【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

Huang took the wide road near high-rise buildings throughout the whole process, shuttling under elevated roads or in parking lots to avoid pursuit.Getting rid of a sentinel sniper with an almost unobstructed view of the city from the sky can be quite difficult, but all he has to do is not give him a chance to stabilize the sniper rifle.

The Hummer was abandoned in the parking lot on the ground floor of an office building, and the two raced against time to enter the safe house in a mid-range community.On the surface, it was just an inconspicuous room in a fourth-floor apartment. It was located on the second floor, and the lights were always dark. Occasionally, someone who looked like a housekeeping company would come to clean it. The utility bills were always paid on time.Messy neighbors speculate that this is a place where rich men meet call girls, but they can never prove it, and finally let it go.

There are countless safe houses like these across the Commonwealth that come in handy when it comes to protective custody of "witnesses."There are various supplies in the safe house, and special agents will come to check the usage and replace the supplies regularly.There are usually one or two plainclothes policemen around to protect the "witness" until the court testifies or the murderer comes to justice.

After entering the house, Huang closed all the shutters, carefully arranged the warning mechanism, and pushed a tall cabinet to block one of the shutters.Yimu locked the door and blocked the entrance with a sofa.Huang dug out a box of cornflakes and threw him two boxes of 9mm Parabellum bullets.

"Your marksmanship is really bad." Huang told him honestly, "Although I know it should be because you lost an eye and can't grasp the distance, but for your own safety, I want to give you special training. "

"...Special training?"

"I can't protect you forever."

Yimulian was a little dazed.This sounds somewhat strange, but anyway, he was once a guide, and he deserves a good sentinel to combine with him and establish a close guardian relationship.

"I will protect myself." He came back to his senses and said flatly, as if he wanted to make a joke again, after all, they had just escaped from the pursuit of life and death: "It would be great if you also have Sentinel, make it into pills, and let the celibate guide Gain sufficient sensory abilities for self-preservation."

Huang's answer was unreasonable: "We don't have that kind of thing."

"I know. I also know you lack something else."

"what?"

Yimulian ignored his questioning, turned around and left after reloading the Glock.What he muttered in a low voice failed to escape Huang's ears:

"sense of humor."

——Huang suddenly wanted to convey the feeling of intimacy to him.In the military, this kind of intimacy is usually equivalent to throwing a lighter at the opponent's head, and the sentries can avoid it anyway.However, Yimulian is a lost guide, and he must not understand the rude game between the sentries.How do I greet my guide?

For the first time in his 22-year career as a sentinel, Huang encountered a difficult problem.He had never been troubled by guides before.There was a little excitement in his chest, he tentatively followed Yimulian, messed up the cherry pink bangs as gently as possible, and said slowly:

"At least until the task is completed, I won't let you have anything to do."