Han Xuewei stumbled forward and drilled into a bush, and Han Xuewei wanted to take a break.

"I remember when I came, they were all urging me that although I was a gold medal hunter and the second place in this international hunter assessment, this mission was a difficult task that even an old gold medal hunter could do. I had no experience and should not choose."

He smiled bitterly.

"But I was so angry that I actually said that since I was second, I was qualified to come. Besides, Jia Long, who was third, had come. Why can't I come? He is still a little girl."

“But now…”

Han Xuewei looked at his wounds and had no choice but to reach out to his tactical backpack, took gauze and other items, and bandaged it for himself.

"I know, why do they say that the task this time is very difficult, and they deliberately made Jia Long not come to our front-line troops. Because it is really dangerous here, so dangerous that even two gold medal hunters died!"

What Han Xuewei said is not a lie.

He was still recalling the previous battle in his mind.

Two European gold medal hunters actually died in front of him like that.

If it weren't for the critical moment, a middle-aged man from Long Xia, who looked like an uncle, suddenly appeared and led the enemy away, he might have come into the footsteps.

"How many things are there in this mountain forest? Damn... this new century organization is completely crazy."

Han Xuewei sighed bitterly.

When he sat in the grass and bandaged his wound, he was careless and an African cobra with cold red eyes beside him quietly snaked to his side.

A bloody mouth is about to attack!
Chapter completed!