Chapter 219 Gunshot

The Jazz turned on a green signal and waved against the wind and sand. When the ghost saw the green smoke rising in the distance, his first reaction was to lift the gun.

When Wu Xian saw the ghost face, his heart thumped. When he was about to jump to crush the Jazz, he saw the ghost face put down the muzzle in the telescope. Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief and saw the jazz still fiddling with his green flare there. Wu Xian was speechless. How on earth did the child survive from the muzzle of so many times?

The ghost put away the gun, and there was a trace of doubt on her face. She didn't expect to meet Wu Xian and others in this place. However, now that we have come this far, let's follow the team! It's better than wandering around here alone.

The ghost face walked to Wu Xian's camp and saw the depressed face of the black widow. The ghost face hidden in the cloak unconsciously showed a smile. He didn't even know why he smiled. Maybe he just wanted to laugh.

"Didn't you leave? Why did it appear here?" The black widow still raised her doubts.

After sitting down, he put the gun across his knee and said, "Do I need to report my whereabouts?"

The ghost's face's painless reply immediately choked the black widow. There was a big fight, but it was stopped by Wu Xian.

Wu Xian said to the ghost face, "Is he here to hunt down Kazafi?" The ghost nodded. After Wu Xian knew that the ghost face had the same purpose as himself and others, he said to the ghost face, "Then let's go together!" If we can catch Kazafi at that time, we will talk about the reward or something. The ghost nodded again and promised to act with Wu Xian and others.

After Wu Xian asked, no one talked much. The temporary camp fell into silence. Except for the sound of wind and sand blowing, no sound could be heard. Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts.

Since the ghost face left the F foreign legion that day, Wu Xian thought that he would not be able to see the ghost face for a period of time, but in just a few days, he saw the ghost face again. Does this mean that another member of his team can't run away?

The ghost looked at the red-burned stone, and the thoughts in his heart flew into the distance. Since that day, when I left Wu Xian's team and thought that I would never have any intersection with this team, I was arranged by God to meet here. I really don't know whether it was a fateful arrangement or a fateful choice. However, the ghost face is faced with a conventional mentality. If you give up a place with a high safety factor for your own selfishness, it is an unclear choice.

The atmosphere in the camp is very dull, which makes Jazz feel very depressed. In the past, if he only knew that the Black Widow could communicate with him, Jazz would have endured it, but now there are two more living people who can still communicate normally, but it has become more dull than before, which can keep Jazz from being depressed. Is it boring?

The sand gradually became smaller, and Jazz stood up first and said, "I'll check the situation. You can talk slowly."

The black widow looked at Jazz's back and gave him a middle finger fiercely. What does it mean to talk slowly? Have you ever seen us talk? You are just a coward and can't stand such an atmosphere, so you fled.

The black widow looked at the ghost face and had no intention of getting up. The black widow sat down and said in her heart, "I'm consumed with her." The ghost saw the black widow staring at him, humming slightly in her cloak. Although the wind and sand have been much smaller, it still reached Wu Xian's ears, but it did not seem to reach the ears of the Black Widow. If the black widow hears the ghost facing her dissatisfaction, she will never sit there quietly now.

A smile appeared on Wu Xian's face under his mask. Why do these two gods feel like enemies for eight lifetimes? There will be no good things every time they meet. So far, there has been no bloodshed, and Wu Xian feels that this is his own blessing.

However, he wanted to pull the two gods into his team and let them get along well with each other. As soon as Wu Xian thought of this, darkness appeared in his mind, and then his brain began to feel dizzy.

Difficult! It's hard to have a brain and a small brain!

The sandstorm finally stopped, but the three of them didn't say a word. All three are the kind of people whose grandma doesn't love their uncles. The time they often spend alone is definitely comparable to the time they spend together with a team member. As for the technical work of talking to people, the combined time of the three people may be a Hollywood blockbuster!

When the Jazz saw that the sandstorm stopped, he ran over happily and said, "The sandstorm has stopped, we..." Originally, the jazz voice was quite loud, but after feeling the aura of the three people, the voice behind it gradually decreased. Finally, he changed to another topic without saying a word completely. I think I'd better come back later."

Wu Xian looked at the sand grains brought up in the direction of the Jazz and rolled his eyes helplessly, "Damn it, what kind of person!" He cursed angrily in his heart.

However, when Wu Xian wanted to get up and speak, he felt the silence. When Wu Xian was in it, he knew why Jazz ran so fast.

Wu Xian stood up and didn't know what to say to break the dull atmosphere. It was originally a simple sentence, but now it is stuck in Wu Xian's throat and can't spit it out.

Wu Xian stood there awkwardly, and the two women looked at each other. This strange picture made the transformation soldiers who were originally surrounded by hurriedly move out a few steps.

The Jazz hid behind a stone and saw Wu Xian standing there awkwardly, covering his mouth and smiling secretly. The smile on his face was very bright, as if the ghost face and the black widow had avenged him.

But the smile on Jazz's face froze the next moment, "Ah!" A scream made Jazz's smile suddenly freeze on his face. The dull atmosphere between Wu Xian and the black widow and the three ghost faces was immediately broken. The three fell to the ground as quickly as possible, and the guns in their hands were ready.

Who is it? Who is hurt?" Wu Xian sounded on the radio with a roar.

There was an uncontrollable murderous spirit in the jazz's dull voice, "A brother was injured and his spine was broken."

"Well!" Wu Xian opened his eyes and asked with a murderous spirit, "Will he die?"

"Well, that bitch just broke the brother's spine and didn't kill him. Another brother snatched the brother back but lost a leg." Jazz gritted his teeth and said, and his fists also hit the ground fiercely, and all the flesh and blood on his fingers without cutting gloves were blurred.

"Fuck!" Wu Xian cursed, damn it, using the emotions in human nature to control the opponent, only hurt but not killing, and let the screams of his companions to lure others to rescue.

"Do you see the position of that bitch?" Wu Xian suppressed his anger and asked. If anger is overwhelmed now, the next person to die is himself.

"Damn it, that bitch fired two shots. I didn't even see his position." Jazz said a little resentful, but the next second, Jazz roared loudly on the radio. 2 o'clock direction!"

Hearing the Jazz's instructions, all the snipers' muzzle was aimed in the direction at 2 o'clock. As long as there was a slightest thing wrong, that place would suffer the craziest baptism.

Wu Xian and others stared at every inch of the sniper mirror, hoping to find the guy who shot coldly, avenge their brother, and use the enemy's blood to calm their anger.

Wu Xian glanced back and forth in the direction at 2 o'clock with a sniper rifle. Suddenly, Wu Xian felt that a small sand grain sliding on the sand was a little unusual. His eyes flashed, and he pulled the trigger between his fingers. A bullet with hatred flew out of the gun chamber and flew to the place where Wu Xian thought there was abnormal movement.

The bullet shot into the sand without obstruction. No one knew what the result would be, but Wu Xian's bullet fell to that position at the same time like an indicator light.

Wu Xian's eyes are watching the place. As long as there is any movement in that place, the muzzle in his hand will spray a golden bullet again. Because I believe in my intuition.