Steel steam and flame

It can be said that the rain has not stopped at all, and it is getting heavier and heavier. The dark clouds tangled in the sky indicate that they can remain in this state for a long time.

I don't even want to go out anymore, I stay at home, enjoying the heating and soothing music, adjusting the cold temperature, and the gloomy air of dark clouds covering the sky on rainy days.

"Huh..." Someone breathed out softly. Before the white mist dispersed in front of him, it was shattered by the fine rain curtain.

It was a thin black figure, carrying a black cloth bag and a gun hanging on his body, looking like he was hurrying on his way. His whole body was wet from the rain, his wet hair covered his head, and a pair of red and gold eyes that contrasted with each other were observing the surroundings. He was still panting slightly, and in the darkness, the sound of breathing could only be heard by the black shadow himself. The falling rain hit the ground, and the splashed mud completely turned his feet black and yellow.

In the dark night with a gray curtain of rain, everything was silent except for the cold night air that was immersed in it. Covered with a layer of translucent cloth, everything in the black shadow's eyes seemed blurry.

The light and shadow of the city were left behind by the dark shadow not long ago. This is a suburb, and it can also be seen as a wilderness waiting to be developed. It's been a while since I left the road, and I don't know if anyone is still following me. Heiying was unsure about this matter. The starless night greatly restricted his vision, and the sound of rain completely disabled the operator's sensitive hearing. When he fled on the road, he didn't even have time to identify the direction. He just subconsciously felt that if he was away from the city, the situation might be better after being extremely bad.

This seems to be the actual situation. On the way to the airport, he suddenly felt alarmed. Perhaps it was the gloomy weather and the rain that had not stopped for several days that gave him an illusion. The original plan was to leave here by airship tonight, but in the end he chose to trust his intuition. After all, this senseless feeling had saved his life several times when he was outside the extreme area.

Shortly after abandoning the limo, the light of fire coming from the direction of the road and the sound of a loud explosion confirmed his thoughts. He was indeed being targeted.

Without stopping, the black shadow lowered his body very low, almost squatting, and moved away from the direction of the explosion at an extremely fast speed. On the way, he did not forget to smear the black mud that was constantly washed away by the rain on his face. He tried his best to avoid exposing himself to the enemy's observation range.

It's just that he has never escaped the enemy's pursuit, and the feeling of being watched is firmly stuck on his back.

After bypassing a not-so-high dirt patch, the scenery ahead suddenly became deeper. The sound of rain became louder, and not far away, a fast-flowing river turned a corner. There are some nice trees on the side to strengthen the river bank.

He ran towards the river, his speed becoming much faster at this time. He had already covered a distance of several hundred meters in ten seconds. But at this moment, in the rainy night behind him, an orange light spot lit up on the piece of earth that he had just detoured. The bullets penetrated the rain curtain with a dark red color, and the shattered raindrops completely traced the trajectory lines of the bullets on the gray rain curtain.

Bullets followed his footsteps, and a series of hitting mud fountains bit him forward. The black shadow's body reacted very quickly to the straight-line impact, and forced a turn back in the middle of the road, almost sticking to the ground and hiding behind the nearby big tree.

The tree trunk suddenly exploded, sending fresh sawdust flying. The shadow squatted half down, trying to pull out the tactical knife to see what was going on behind him. But now he had to roll to the side suddenly. As soon as the body left the area covered by the tree trunk, a gray-white passage penetrated from the distance in the rain curtain. The tree trunk exploded almost silently, and the mud fountain splashed by the sniper bullet was like a steel-cased bomb buried in the soil. It was like an explosion.

The shadow didn't dare to stop for the slightest moment. After his tumbling body stabilized, the muscles on his feet began to squirm and burst his pants. The faster speed turned him into a shadow hiding in the darkness, and his movement direction began to be erratic. He rushed towards the river desperately, his strong desire to survive and tremendous pressure taking effect, squeezing every ounce of strength from his body.

The screams of bullets shattering raindrops were heard all around, and black shadows shuttled through the gray ballistic lines. The clothes were scratched by the rotating bullets and torn immediately, and the skin underneath also showed swollen dark red lines. But it did not attract the black shadow's attention. He was now completely focused on the burning sensation on his back. Something locked onto him, it was the sniper rifle just now.

The footsteps changed more frequently, and the body became distorted in the rapid change of direction. Until a round ballistic line penetrated the rain curtain from a distance again, the black shadow's voice became completely distorted at this moment, and his speed was increased to the extreme. The raindrops hitting his face even made him feel a slight pain.

"Dong,,,dong,,," two sounds sounded almost at the same time, a two-meter-high mud fountain and a water splash high on the river splashed at the same time.

"The kill failed." The words were devoid of any emotion.

The rain is getting heavier. Several fully armed teams emerged from the darkness. When they stood by the river, the fine rain curtain and the rushing river water had completely wiped away the mud fountains and water splashes just now, leaving no trace.

The solid beam of a strong flashlight lit up by the river, with a row of orange glimmers shining inside. Dozens of people lowered their guns at this time, firing blunderbuss and rapid-fire machine guns at the turbid river surface. Countless water splashes splashed out and intertwined together. As if that wasn't enough, they pulled the fuse of the steel-cased bomb and threw it into the river. A few seconds later, the river surged, and the vibrations under their feet did not affect the bodies of these people standing upright in the rain.

"Master Hai, Miss Ietta." The bullets he brought had been exhausted. Inside the team, Lyle was standing in the rain holding a heavy sniper rifle. At this time, he said hello to the two people walking behind him, "Didn't you see anyone?" Blood surged up from the bottom of the river, maybe it was a failure."

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The rain is still falling, much heavier than it was two hours ago.

In the black air, there was only a gray curtain of rain covering everything. A splash of water on the river was swallowed up by the raging water in a short time.

This is a contradictory scene of noisy but quiet. A pair of hands stretched out from the running water breaks the quiet painting with almost no changes. The hands were a little white due to the cold water, but the tense blood vessels on them and the fingers that could feel the strength just by looking at them showed that the cold had only this effect on him.

A head immediately poked out from under the river, with a pair of fiery red eyes burning passionately on its thin face. He stayed under the water for more than two hours without breathing, and the time was approaching his limit. Even if the surgeons can self-regulate the activities of various tissues and organs in the body, oxygen is still necessary for their survival.

The moment he came out of the water, he let out a breath of hot air that was stuck in his stomach. White mist rose straight up, and the rain curtain couldn't break it up in a short time. He immediately opened his mouth and breathed heavily.

The next moment, a hard and cold object was thrust directly into his mouth and deep into his throat. Breathing is stopped.

The beams of countless powerful flashlights tore the darkness around him, locking him firmly in the middle. The body that was about to get up was completely frozen in the river at this time.

"Mr. Puno, we haven't seen each other for two hours and nine minutes." The gentle and magnetic voice said. In the light of the strong flashlight, Puno saw the faint fluorescence of the mechanical watch.