1695: C1695 The Head at Which the Gun Is Aimed

C1695 The Head at Which the Gun Is Aimed

To be able to force Black Ghost, who was once terrifying in Europe, to hide behind his cover, not even daring to poke his head out.

This result is definitely worthy of my pride.

But as he knelt on one knee on the branch, holding the gun in one hand and holding the last magazine in the other, there was no change in his expression.

She was like a statue, with one eye through the monocular night vision goggles, firmly locking on to any possible location where Lee Nanfang might appear. The other eye, aim three and one, ready to fire the next shot.

She did her best to keep calm.

However, the feeling of palpitation uncontrollably spread out from deep within her heart.

A beautiful secret service agent who came from the Thirteenth Branch, codenamed "Little Sheep" within the Longteng Force. There were two skills that even the boss of the Thirteenth Branch, Wang Yulin, was praising endlessly.

One was disguising, the other was using a spear.

An excellent camouflage ability, it allowed little sheep to be able to do any undercover work. As long as she did not expose herself, no one would be able to know her true identity.

The supernatural spear skill had allowed little sheep to only need two bullets to finish off the target's life for the past ten years of his career as a secret service agent.

No one was able to last past the third shot from her gun.

This was the iron law concluded by countless people in the Thirteenth Branch.

However, today, Lee Nanfang had forced the little sheep to shoot out fifteen bullets, but he was still able to climb trees like a nimble ape.

Who should be more proud of these two?

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Lee Nanfang was the one who should be incomparably proud of the result of this battle.

No matter who should be proud, who should be proud. The two of them were fighting with their lives in the dark forest.

Unless an accident occurred, two people had to die.

Lee Nanfang definitely didn't want him to be the one who died, he wanted to become the one who killed people.

Using both hands and feet, after a few leaps, Lee Nanfang finally climbed to the branch of the tree.

Higher up, the leaves and branches could cover his figure even more.

However, could a few leaves block a bullet like a thick tree trunk?

Lee Nanfang looked up slightly and immediately retracted his head back. The little sheep's 16th bullet cut off a few pieces of broken leaves and flew towards somewhere on his scalp.

It turned out that the function of the leaves was different from that of the trunk.

But these leaves also played their part, and their fragility proved that the sheep's second magazine had missed.

This was the time!

Lee Nanfang didn't even listen to the sound of the magazine being reloaded. The moment the bullet passed through his scalp, he leaped forward diagonally like a jungle flying rat.

According to Lee Nanfang's explosive power, this horizontal leap in the air only required one move to travel ten meters.

It would only take a second for the gap between him and Little Sheep to be cut in half.

However, half a second later, in this completely negligible amount of time, Lee Nanfang suddenly curled up in the air.

"Bam!"

A gunshot rang out.

After changing the third magazine, Little Sheep fired the 17th bullet and watched as Lee Nanfang dodged the fatal blow.

This was the first time Lee Nanfang did not need any cover and appeared in front of Little Sheep. However, he still managed to dodge her gunshot.

The little sheep was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't help but be shocked, because what Lee Nanfang did next was completely beyond the range that a normal person could understand.

Lee Nanfang, who jumped out from behind the tree, used his head as bait and calculated the timing of Little Sheep's shooting. He curled up his body ahead of time to avoid the bullets.

Changing one's posture in midair wasn't a difficult thing for a person with an extremely flexible body.

The difficulty was that after changing his posture, he had to stay in the air.

Lee Nanfang, who was curling his body, changed the direction of his charge. He fell to the right side rapidly like a top. While he was falling, his body suddenly stretched out again. He stomped on the tree trunk of another tree, and with the help of the recoil, he was able to fly in the opposite direction.

Then he curled up into a top again, diagonally dipping, stepping on the trunk of another tree for the second time.

Lee Nanfang wasn't the one who invented this act of flying in the air.

He had learned it from the number one fighting expert, the Demon King Hu Mietang, who killed in the second month of Longteng December.

Hu Mietang definitely didn't teach Lee Nanfang kung fu personally, but he has shown his skills in front of Boss Lee countless times.

The person who left the deepest impression on Lee Nanfang was at General Hospital of Jinghua, when Hu Mietang flew over to rescue Chiang Morann who had jumped off the building. At that time, Hu Laoer had used this kind of action to perfectly realize his role of saving others and then landing gracefully on the ground.

Lee Nanfang, on the other hand, had successfully shocked the little sheep, causing him to not receive any more gunshots during the whole process.

Actually, he should be thanking Yang Xiao.

If it wasn't because of Yang Xiao's stimulation, Lee Nanfang wouldn't have been able to explode with strength comparable to Hu Mietang.

Without the help of the Black Dragon, he would be able to do the same thing as Hu Mietang. Then, with the help of the Black Dragon, would he be able to compete with Yang Xiao?

This issue was one that needed to be discussed.

At the very least, there was no answer to this situation.

The only thing he could be sure of was that if Lee Nanfang's course of action was mapped out, whether it was the path forward or the upward-flipping path, it would all turn into a perfect lightning bolt.

After forming from the lightning, he arrived in front of Little Sheep.

"Bam!"

A gunshot rang out.

