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The moment Yang Xin fell, a thought immediately flashed through his mind: "The fourth killer …"

That was the bullet from M82a1, it was so powerful that it almost tore Yang Xin's body apart, but because of Yang Xin's unique physique, the bullet only passed through …

"My Heart... "Right, it's on the right …" Yang Xin just remembered that his heart was on the right side and his pale white face let out a cold laugh.

2,700 yards had already exceeded the effective range of M82a1 by 668 meters. With Yang Xin being injured, it was extremely difficult for him.

To deal with him, she would not die as easily as she did, Yang Yue was also dead.

This reckless yet loyal woman, Yang Xin did not want her to die. The corners of Yang Xin's mouth curled into a bitter smile, he never thought that he would have already shot his with his spear.

He was going to die in this deserted place.

The man in the camera had already gathered his gun and was on his way down the hill. It seemed to him that a man shot by an M82A1 couldn't possibly survive.

But Yang Xin was not in their mortal concept. His smile was mixed with excitement, loss, and even a little malevolence. His gun barrel followed the direction of the target …

Moving, calculating in his mind, he only had one shot of his chance. If this shot was not successful, his opponent would discover it and use it to make up for his spear.

"Old man, I've got my master's orders. I'm going to die before I find the successor. Please bless my shot." Yang Xin took a deep breath.

Eyes fixed, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" On the other side of the camera, there was a mist of blood. Its head was torn open by the bullet, and its body fell down like a uprooted wooden stake.

"Haha, my head is about to explode …" Yang Xin saw the bloodlust in the camera before he put down the gun with a smile.

Yang Xin stood up with much difficulty. There was a bullet hole on his left chest that was the size of a stopper, and blood continuously flowed out from it.

Right now, Yang Xin didn't have many thoughts, his only thought was to run, run to a conspicuous place, and then collapse, waiting for help.

Yang Xin staggered down the mountain, grabbed a bunch of soft weeds by the side of the road, spat on them, rubbed them a few times, and stuffed them into the bloody hole in his body.

There were a few in front, but the bleeding stopped, but the hole in his back was still bleeding. Yang Xin could not jam his own, so he could only leave it at that.

The blood quickly seeped into his clothes, causing his back to sway for a bit. If this continued, it wouldn't even take ten minutes before he fainted from excessive blood loss …

After that, it slowly dripped to the ground, and finally, it died.

Yang Xin walked down the mountain to the small stream and directly fell on top of a large stone. This was the last thing Yang Xin wanted to do to save himself, so he laid on the small stream …

It was better to be on a large, white stone than in a forest, where no one could be seen.

When Yang Xin fell, the little fox only then felt the edge of Yang Xin's life force becoming weaker, and it released a mirage from its storage ring. Only then did it realise that Yang Xin was lying on a large stone …

The wound on his back was badly mutilated, and blood was continuously flowing out.

"Blood Sealing Art!" The little fox let out a low growl, and sealed a demonic technique on Yang Xin's wound. A strange red totem appeared on the wound, like a diagram.

The fiery spot of the sun, and the round part was surrounded by a bloody hole.

The blood on the hole quickly stopped flowing and was quickly congealing under the sunlight.

"This injury will take at least five or six days to heal." The little fox said as it frowned. Then, it flew back into the ring.

Even though it was illuminated by the sunlight, the stone surface was still very cold. Because he had lost too much blood, Yang Xin's body had become abnormally cold.

He sank into the ice-cold sea.

It was a consciousness that was maintained by his spirit energy source, which was continuously producing spirit energy. When his spirit energy was sufficient, Yang Xin would be able to do it.

Wake up.

It had been a long time since Yang Yue heard gunshots from the two mountains. She did not know if Yang Xin was still alive, but she could not wait any longer.

She walked to the middle of the stone cliff road and discovered the metal box. Although she didn't understand what this was, she could faintly feel that it was …

The only reason Yang Xin came chasing after him.

From the angle of the shooting, she figured out the possible positions of the three peaks, so she quickly walked towards them. She knew that …

By the time he walked onto this stone road, the assassination here had already ended and it was Yang Xin who had won.

But why was Yang Xin not moving? He had just waited at the back of the mountain for a long time. If it was Yang Xin, he would have definitely come to find him.

Yes.

She was very anxious. A woman's natural sixth sense told her that Yang Xin was in danger right now and she had to find him.

It would not be easy to find them even after crossing these three mountains. And standing here in this big green forest, you can feel that

He had already fallen into the pile of hair of the giant and could not walk any further.

Yang Yue had not slept for 36 hours already, fortunately there was sufficient food, but his exhausted body had exceeded its limit, and she was panting heavily …

Before the sun went down, he walked to the second hill and found a corpse.

The corpse she saw was the first assassin whose head had been blown off by Yang Xin. The bullet was shot from the aiming lens.

At the top of the third mountain, there was only gun and blood.

After obtaining all these, without seeing Yang Xin's figure, Yang Yue's heart became even more anxious, and quickly headed towards the mountain top.

Finally, after an hour, Yang Yue found Yang Xin by the stream.

Yang Yue took out her satellite phone and sent a signal to the nearest border guard. The helicopter's control quickly appeared in the pitch black night sky.

In a corner of the world, at the base of Organization E, he received the latest news.

"Our operation has failed!" The person who received the information reported back to the highest level of the organization. In the large, dark conference room, the man with the white beard at the head

Surprised, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"We are sending four top tier assassins, and they can't even protect a new type of warhead?" The white bearded man's words were filled with anger and suspicion.

"He is a secret member of the National Security Agency. He has the marksmanship and judgement of the God of Death. According to our last report, he was also shot. He is M82a1."

The bullets are probably already dead. As for the members who were killed in the end, we don't even know who did it. "

"You guys don't even know how many opponents there are, how can you all deal with them? There's only one death god, and he's already dead! " The white-bearded man was even more enraged as he roared in anger.

At this moment, another reporter appeared, "Reporting to boss, Miss Mu's bodyguard has called."

The white bearded man's expression changed slightly. His expression changed, and the telepathic phone in the reporter's hand flew directly to his ear. Everyone's faces turned pale.

No more talking.

"What is it!" the white-bearded man asked.

"Boss, I know who took on the task at the Golden Triangle. He is someone beside Miss and once saved Miss, that's why I paid attention to him."

I didn't expect him to be from China National Security. "

"Why didn't you kill him!" The white-bearded man said somewhat angrily. These assassins, under the circumstance of exposing their identities, were like standing on the enemy's gun …

His mouth was just as fragile.

"He's the lady's man, and he didn't know it was the boss's act." The other party quickly explained. The man with the white beard's complexion suddenly changed

He had to be gentle, and there was a hint of excitement in that.