Qiuhui kicked hard on a tree trunk with both feet. The bowl-thick tree trunk was bent like a bow by the kick, and then it jumped towards another tree like an arrow with the help of strong rebound. The moment he touched the tree, Qiuhui hugged the trunk with one hand and spun around the tree. When his body stopped facing the gangsters, he already had a cold-looking black crossbow in his hand!
"Buzz" The crossbow string made a slight sound, and a black shadow shot towards one of the gangsters like lightning. The gangster had no time to make any dodge before he was shot right in the face. The violent explosion instantly turned him into a rain of blood splashing all over the sky. Several other gangsters were also affected. The shock wave lifted the nearest gangster three to four meters and then hit a tree trunk. The crisp sound of fractures coming from behind him and the blood spurting from his mouth indicated that he survived. The possibility is infinitely close to zero.
Compared to the two unlucky gangsters, the third gangster was unintentionally lucky. During the explosion, he was only at least two trees away from the explosion point, which weakened the shock wave he suffered a lot, but even so, he was still washed away. He took a few steps back. Just as he stepped back, a figure rushed towards him quickly. The gangster could hardly believe his eyes that someone could move forward against the shock wave and move very fast. It was a pity that he had no time to think about why this situation happened. The moment the figure approached him, he cut his carotid artery with a wave of his left hand. When the gangster staggered and fell, he finally saw clearly that the figure was the one before. The mercenary who evaded his own shooting like an ape!
Qiu Hui ran forward without looking back, and the gangster slowly fell behind him.
At this time, the gangster who was acting as the driver outside the woods was looking eagerly into the woods. After these small tree trunks reached a certain number, they had successfully blocked his sight. The gunshots and explosions coming from the woods made him go from calm to uneasy, because he knew that his companions did not carry any explosives. In other words, the explosion should have been caused by the sniper attacking his companions. A sniper who has lost his sniper rifle is like an eagle with broken wings and poses no threat, but it is this crippled eagle that makes such a big noise.
Suddenly a fighting knife was stretched out from the car window and placed on his neck. The cold blade exuded bursts of bloody smell that impacted the driver's sense of smell, and a shudder ran through him involuntarily.
"How many of you are here? How do you know our location?" Qiu Hui's voice was not much warmer than the cold blade.
With the knife pointed at him, the driver did not dare to make any resistance or even tilt his head towards the window. "We only have three cars and a dozen people." He replied cooperatively.
"Lie!" As Qiu Hui's cold voice sounded, the driver's ears went cold. Just when he felt a hint of pain, the cold blade was placed on his neck again. "This is your punishment. Next time it won't be your ears but your head that will be cut off."
The driver could already feel the heartbreaking pain coming from one side of his face. The severe pain caused his face to become distorted and his whole body to tremble, but he did not dare to scream, let alone cover the wound. He could let the warm blood flow down his cheeks and into his chest. "I, I, we came in five cars with more than 20 people, and there were two cars guarding the road." He said with a trembling voice.
"How did you track us? Who leaked the information to you?" Qiu Hui continued to ask. He knew that once the driver's psychological defense collapsed, it would be difficult to keep any secrets from himself. This was the best time for interrogation.
"We have a tracker, we can" At this moment, his voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes looked forward in horror. Qiuhui also noticed something strange about him, and a chill rose from behind. He rolled over and dodged out before he could turn around to check. At the same time, the gunfire of the negev machine gun rang out, and a string of bullets penetrated the windshield and entered the driver's car. On the body.
Qiu Hui, who dodged to avoid the shooting, put his body on the ground with one hand and spun again in the air. The fighting knife in his hand was inserted back into the scabbard on his calf, and the black poisonous bee crossbow pointed at the place where the bullet came from.
At some point, a Cherokee off-road vehicle slid silently to a place two hundred meters ahead. There was a faint smoke from the muzzle of a negev machine gun on the roof of the vehicle.
Seeing Qiuhui confronting him with a cold weapon, the machine gunner on the Cherokee was also stunned. In this age, there are still people who use cold weapons stupidly, but he immediately pulled the trigger without any hesitation.