In the blink of an eye, Lee Nanfang had jumped back twenty meters and climbed to the tree where Little Sheep was.

The distance between the two was reduced to less than a meter. Lee Nanfang could even grab the little sheep's ankle with a little stretch of his hand.

At a time like this, if the little sheep was still unable to recover from her shock, she would just be beaten to death.

Fortunately, she was awake.

Without hesitation, the muzzle of the gun rushed down and pulled the trigger.

However, before the eighteenth bullet left his body, Lee Nanfang had spread his arms wide and used only his legs to secure himself to the tree trunk.

When the bullet grazed the tip of his nose and shot into the ground, he had already rotated half a circle around the tree trunk under the effect of inertia. He once again straightened his body and arrived directly below the little sheep.

This time, as long as she stretched out her hand, the back leg, no, the calf, would definitely be firmly controlled by the Demon Claw.

Moreover, no matter how superb the spear technique was, it was impossible for the little sheep to aim below the soles of his feet.

At the very least, when she lowered her head, the pair of weapons on her chest would obstruct her line of sight.

Would she just sit there and wait for death after losing her absolute advantage?

Absolutely not!

She was just looking on helplessly as a lucky guy was brutally killed by Lee Nanfang. She wouldn't allow herself to be treated the same way.

Realizing that it was impossible to kill the Black Dragon, the little sheep didn't hesitate and immediately jumped down from the tree.

The trees in the rainforest above the virtual training ground were all very tall. In order to hide her body, she had climbed at least three stories high.

If she were to jump down without any preparation, who knew if her beautiful legs would suffer irreversible damage.

At this time, he didn't have the time to worry about so much.

He jumped as soon as he said he would.

She had already made up her mind. After landing, she would use all her strength to escape. If she could not escape, then she would use the spear in her hand to eliminate her.

No matter what, I shouldn't let the Black Dragon … hmm?

"Ah!

The little sheep, who had suddenly lost her balance, let out a scream in midair. Then, her entire head crashed into a tree trunk, causing her to groan in pain as she felt her eyes go black.

Her reaction was fast enough, she also jumped forward with all her might to stay away from Lee Nanfang.

However, Lee Nanfang still managed to forcefully pull him back by his ankle.

Lee Nanfang stepped on the tree trunk with both of his feet. His right hand tightly gripped the branch as he steadied his body. His left hand grabbed onto the little sheep's right ankle as he swung it back and forth.

It was just like when he had first entered the virtual training ground, he had grabbed the snake and mercilessly threw it on the tree trunk.

The cobra still retained its corpse due to the snake's skin's flexibility.

The little sheep's head might not be as flexible as the two lumps on her chest.

If Boss Lee really had to use his full strength, this beauty's death would be absolutely tragic, inhuman, and tragic. In short, it would be very tragic.

Perhaps it was because she realized how tragic her end would be, the little sheep's desire to survive was aroused again. It didn't care if it was aimed or not, as it swung back and forth in the air, the gun in its hand aimed at Lee Nanfang and continuously fired bullets.

Nineteen, twenty, twenty-three.

She kept counting the number of bullets in her mind. When there was only the last bullet left in the gun, she finally succeeded and caused more serious damage to Lee Nanfang.

The twenty-third bullet shot into Boss Lee's right arm, causing his arm that was used to support the weight of the two to suddenly relax and fall down the tree with the little sheep.

The wet and muddy grass was not much different from the inflatable air cushion used by the fire fighters.

The little sheep who had already lowered her height to five to six meters wouldn't be injured even if she fell down like this.

But the feeling of a man pressing down on her was not so good.

When Lee Nanfang fell down, he had already let go of the hand that was holding onto the little sheep's ankle. That was why when he pressed the beautiful Sharpshooter under his body as a meat pad, he also put his hands on a rather plump spot.2

The atmosphere at that time had become very awkward.

Lee Nanfang, who wholeheartedly focused on killing, was not really lost. He just wanted to use killing to vent his anger.

The thought was very single.

It was definitely not like the way it was when the Black Dragon controlled it. It could kill anyone it wanted, kill anyone it wanted. Therefore, Lee Nanfang didn't intentionally place his hands where they shouldn't be.

More importantly, Lee Nanfang treated the little sheep as his brother.

Even though he had peeked at the female brothers when they took a bath countless times, men still kept to the last line and would never do anything bad to the female brothers.

To put it bluntly, any man with rich emotions would find himself a piece of pure land left in this world.

Pretending to be innocent.

So, realizing that his hand had touched a place that he shouldn't have, Lee Nanfang immediately changed his actions. Only one hand was left on the little sheep's chest, while the other one was holding onto its neck tightly.

The heavens and earth were witnesses.

Boss Lee's intention for doing this was definitely to express that he had no ulterior motives.

However, the actions of him moving his hand away and leaving it behind truly made Little Sheep shy and angry.

It's good enough that you didn't ask for any interest. I didn't expect you to kill me after taking advantage of me.

Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't.

Little Sheep, who originally wanted to leave the last shot to himself, felt his head turn hot as he pointed the gun at Lee Nanfang's head again.

Only, this time it was not aimed at the large head with eyes, ears, nose and mouth, but towards the Tiny Skull that was incomparably important to the man.

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