【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

Dinner was reheated onion soup, canned beef, and a taco with hummus, pitifully cut in two and served on a plate—that was all right, no tortillas for tomorrow , only compressed biscuits.

Neither of them complained, and ate their simple dinner in silence.They had been soldiers, they had endured the tougher conditions, and they had nothing to complain about.

After eating half of it, Huang got up and hid behind the closet with the gun in his hand, carefully opened the shutter to see what was going on outside.

"Is the sniper coming?" Yimulian asked carefully in a low voice.

"It should be here." Huang glanced at him.The taco sauce was still on the corner of his mouth.Huang added: "You don't have to do this. The sentry can only perceive a vague direction from the distance between the buildings. What you have to worry about is whether there will be another group of sentries rushing to smash the door."

"What about the sniper? Waiting for us to show our flaws?"

"Snipers like to go it alone, they like long distances, they like to hunt, they don't rush out of their comfort zone. You may be able to keep your nerves completely tense for a few days without making a single mistake, and then you think it's over, and the Federation comes forward Move you to a safer place, that's the sniper's chance."

"Can he monitor for such a long time without wandering?"

"Of course they have their way. And..."

Huang stopped talking.He listened intently for a while, and confirmed that the rustling outside came from a cat burrowing into the grass, and then he sat back on the sofa in relief.

"Ordinary sentry snipers can only take on high-precision missions within ten hours. If the time is longer, as you said, the sentry will fall into fugue because of concentrating on a certain feeling for a long time, so it needs the assistance of a combination guide. I'm pretty sure it's an Unbound Sentinel following you."

He threw the tissue onto Yimulian's lap and continued the half of the conversation just now. The latter didn't seem to understand the meaning of this behavior at all. He listened quietly with the tissue in his arms and brushed his bangs.

"You mean... the one who is chasing me now is the Dark Sentinel?"

"exactly."

Huang frowned.A little bit of meat sauce is out of place in such a serious atmosphere is too funny, and Yimulian himself is unconscious, so he can only take a piece of paper from his arms to help him wipe off the sauce——satisfied Seeing Yimulian froze in embarrassment.He turned to his half of the taco.When sharing the food, Yimulian thoughtfully cut 2/3 for him, and only kept 1/3 for himself.The onion soup was a little cold, but the taste was not bad.Naturally, one cannot expect to eat fantina cheese with macaroni during the mission. Huang somewhat misses the days off when he picks out ingredients in the kitchen instead of carrying a gun.Probably because of getting older.

Yimulian picked up the empty jars on the table.Although he lowered his head, he secretly glanced over from the corner of his eye twice.Hesitant to speak, Huang was waiting for him to ask questions.Hesitantly took the last can of onion soup from Arah, Ichimolian finally decided to say:

"You are also a dark sentinel."

"I thought you couldn't guess."

--How can it be?In the parking lot, he won the guide's one-on-one duel on the spiritual level. Anyone with common sense can think of it, because they dare to guess.After all, the Dark Sentinel is the pinnacle character among the elites of the era, and there cannot be multiple existences in the same area.

"Then I am truly honored."

He straightened up, his green eyes calmly watched Huang lying on the sofa.There is neither "honour", nor surprise or fear in the words, as if they just let it happen, naturally.Yimulian tried to smile politely, hugged the pot in his arms and got up to leave.

——Why does he look a little depressed instead?