It can be said that Yan Gui and An Chen were forcibly driven away by Mo Shangjun.

After all, the two of them had a mission, and the white powder they found seemed not to be directly related to them. Now that Mo Shangjun asked them to leave as a commander and go back to continue the exercise, they had no reason to stay.

Although, after leaving for a while, Yan Gui thought of a way and secretly reported the matter to another officer, Ji Ruonan.

Mo Shangjun kept walking forward, looking for traces.

She almost didn't bother to look for it. All the traces were easily exposed, and there was no counter-reconnaissance skills at all. However, except for the obvious white powder before, there was no trace of traces on the road after that.

It makes people feel that the powder was sprinkled on purpose.

This represents a childish and ridiculous trap. Because it is too childish and inconsistent with common sense, it is more like a temptation.

She seemed to see someone clearly telling her——

"No matter whether the arrangement is good or bad, you still want to come, so please forgive us for our perfunctory behavior."

Mo Shangjun used his rifle to explore the path and walked forward step by step. There was an unknown anger in his movements as he hit the branches and shrubs in front of him with his rifle.

In this way, as a semi-cripple, she walked five kilometers.

She was really amazed that such a deliberately contrived trap could be drawn out for so long, and she was not afraid that she would accidentally go astray.

When she reached the spot where the traces were most obvious, she stopped.

The traces that followed were very messy, as if they had been cleverly hidden when leaving - in other words, this was probably the end.

She raised her eyes and observed the surrounding situation, but she scanned the front carefully and didn't see anything strange.

Then, she heard slight movement behind her.

"Mo'er."

The two light words fell into my ears.

Familiar, yet strange.

The sounds and names are familiar, but the tone and feeling are unfamiliar.

Mo Shangyun moved her right hand, and an unsheathed saber fell into her hand, and she grabbed the handle.

She turned around.

In an instant, that tall figure came into view. The wind blew through the gaps in the dense jungle, and the hair under the helmet fluttered gently, making her neck itch.

Her pupils shrank, and the coldness and murderous aura in her eyes merged together, as if condensed into a sharp blade, flying straight towards the figure that suddenly fell into her eyes in this dark and narrow space.

The sky seems to be getting darker, dark clouds cover the sky, and the light is blocked by dense jungle. It is clearly daytime, but it feels like night at this time.

The man stood two meters away from her - walking out of the nearby jungle.

He is tall and straight, dressed in black, loose casual clothes, and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, but from Mo Shangjun's perspective, his appearance is not concealed.

The familiar appearance in the memory, the sharp eyebrows, are full of edge, but surprisingly much more restrained than before. The handsome facial features, deep contours, increasingly mature temperament, and the majesty and pressure that make people's hearts throb all over.

The aura is breathtaking.

However, those eyes that are always unpredictable seem to smile with you at any time if you raise your eyelids.

The light was very dim, and when Mo Shangjun saw this man who appeared like a ghost, he had no intention of getting close to him.

She was even in a trance.

What is his name?

It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't have to be your real name anyway.

The man looked at her and saw her rare embarrassment - her helmet, hair and clothes were stained with dirt when she jumped out of the car, her beautiful and delicate face was smeared with military paint, there were bloodstains scratched by branches, and she was holding a hand in her left hand.

A Type 95 automatic rifle was used as a crutch, and the legs of his trousers were stained with mud and stains along the way.

He smiled.

It's like laughing, so that kind of smile is a bit cruel.

He had never seen Mo Shangyun in such a miserable state, never before.

"You want to kill me."

He took a step forward, his leather boots stepped on the grass, and dead branches were broken, making an abrupt sound.

However, no one noticed the sound.

He looked at her, and she looked at him. One looked like he was strolling in a garden, while the other looked wary.

"yes."

Mo Shangyun uttered a word coldly, and the joints holding the dagger turned white.

However, when he heard her simple response, the man's smile deepened, and he said almost firmly: "You can't do it."

"uncertain."

Mo Shangyun stared at him closely and his voice became colder.

"There's a lot more you want to know."

When he said this, he had already arrived in front of Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun's hand holding the dagger was caught the moment he lowered his head.

Mo Shangjun seemed to be frozen, neither moving nor breaking away.

He guessed everything.

She still has many mysteries to solve, and there is no way she can kill him here.

on the contrary--

"But," the man lowered his head slightly and leaned into her ear, and the words came to her like a low whisper, "Mo'er, I'm here to kill you."

——Mo'er, I'm here to kill you.

——Report, the blue team headquarters was blown up by us.

Two voices came from the same moment, and the sound in the left ear at that moment was like an auditory hallucination.

Mo Shangyun seemed to suddenly wake up.

There were cheers in the channel, but the pain from her wrist made her unable to respond.

As soon as his grip on the dagger was loosened, the dagger fell into the man's hand, and Mo Shangyun also attacked the man at the same time.

The pain in her right wrist and left ankle made her breathless.

Unscathed, she was able to win him over.

——In fact, he loses every time.

However, this time she was knocked to the ground very quickly and subdued.

The moment she fell to the ground, Mo Shangyun thought that if she didn't die this time, she would have to put a bullet on her body, even if it penetrated her heart. Anyway, she was so embarrassed after a fight, and she didn't want to know anything anymore.

.

"Your foot hurts?"

The man noticed something was wrong with her immediately, and the moment he pressed her to the ground, one hand went down and touched her left foot.

Touching her left ankle and observing Mo Shangjun's expression, he grabbed it and twisted it as if it was a prank, which made Mo Shangjun want to scold her in pain.

"Oh shit!"

Mo Shangyun also really cursed.

Two rings fell into the palm of her hand, Mo Shangyun gritted his teeth, and a silver thread that was so thin that it was difficult to catch passed through the air and wrapped around the man's left hand that was against her throat. With a little force, the silver thread pierced into the flesh,

Blood suddenly appears.

"Ah."

The man seemed surprised by this destructive weapon that he had never seen before. He chuckled and took his hand back.

Mo Shangyun put his elbow on the ground, and was about to take the opportunity to escape, but the man's eyes flashed, and he grabbed the dagger in his right hand and dropped it mercilessly.

The dagger, which was well maintained by Mo Shangjun, easily pierced through her military boots and flesh, almost penetrating the entire sole of her foot.

have to!

She was injured by her own weapon, and she didn't even dare to die. She was afraid of going to the underworld to see her master and be embarrassed.

Now, Mo Shangjun was in so much pain that his mother couldn't even scold him.

The man let go of the dagger and let it pierce the sole of her left foot.

When he looked back, he didn't even have any expression. He was cold and calm. Perhaps, he was still looking forward to Mo Shangyun's expression at this moment.

Mo Shangjun almost fainted from the pain.

He pressed her shoulders, lowered his head, approached her almost intimately, and looked at her face carefully. The pain made her face covered with sweat.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you." His hand, which was covered in blood due to the silver wire strangulation, scratched her forehead, leaving a trail of blood, "I just want to see, you killed your master, you

How completely and completely forgotten is the hatred."
To be continued...