The war between man and wolf stopped, the desert was stained red with blood, and the ground was full of wolf corpses. Yang Luo, Li Tao, the lunatic, the ghost fox, the blood angel, Hong Ye, and six people stood there in a fan shape. And Maihesumu Aishan and Abu stood behind the six people. It's just that the expression on Maihesumu Aishan's face is very strange, surprised and shocked, and a little uneasy. Yang Luo, Li Tao and the lunatic are better off, although their powerful skills are terrifying. But after all, every punch, every kick, and every knife has traces to follow, no matter how shocking it is, he can still bear it. But Ghost Fox Blood Angel and Hongye made him feel scared. He had no doubts at all. If he faced not a pack of wolves this time, but a group of soldiers with submachine guns, he would have to pay a heavy price if he wanted to keep these three women. The price, or even simply can't be kept.
The wind whipped up the sand and dust on the ground, and the last remaining thirty or forty wolves retreated slowly, with fear in their green eyes, yes it was fear, it was obvious.
"Aww!"
The wolf king standing on the sand dune in the distance raised his head and howled, and the thirty or forty wolves turned around and ran away, disappearing without a trace in just ten seconds, leaving only the corpses of wolves all over the ground.
Yang Luo exhaled, put away the dagger, Tao: "How many did you kill?"
Li Tao scratched his head: "I was counting at the beginning, but then I forgot!"
Yang Luo laughed loudly: "I f*** forgot, this time it's a tie." After speaking, he waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go home!"
The blood angel put away the flying parts on the wolf corpse, Hongye blinked her big eyes, stretched out her little tongue and licked her sexy lips: "Wolf meat is delicious!"
Yang Luo rolled his eyes: "Then you resist two and go back!"
Hong Ye pouted and mumbled behind Yang Luo, but she didn't know what she was talking about. By the time they arrived at the training camp, it was almost dawn. Just like Yang Luo and the others arrived at the training camp for the first time, Ivan was standing at the door to welcome them. There was not much nonsense, and after eating and drinking, they went back to their rooms and slept soundly.
I don't know when, Yang Luo was awakened by a loud noise, and suddenly turned over and sat up on the bed, the sky outside had already darkened. Yang Luo got out of bed and opened the door. The sun was approaching dusk, and the desert under the setting sun was golden. Countless creases of sand and stones were like solidified waves, extending to the golden horizon in the distance.
At this time, there were two dilapidated trucks parked at the gate, each tall, short, fat, and thin, and people of different ages got out of the trucks, making a mess. And Ivan was holding a baton, and those people in front of him were expressionless.
Yang Luo lowered his head, lit a cigarette and walked over. A group of people, hula hula, yelled in a row. Even Yang Luo had to listen carefully to understand that these people were new terrorists, but they were very dissatisfied with the appearance of a Russian instructor here.
Yang Luo took a puff of cigarette, walked up to Ivan and said with a smile, "Ivan, these guys seem to be very unfriendly to you."
The corner of Ivan's mouth twitched, and he said coldly: "They will be friendly to me."
Just as Yang Luo was about to speak, he suddenly found a person in the chaotic crowd who was very quiet. Standing there, it is very abrupt, and it is a bit out of place with the surrounding environment.
At this time, Ivan also noticed the man, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he seemed to feel the eyes of Yang Luo and Ivan. He also raised his head, and then raised his hand as if he was arranging his clothes, but his fingers made a very strange gesture in a very subtle manner. Yang Luo didn't, but he knew there was definitely something wrong with this guy, but Ivan tilted his head and gave Luo a look. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com