Chapter 245 The Return of the End
In Chi Yunlie's opinion, Shen Bei standing in front of him with empty hands is seeking death!
So what if there is no energy in my body?
What if various abilities cannot be activated?
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With a gun in hand, donβt panic!
At such a close range, this shot will definitely shatter Shen Bei's mask, and the bullet will also penetrate his head, completing the killing mission!
Chi Yunlie completely ignored Shen Bei's "well-intentioned warning" and triumphantly pulled the trigger of the revolver.
And at that moment the gunshot fired.
Chi Yunlie saw that Shen Bei's face was still expressionless, even a little pitiful.
When Chi Yunlie thought about it, Shen Bei was just pretending to be calm when death was imminent.
Bullets don't pity anyone!
"Bullets don't spare anyone."
I don't know if it was a mental connection or a coincidence, but Shen Bei actually said what Chi Yunlie was thinking.
The next second.
Chi Yunlie's pupils shrank suddenly, his face trembled wildly, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end!
But see you.
The revolver he pulled the trigger completed its mechanical operation perfectly, and the firing pin hit the bottom case of the ammunition, making a dull explosion.
But what happened in the next scene was far beyond Chi Yunlie's prediction and common sense.
In a short moment, he saw that the bullet slot of the revolver had a muzzle cracked for some reason!
It's like liquid metal changing form.
The gun was pointed at himself!
A dangerous light flashed in Chi Yunlie's eyes, and his face couldn't help but tremble.
How is this possible!
What kind of pistol is this!
How could it become like this!
Although the bullet has not yet come out of the chamber, a burst of fire can already be seen inside.
boom!
Next scene.
A bullet was pushed out of the barrel of this strange revolver.
The bullet rotated at high speed and shot out of the new barrel with a whoosh.
"No--"
Chi Yunlie opened his mouth and let out an incredible, unimaginable wailing sound.
Not to mention that Chi Yunlie had no ability in his body at this time. Even if he had energy, the distance of the bullet fired by his pig teammates would be much further than this.
Now at a distance of an arm's length, Chi Yunlie watched helplessly as the bullets were fired at him, and his mind went blank for a moment.
No more ideas.
He knows.
I'm going to die!
Pfft...
Boom!
No one could see the trajectory of the bullet, but what could be seen was that Chi Yunlie's head suddenly exploded.
Chi Yunlie seemed to suddenly feel sleepy, lowered his head and fell backwards, falling into a patch of grass.
The wind-stressed grass path regained its verticality, covering his body again.
But his life was like a wild duck flying into the sky, never to come back again.
"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences. I have repeatedly warned you not to play with guns, but you must not listen."
Shen Bei's tone was cold and he said to himself: "Killing yourself is the easiest way to get out of trouble."
There is a saying...
Those who kill others can only kill that person's body, while those who commit suicide not only kill their own bodies, but also their own souls.
Shen Bei reached out and opened Chi Yunlie's stiff right hand and took away his revolver.
Then he picked up the sniper rifle from the pig teammate who was killed by Chi Yunlie.
"The property has returned to its original owner."
Shen Bei took one last look at Chi Yunlie, who died tragically, and smiled coldly and silently: "Death is an old joke, but it is new to everyone."
Without wasting any time, Shen Bei ran towards the exit of the valley with a sniper rifle in hand.
Shenbei did not see Baba Tu in the valley.
According to speculation, Babatu should go back and call for support.
This was also confirmed by the chatter of his subordinates.
Shen Bei must retreat in time.
Even though snipers are not afraid of a war of attrition.
But this war of attrition is pointless.
A gentleman does not stand behind a wall.
Ants can also kill an elephant, itβs definitely not a joke.
Who knows how many people Babatu will call over.
Shen Bei can kill a hundred of them.
With one thousand, Shen Bei would be unable to do what he wanted.
More, then Shen Bei will have to carve his name on hell.
Strategic...retreat!
Shen Bei needs to reach the coast as quickly as possible, and then sink into the sea to return to the shelter.
Not flying.
Easily targeted by the returning Babatu.
This guy is a tenth-level superpower, and itβs completely unclear what abilities he has.
Shen Bei didn't want to fight head-on.
What's more, there is no cover in the sky, and Shen Bei doesn't like aerial combat.
Shen Bei rushed out of the valley and headed straight to the northwest corner of the island.
There is a cliff there, just jump off.
It was also the place where Molik fled and died.
Running back along the ridge, only a few minutes.
Shen Bei noticed from a distance that there was grass shaking in the direction of 2 o'clock.
Maybe Chi Yunlie's men were rushing back.
Shen Bei climbed up a tall tree, hidden in the lush canopy, and gently poked out the barrel of the sniper rifle.
The enemies in front must be cleared away. They cannot retreat recklessly like driving a train, and their tails must be cut off.
Shen Bei didn't wait for a while, the enemy appeared.
It was a guy in sniper camouflage, braving the whipping branches, holding a sniper rifle for psychics, and running quickly towards the top of the mountain.
He had a sticky face, a short nose without a bridge, and two thick nostrils like quicksand pits, which squeezed his facial features towards the middle of his face. Fortunately, the opponent was a yellow man. If it was a shiny black man, it would really be like a gorilla running with a gun.
Seeing the right opportunity, Shen Bei hooked the scythe of the Grim Reaper with his fingers at the moment when the enemy stopped running and jumping, and the sound of the trigger sounded.
"Bang"
The bullet shot out of the muzzle, and a deep pleasure ignited in his heart.
Shen Bei had never felt this way when he killed the eighth-level shooting expert psychic sniper. From killing the first enemy who landed on the island to the current sniper shooting, countless opponents died under his ghost cold gun.
The blood-stained picture in the crosshairs seemed to guide an amnesiac to restore his nature.
This mushy face, like a stupid mountain bear, just put on the sniper rifle, just jumped and straightened his body among the rocks, the bullet penetrated his back of the head.
He knelt on the ground holding the big rock like a repentant prisoner, and his broad right shoulder finally failed to support his upper body, and he fell under the rock.
He was so pious as if the rock was a gift from God.
The splashing dust poured on him, as if to bury the body.
The back of this guy's head was like a small hole cut in a watermelon to test its maturity, revealing a hideous red flesh.
The sticky blood quickly soaked the rags wrapped around the back of his head and flowed onto the wet and cold rocks.
The mountain wind kept blowing over Shen Bei's body, and the small blades on the sniper barrel fell on the crosshairs like a shaking little tail.
Shen Bei took a deep breath of the hot air and quietly observed the movement in front.
The entire island was as quiet as if the power went out during a noisy concert.
Shen Bei quickly climbed down the tree and continued running.
The mountain wind was like a big rock rolling down the slope, blowing the shrubs beside him so hard that they could not support themselves, like a little girl covering her face and crying.
Shen Bei's figure passed quickly.
He kept moving towards the cliff...
