Steel Steam and Flame

It can be said that the rain has not stopped at all, and there is a growing trend. The black clouds tangled in the sky indicate that they can maintain this state for a long time.

I don't want to go out anymore, staying in my own home, enjoying the heating and soothing music, adjusting the cold temperature, and the gloomy air covering the sky with dark clouds on rainy days.

"Huh..." Someone sighed softly, and the white mist was shattered by the dense rain curtain before the white mist dispersed in front of him.

It was a thin black shadow, carrying a black cloth bag, and hung a firecracker, as if hurrying. The whole body was wet by the rain, the wet hair covered his head, and a pair of red and golden eyes were also watching the surroundings. Still breathing slightly, in the darkness, the sound of breathing may only be heard by the shadow himself. The falling rain hit the ground, and the splashing mud completely turned his feet black and yellow.

In the dark night with a gray curtain of rain, everything else was silent except for the cold night air that was immersed in it. Covered with a layer of translucent cloth, everything seemed blurred in the eyes of the black shadow.

The light and shadow of the city were thrown behind by the shadows not long ago. This is a suburb, and it can also be seen as a wilderness that is waiting to be developed. It's been a while since I left the road, I don't know if there are still people behind. The shadows are not sure about this. The dark night without stars has greatly restricted their eyesight, and the sound of rain completely makes the surgeon's sensitive hearing useless. When he escaped from the road, he didn't even have time to recognize the direction. He just subconsciously felt that he was far away from the city. Maybe the situation would be better on the basis of extremely bad.

The actual situation seems to be true. On the way to the airport, he suddenly felt alert. Perhaps the gloomy weather and the rain that hadn't stopped for several days gave him an illusion. The original plan was to take an airship to leave here tonight, and finally chose to trust his instincts. After all, this unfounded feeling had saved his life several times when he was outside the limit region.

Soon after discarding the car, the fire from the direction of the road and the sound of the explosion confirmed his thoughts. He was indeed targeted.

Without stopping, Sombra pressed his body very low, almost squatting away from the direction of the explosion at a very fast speed. On the way, he did not forget to smear his face with the black mud that was constantly being washed away by the rain, and he tried his best not to expose himself to the enemy's observation range.

It's just that he has never escaped from the enemy's tracking, and the feeling of being stared at is firmly attached to his back.

After going around a small piece of soil, the scenery in front suddenly became deep. The rain became louder, and not far away, a turbulent river turned there. There are a few nice trees on the side to strengthen the river bank.

He ran towards the river, and his speed became much faster at this time. A few hundred meters have been run in ten seconds. Only at this moment, in the rainy night behind him, a spot of orange light lit up on the piece of soil that had just bypassed. The bullet pierced the rain curtain with a dark red color, and the shattered raindrops completely depicted the ballistic lines of the bullets on the gray rain curtain.

Bullets followed his footsteps, and a series of mud fountains hit him tightly. The black shadow's body reacted in a straight line, and he forcibly turned back halfway through a bend, almost hiding behind the nearby tree, close to the ground.

The trunk exploded suddenly, and fresh sawdust splashed. The black shadow squatted halfway, trying to draw a tactical knife to look at the situation behind him. But he had to roll to the side suddenly. As soon as the body left the area covered by the tree trunk, a gray-white channel penetrated from a distance under the rain curtain, and the tree trunk exploded almost silently. The mud fountain splashed by sniper bullets seemed to be buried in the soil by a steel bomb. Detonated like.

The black shadow didn't dare to stop for the slightest, and the tumbling body stabilized, and the muscles on his feet began to squirm, splitting his pants. The faster speed turned him into a shadow hidden in the dark, and the direction of his movement began to have no laws at all. He rushed to the river desperately, his strong desire to survive and huge pressure played a role, and he was squeezing every bit of his body's strength.

There was a scream of bullets shattering raindrops around, and the black shadow shuttled in the gray ballistic line. The clothes were grazed by the rotating bullets, and immediately tore, and the skin below also appeared swollen dark red lines. But it didn't attract Sombra's attention, his energy now was completely focused on the burning sensation on his back. Something locked him, the sniper rifle just now.

The footsteps change more frequently, and the body appears distorted in the rapid change of direction. Until a perfectly round ballistic line came through the rain curtain again from a distance, the voice of the black shadow was completely distorted at this moment, and his speed was increased to the extreme. The raindrops that hit his face even made him feel a slight pain.

"Boom,,,, boom,,,," two voices sounded almost simultaneously, a mud fountain more than two meters high and a splash of water rising high on the river surface splashed at the same time.

"Failed to kill." The words did not carry any emotion.

The rain is getting heavier. Several fully armed teams emerged from the darkness. When standing by the river, the dense rain curtain and rushing river water had completely erased the mud fountain and spray that had just been splashed without leaving a trace.

The condensed beam of the strong flashlight lit up by the river, and there was a row of faint orange lights shining in it. At this time, dozens of people lowered the muzzle, and the blunderbuss and the rapid-fire machine gun shot at the muddy river. Countless water splashes splashed and staggered together. As if it was not enough, they opened the fuse of the steel bomb and threw it into the river. After a few seconds, the river surging up, and the vibrations under their feet did not affect the bodies of these people standing upright in the rain.

"Young Master Horror, Miss Iyetta." The bullets with him had been exhausted. Inside the team~www.ltnovel.com~ Lyle was standing in the rain with a heavy sniper rifle, and at this moment, he was walking towards the two people behind him. Say hello, "I didn't see blood pouring up from the bottom of the river, maybe it was a failure."

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The rain is still falling, which is much bigger than two hours ago.

In the black air, there was only a gray rain curtain covering everything, and a splash of water on the river was swallowed by the turbulent water in a short time.

This is a noisy but quiet paradoxical scene. A pair of hands extending from the running water broke this quiet painting with little change. Those hands were a little white from the cold running water, but the tight blood vessels on them and the fingers that could feel the power only with the eyes indicated that the cold had only affected him.

A head immediately came out from under the river, and his thin face had a pair of fiery red eyes burning enthusiastically. After staying under the water for more than two hours without breathing, the time was close to his limit. Even if the surgeon can self-regulate the activities of various organs in the body, oxygen is still essential for their survival.

The moment he reached the surface of the water, he breathed out the heat that was in his stomach, and the white mist rose straight up, and the rain curtain couldn't break it up in a short time. He immediately grew his mouth and breathed.

The next moment, a hard and icy object stuck directly into his mouth and deep into his throat. Breath is one of the restraints.

The beams of countless bright flashlights ripped the darkness around him, locking him firmly in the middle. The body that was about to get up was also completely stiff in the river at this time.

"Mr. Puno, I haven't seen each other for two hours and nine minutes." With a gentle and magnetic voice, Puno saw the faint fluorescence of the mechanical watch outside the light of the bright flashlight.

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