Deng Deng...
A group of people rushed towards Lin Tian and others faster and faster.
At this time, they looked at Lin Tian and others as if they were a group of ordinary people, without the slightest threat.
After all, compared to them as mercenaries, only weapons have a sense of threat. If they are bare-handed, they are here to die.
The fact is just as Lin Tian guessed, they are not ordinary people, but a group of international mercenaries, led by a white man named Lao Mao.
The old cat glanced coldly at Lin Tian and others not far away, with a sneer on his lips.
"Soldiers of the Yan Kingdom, boy scouts as expected, don't even carry weapons when they go out. They are simply looking for death."
However, just as he finished cursing, four figures suddenly appeared from the jungle not far from them.
Whizzing......
The four figures moved forward very fast, and they were in front of their team in the blink of an eye.
"Fake, there is an ambush..."
Lao Mao's four men who were running at the front saw a black shadow rushing toward them without any expectation, and one of them exclaimed.
Out of instinct, Lao Mao's four men immediately raised their guns and prepared to fight back.
However, as soon as the four men finished aiming and before they fired, they found that the person rushing towards them had changed their position in an instant, and they had no time to lock on.
The four figures have been surrounding them, flashing continuously, each one crossing and cooperating, looking for opportunities to rush towards them again.
"Fake, it's so fast, I can't even lock it on."
A mercenary, who was looking for the opponent with a gun raised, roared with horror on his face.
"I can't aim either, it's like hell."
...
Suddenly attacked by the other party, the four people were as panicked as ants in a hot pan.
After all, the positions of these four people were too fast. As soon as their positions changed, the originally locked position immediately lost its effect.
The four people who came out of the jungle were Long Zhantian, Gao Dazhuang, Xia Houguang and Lei Zhan.
After Lin Tian's battlefield awareness training, the reaction speed of these four people was reduced to less than 2 seconds. The locking time of those mercenaries was at least 3 seconds. It was a daydream to lock them.
"what happened?"
The leader of the mercenary team, Lao Mao, had no idea how powerful the opponent was. When he saw that his own people were surrounded by four people who suddenly came out, and they were completely unable to lock on, he was filled with panic.
"Who is this person? My own men can't lock them down?"
Aren't they Boy Scouts? Where did such a powerful master come from?
Old Mao knew that his subordinates were people who had come from countless battlefields. They had killed countless people, and their marksmanship was very superb. They had never made a mistake. At this time, they could not even aim at four people. Is the opponent really so powerful?
Although Lao Mao didn't want to believe this fact, he clearly felt from these people that these people were much stronger than his men, and the Yanguo soldiers chasing him were far from their opponents.
When did such a powerful person appear in Yanguo?
In an instant, the old cat, who was facing a formidable enemy, calmed down and ordered: "Quick, everyone fight back and kill them all."
However, as soon as the old cat finished speaking, he heard a scream.
"ah......"
It turned out to be one of Lao Mao's beleaguered men, screaming in agony.
At this moment, he was covering his bloody right hand, and there was a saber stuck in his palm. The gun in his hand had fallen down the moment he was stabbed by the saber.
However, at that moment, the person who used the throwing knife on him flashed and caught his gun.
The person who stabbed the opponent was Long Zhantian. After he got the gun, he ducked, took aim while running, and decisively pulled the trigger.
boom.
Long Zhantian pulled the trigger on the mercenary in his hand, and a bullet flew straight into the opponent's head.
Snapped.
The mercenary who had not yet reacted had his head exploded like a ripe watermelon.
Bang, bang!
After Long Zhantian fired the first shot, he didn't hesitate at all, and then fired two more bursts. In an instant, two more mercenaries were shot in the head by him.
Three bursts of fire are almost close to the effect of continuous fire, and the whole process takes less than 1 second.
Each shot lasted about 0.3 seconds. The mercenaries under Lao Mao had no reaction time at all, and they didn't even know what was going on until they died. They were shot in the head.
Another mercenary who was surrounded by four people was also directly wiped on the neck by a man holding a saber when the gunfire rang out.
The mercenary who had his neck wiped in the last second, out of instinctive reaction, covered the wound on his neck with his hand. His face was full of desperate expressions, but it was completely fine. Blood spurted out from the wound. The next second, He fell down and became a bloody corpse.
When he saw his four men falling into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye, Old Mao couldn't calm down at all. His eyes were red and he was about to explode with anger.
Oh my god, I can't beat a few boy scouts from the Yan Kingdom?
The extremely angry old cat roared at the four remaining men around him: "Quickly, kill them for me, leaving no one behind."
After saying that, he raised his gun and shot four people in the jungle.
Bang bang...
However, as soon as the gunfire rang out, Old Cat saw a figure changing several times in succession, heading towards him at a terrifying speed.
"court death."
The old cat growled, turned the gun, and pointed it at the person coming towards him. However, the next second, he was dumbfounded.
He suddenly found that his frequency could not keep up with the opponent's rhythm.
Can't lock at all.
"Is this still a human being? It has changed three directions in one second?"
The old cat found that he could not keep up with the other party's changing speed. As time went by, he became increasingly weak.
Can it be true?
The opponent's speed was extremely fast, like lightning. He had just captured the opponent's position and was about to lock it, but the opponent's position changed again.
The speed of the opponent's transformation has completely exceeded his reaction time, and his own combat awareness cannot keep up with such a rapid change of the opponent.
However, the battlefield is like this, 0.1 seconds can determine life or death.
The old cat, who had been following the opponent around, suddenly felt that his vision went dark, and a black image pressed over him.
boom!
With a loud noise, the old cat was kicked by the opponent's powerful and heavy foot, and in an instant, the whole person flew out.
The old cat, an international mercenary flying in mid-air, seemed to see the god of death waving to him, and he was extremely shocked.
Who are these people?
Why do they have such terrifying speed and battlefield awareness?
No, these are not people at all, but ghosts, completely unpredictable.
