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Last night, when chasing Molik in the dark, Shen Bei's vision was suppressed. In addition, he was so focused on hunting the enemy that he did not observe the surrounding environment.

Now when I returned along the same route during the day, I discovered that there was a large patch of grass in the middle of the road.

This is a kind of purple grass, no more than 30 centimeters tall. Its branches and leaves are curled, like springs growing on the ground.

I don’t know what it’s called, and I don’t know if it’s edible, but this patch of grass extends almost to the cliff.

As the large plants thin out, it becomes harder to find lush slopes to run up.

He pulled out the dagger from his waist, cut down a few purple bushes and wrapped them around his armor, causing the armor to also turn purple to conceal its camouflage.

Shen Bei moved forward in a jumping manner, pausing every ten meters. Using moving camouflage, he walked forward for twenty minutes, immersed in the purple grass, and groped his way to the top of the cliff.

The grass clumps are like mature women waiting to get married, with their pretty faces lowered shyly, swaying in the wind. The countless purple stems supporting the grass path cut through the sight, making it impossible to look away.

Through the God's perspective of the cluster fire flying disc, Shen Bei saw two enemies resting on the cliff in the visual mask.

They squatted on the edge of the cliff, carefully observing the body of Molik below, pointing and talking.

Shen Bei was also surprised. After being thrown down, the almost charred Molik was not carried away by the ocean current, but was stuck in the crevices of the reef below.

Shen Bei licked his lips, stuck to the edge of the grass, bent over and ran quickly, rushing into the purple sea.

The whistling mountain wind made the grass crackle, creating constant noise all around.

Occasionally, a few seabirds that were huddled together for warmth would fly away in fear when they saw Shen Bei's purple face as he passed by. They stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and even though they were of different species, Shen Bei could still sense the strong and fierce murderous aura.

However, these seabirds are small species and are not ferocious beasts at all, so Shen Bei is naturally not afraid.

You can even say that after plucking the hair and roasting, they are very crispy when you eat them one bite at a time.

The entire grass was more than two hundred meters wide. Shen Bei advanced forward in a Z-shaped route, which neither missed the enemy nor protected himself well.

The breeze at this moment was more like fine needles and threads, piercing into the soft and long grass. Shen Bei tried to squat as low as possible.

Suddenly, a strong mountain breeze blew in from deep in the grass, like an invisible big hand caressing the animal's hair, almost bending all the slender grass stalks.

The branches on Shen Bei's armor were shaking in the mountain breeze.

The purple gauze tents covering the front tilted towards the hillside as if bending and bowing. Forty meters ahead, two enemies in camouflage appeared in Shen Bei's sight. They had returned from the cliff, holding automatic rifles in their hands, scanning the purple grass.

But what surprised Shen Bei was that one of these two enemies was an ordinary person, and the other was a first-level psychic specializing in shooting. This person couldn't even afford a dedicated sniper rifle, but he came out to make money...

Shen Bei smacked his lips. Why did he feel like he was pulling carts and moving bricks before he even grew up?

At this time, the two of them remained parallel and fifty meters apart. Whether attacking or retreating, they could cooperate with each other in a timely and effective manner.

After the mountain breeze passed, the grass in front of me returned to its original height, blocking the view ahead, leaving only a dense patch of dazzling purple grass stalks.

I don’t know if the enemy on the left wing has changed its position, but the ordinary person on the right wing seems very frightened and dare not move at will.

He must have been frightened by the sound of the gunshot that Shen Bei had just fired.

You know, the sound of a Barrett's gun is extremely special, and the only Barrett sniper rifle that can be used on the entire island is Shen Bei's.

This gun should be found in the valley and there are no bullets.

The gunshots rang out again, announcing that the ghost killer Shen Bei was back!

Although this ordinary person didn't know where Shen Bei was, the gunshots were very close, which meant he was very close to death. How could he not be afraid?

