree, keeping concealed on the spot.

"Are they planning to fight us desperately?"

"maybe…"

Belmode responded noncommittally.

But at the same time, she frowned slightly:

"There's something wrong with the situation."

"The few noises just now didn't sound like the sound of normal bullets firing."

"Besides, those bullets didn't know where they went...it doesn't seem like they were aimed at us at all."

Belmode faintly sensed something strange.

But out of caution, she still stopped and continued to observe the situation, and did not rush forward to chase.

Soon, a strange smell gradually filled the woods, as if something had been ignited.

"I understand…"

"Those two guys still have some brains."

Belmode leaned out from behind the tree and signaled Lin Xinyi to follow her and continue to pursue:

"They lit a fire, then threw the bullets into the fire, and used the high temperature to make the propellant of the bullet explode, making a sound like a gunshot."

"It's just a little scare ploy to slow us down."

"I see."

Lin Xin nodded to express his understanding, and then followed with confidence.

Sure enough, before they had gone far, they saw a shadowy fire shining among the forest leaves on the top of the mountain.

The person who set the fire should have left long ago.

This is just a trap laid out by the other party.

In order to prevent the fire from growing into a mountain fire, Lin Xinyi rushed forward and stamped out the cluster of flames with his feet.

Only then did he realize that what was set on fire was not any vegetation, but a piece of clothing.

It was a suit jacket, a jacket that had been mostly burned.

Although the coat had been burnt to a bad shape, on the still intact part of the fabric, people could still clearly see the scarlet blood stained on it.

Lin Xinyi was about to carefully observe the shape of the blood on the coat, but Belmode suddenly grabbed his hand and led him to hide:

"careful!"

"There's a figure behind that tree!"

"What?" Lin Xinyi stopped carefully, then followed Belmod's gaze and looked up:

Behind a big tree not far away, there seemed to be a real person standing.