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Invincible Chapter 1219

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    Ghosting felt the blood in his body draining rapidly, looked at Yang Luo very calmly, and remembered what Davis had said to him.  The blue sword represents a real machine without life, while Yang Luo, the wolf of the battlefield, represents terror and death.

    Yang Luo looked at the ghost, this soldier who was dying and had a proud expression on his face, and couldn't help but feel sorry.

    "You trust your intuition too much, to the point of paranoia. Yes, for a real master, he can deceive your eyes, but he can also deceive your intuition, even hearing and smell  Don't forget that only the eyes are the windows to the soul, and only when you see it can you judge whether it is dangerous or safe by intuition. If you could understand this truth before, the result may be different."

    Ghost covered the wound on his throat, blood kept overflowing between his fingers, and a smile appeared on his face.  He used to think that as long as he was in the jungle and looked at the whole world, no one could successfully kill him.  Because he is the son of the jungle, but he lost today because he met the king of the jungle.  A king who can integrate himself with mountains and jungles, so that he can't find him.  He lost, lost his life, but he didn't regret it.  He's tired, he needs to rest, he doesn't want to fight anymore, struggling in that kind of blood and fire war, this is not the day he wants.

    Ghosting's face became paler and paler, and he took out a pack of cigarettes in his pocket with a trembling left hand, but the strength in his body had disappeared, and just as he took out the cigarette, it fell to the ground with a thud.

    Yang Luo walked over, bent down to pick up the blood-stained cigarette, took out one, put it in Ghost Shadow's mouth, and lit it for him.

    Ghosting slightly nodded his head, his lips slightly opened and closed, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

    Yang Luo knew he was saying thank you, "You're welcome, I will never forget you, friend." Then he turned around slowly, "If there is an afterlife, then we will see you in the next life, I hope we are not enemies but friends  .¡±

    Seeing Yang Luo disappearing into the jungle, a voice actually came from Ghosting's throat, "Friendyou" A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then he let go of the hand covering his throat, and the blood spurted again  out.

    Ghosting raised his head fiercely and spread out his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the whole world in his arms.  Looking at the green jungle in front of him, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and then slowly closing his eyes, his face showed a peaceful sleeping like a baby.

    I don't know how long it took, a group of wild birds returning to their nests flew over the ghost's head, and their melodious chirping resounded throughout the mountains.

    The ghost's body slowly fell backwards, and fell to the ground with a bang.  He grew up in the jungle, and finally buried in the jungle, maybe this is his long-awaited destination.

    Han Weiguang lay quietly under the self-made camouflage net, looking forward like an eagle. Suddenly, a small tree with the thickness of a thumb shook beside him.

    The poisonous scorpion looked at his feet and hid in the grass. The ropes made of branches were irregularly tied to a few small trees, and the few small trees were still shaking slightly. His heart was beating suddenly, and cold sweat was on his forehead.  popped out.  He knew that he met a colleague, an expert-level master!  Such a simple and effective sniper and anti-sniper warning device is definitely a masterpiece of a master.

    Through the sniper scope, Han Weiguang saw a figure standing more than 20 meters away, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he pulled the trigger hard.

    "boom!"

    The poisonous scorpion's pupils contracted sharply, and it jumped to one side without hesitation, and then disappeared into the dark night jungle.  At the same time, Han Weiguang's face changed, "Damn it, I met a master." He quickly got up under the camouflage net and disappeared in place in a flash.

    The poisonous scorpion flickered for a while, and after finding a powerful sniper point, he raised his gun and saw a black figure like a cheetah, which disappeared into the sniper mirror in an instant.

    The poisonous scorpion knew that the other party never thought that he would come after him so quickly, so he set up such a simple warning instead of planting a deadly mine.

    Yan Meng leaned listlessly on the tree trunk, rubbed his belly: "Why haven't you come back yet, it takes a long time to hunt game, you want to starve me to death."

    Sun Manjiang said: "I should be back soon." After speaking, he glanced at An Qingnong who was sitting on the side, "Secretary An, if you are tired, lie on the ground and rest for a while."

    An Qingnong said with a smile: "Although I am old, I am still in good health and not tired."

    Sun Manjiang smiled slightly, and was about to say something when he heard a muffled gunshot from the south.

    Li Tao stood up abruptly: "It's Da Guang!"

    ? Sun Manjiang made a gesture, and then pulled An Qingnong, "Let's go!"

    Several people sneaked inThe feeling that he was being stared at at that time disappeared, suddenly, as if he had never felt that way before.  There was a trace of confusion in the poisonous scorpion's eyes, could it be that his intuition was wrong?  How is this possible, that kind of intuition for danger has saved his life many times, and he will never believe that there will be mistakes.

    The poisonous scorpion still didn't dare to move, but its tense body relaxed again.  Suddenly, there was a clatter of bushes in the rear right.

    Without any hesitation, the poisonous scorpion jumped up suddenly, and turned around to pull the trigger.  But he moved a little slower, and only heard a dull gunshot.  A 12.7mm warhead brought up a fiery airflow, cut through the air and ruthlessly penetrated into his head.

    He felt as if his head had been hit hard by a train, and the last remaining thoughts told him that he had been fooled.

    For a sniper, repeated tension and relaxation will cause him fatigue, and such stimulation to the heart will affect his judgment and reaction speed.  In the sniper duel, life and death are only at that tenth of a second.

    His opponent is not only a true sniper master, but also a master of psychological warfare.  He died unjustly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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