Sometimes, killing and death are not scary. The most frustrating forbidden zone on the battlefield is riding the line between life and death.

This situation naturally made the two guys extremely conflicted and caught in a dilemma. They were at a loss as to what to do in the direction of the cliff.

He wanted to return to the valley, but was afraid of encountering Shen Bei.

These are cruel and extremely torturous to the fighting mentality.

It can only make time pass meaninglessly.

Shen Bei put away the sniper rifle and approached the enemy little by little.

Shen Bei didn't want to shoot again. He was so close to the cliff, and what he needed was silence.

The closer you get to escaping, the more cautious you need to be.

Shen Bei decided to deal with them in close combat.

If I give myself a chance...

His limbs, lying on the muddy ground, kept changing his speed according to the direction of the wind.

Little by little, they approached the enemy in khaki camouflage.

When he crawled four meters behind the enemy, Shen Bei stopped, staring with bloodshot eyes, quietly watching the prey that was about to die in his hands.

This guy's attention was still focused on the distant mountaintop where the gunfire had long since disappeared, and he didn't realize that he might be surrounded.

Now, Shen Bei only needs to aim at the back of the head of the man in front of him with his neck shrunk, and gently pull the trigger of the revolver to blow off his skull.

But there is one situation that Shen Bei must fully consider. The psychic who specializes in shooting on the right wing can immediately determine that he is being surrounded and attacked by him once he hears the gunshots.

He might shoot at Shen Bei indiscriminately, or escape to another location, which would be detrimental to Shen Bei's attempt to sneak into the sea quietly.

At this time, Shen Bei curled up his knees in the mud and water, squatted down quietly, drew out the dagger with his right hand, and moved step by step towards the guy who had his back to him.

He still held the automatic rifle, and from time to time he covered his eyes with the half-scope to see if the man on the top of the mountain was pointing the gun at his forehead.

In his mind, he might still think that Shen Bei was still wandering around and lying in ambush on the ridge.

The wind rustled the purple spring-like grass, confusing the sound of Shen Bei's body rubbing against the grass. When Shen Bei was one meter away from this guy, he suddenly froze in his movements, as if he felt an invisible pressure approaching on his back.

Before he could suddenly twist his neck, Shen Bei kicked the mud under his feet with all his strength, and his left arm, like an anaconda that suddenly attacked, hooked the opponent's throat.

The mechanical palm covered the other person's mouth, and the dagger held tightly in the right hand stabbed into the neck muscle under his right ear.

He hugged the enemy tied in his arms, and his body shook violently, trying to struggle out of Shen Bei's restraints.

But Shen Bei is wearing a set of armor that can withstand an attack from an eighth-level warrior, and the power it outputs is beyond imagination.

Just as the ordinary man was about to let out a shrill wail, Shen Bei swung the dagger in his right hand down fiercely, severing the enemy's vocal cords and preventing his accomplices from receiving any signal.

Because the enemy's mouth was covered by his hand, the blood in his mouth could not spurt out, but could only burst out from his nostrils, slowly flowing along Shen Bei's fingers, dripping into the purple grass, and falling into the muddy and moist soil.

The enemy under him had a whimpering sound in his nose and his breathing became harsh and difficult.

The damp and cool air, influenced by the mountain wind, rushed into his exposed trachea after his Adam's apple was cut, forcing more and more black blood to flow out, gradually draining the life sealed in his flesh.

Shen Bei was like a lion fighting a rabbit, fighting with all his might.

At the place where the fight took place, some grass stalks were crushed. A few crabs, unable to bear the torture, hurriedly crawled out of the wet mud and grass, holding up their blue-black poisonous stingers and fled.

"Death is the rest after suffering..."

Shen Bei's whisper made the enemy feel as if they were back in the days when their mother hummed a little tune and coaxed their baby to sleep.

His eyelids became heavy and he gradually closed his eyes...

However, plans are not as good as changes, and Shen Bei still made mistakes...