【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

Yimulian turned his back to the ceiling and tried for a long time before refocusing his gaze.He hit his elbow on the floor cabinet when he fell, and now lies on the cold floor with aching joints and a mysterious numbness.

In three full days, he had several brushes with death, exhausted and stubborn, but never as humiliated as he was now.It took him too much energy to deal with two sentinel killers who caught him in a pinch by himself in the underground parking lot. Although he escaped by chance, he was still hunted down by snipers.

After losing his senses, Yimulian often needs to rely on intuition.He believed that the sentry who was chasing him was lurking in a room outside the safe house, using some means to maintain the highest vigilance, and only waiting for the moment when he showed his weakness, he would pull the trigger decisively and quickly select many passers-by in the community Sniping, just to cover up the assassination as a random shooting of the target.

What he should never have done was tattoo himself.Just because he randomly stumbled across tattoo needles and had an irrational attempt to keep forever the only thing he had now, how could he imagine that putting needles around the gland would cause it to reactivate, as if from dormancy? Like a waking volcano.

The most embarrassing part of the whole story is that Yimulian was triggered by the unbonded sentinel who was about to snipe him across a building.The relationship between them is the hunter and the prey, which are far from each other. At this time, there is a sudden physiological reaction. Although the distance is more than [-] meters, the command of "please have sex, please join" still gushes out from the body.The sniper must have felt the same way—maybe how to laugh at this rare and wanton assassination target.

Fortunately, there are emergency suppressants in the safe house.He injected himself before collapsing, and the strong urge to combine almost overwhelmed reason.Fortunately, the medicine worked quickly, and the soreness and numbness left him no time to care about the burning desire. After enduring the dizziness for a few times, Yimulian picked up his thoughts and slowly got up from the ground.

I don't know if the sniper will be distracted for a moment to deal with sexual desire, but he doesn't want to bet his head on it.

Yimulian held on to the cabinet for help, secretly thinking that his conjecture was indeed correct.Before going to San Pedro to carry out the mission, the White Tower did not let go of the idea of ​​matching him, but because of the difficulty of finding a suitable partner, the combination matter was delayed until the battlefield, and finally ended in disappointment.He knew that his body was picky enough, and the other body that could induce his fusion fever must belong to the Dark Sentinel—this is what he guessed.But in his guess, this dark sentinel would never appear, let alone hunt himself.

His throat was extremely thirsty, and swallowing saliva could not relieve the symptoms at all. Yimulian slowly moved towards the kitchen, leaving only a faucet with rushing water all over his head.

The steel spoon fell on the counter.

Yimulian forced himself to quickly pull out the Glock pistol and point it at the kitchen, then turned around and hid behind the door, using a small mirror to check the condition of the window.The spoon was originally inserted in the shutter, and would fall off if it was moved.

— careless.

Due to the effect of the emergency suppressant, he probably didn't hear the sound of the broken window glass, and the other party probably put wide tape on it.A pair of eyes appeared in the mirror, peering nervously at the movement in the room from between the blades of the shutters.

Someone climbed up to the second floor through the water pipe.

This is not the style of an efficient killer.

Immediately afterwards, the visitor took out a certain tool and skillfully removed the window leaves.

is a thief.Moreover, he is not very old, at most he can be regarded as a teenager.Little did he know that what he was robbing was not some rich man's prostitute's apartment, but a federal safe house.What's more, he didn't know that there was a high-performance sniper rifle pointing at the prey in the house in the night that was about to dawn, and he happened to be the best bait unintentionally.

After the teenager opened the window, the gunman would kill him.No matter how Ichimoku reacts, I can’t avoid being forced out of the safe house; the flaws are getting bigger and bigger, just because of extremely dramatic coincidences, it’s really hard to believe that all the low-probability events followed after the initial wrong decision, In the end, his crisis came early.

The thief moved quickly, rustling, busily igniting the fuse of the third serial shooting.

——If he ran out now, he might still have a chance of survival.But that boy couldn't survive anyway, and his last value was to become a stumbling block on his way of escape.In order to complete the mission, the mercenaries will do whatever it takes.

Yimulian took a deep breath and rushed out.

Not toward the door.

He rushed to the burglar who was gesturing with his shoulder whether he could get into the house, grabbed his arm, and pulled him hard.The young thief panicked, struggled desperately, and brought Yimolian to the position next to the window.Equivalent to serving under the nose of a sniper.

The expected bullets did not roar.Unable to use Nianzi, bullets can accurately penetrate his head.

In his arm was the thief's screwdriver.

Blood saturated with wizard guides trickles onto the tiles.

He dragged the boy into the room and fell down under the window.

Just at this very moment——

A pink dragon emerged from the thin, sultry low pressure in a dormant state, tearing the atmosphere, flapping its long tail, stretching its body straight, its beard and hair standing on end.

It is the spiritual guide of Yimulian.

His abilities are back.