One hundred meters away, on the hill.

A middle-aged man wearing a raincoat couldn't help but frown when he saw Ye Fan disappear into the grass and trees.

The middle-aged man is about 1.5 meters tall, with slender hands and feet. His arms are as strong as lotus roots. The six fingers of his right hand are clearly visible.

He moved his sniper rifle and searched for a few seconds, and found that Ye Fan was completely missing. He immediately packed up his firearm and left.

The six-fingered man did not evacuate as planned, and even ignored the car that was hidden dozens of meters away.

He turned and retreated into the maple forest behind the hill.

As an experienced sniper, the middle-aged man has three backup plans.

But he didn't choose any of them, including getting in the car and leaving as quickly as possible.

Although nothing unexpected had happened yet, and the position where Ye Fan was sniped was far enough away from him, his intuition made him very uneasy.

Those nine shots just now showed his usual level, but in the end, he didn't even touch a hair on Mark's body.

This is a difficult character.

The six-fingered man evacuated quickly, passing through the maple forest in just a few ups and downs.

As long as he leaves this forest and comes to another mountain road with many tourists, he can disappear into the sea of ​​people without leaving a trace.

"Snapped!"

At this time, the sky was a little darker, the woods looked much gloomier, and the thick and thin clouds in the sky were slowly blowing by the wind.

Occasionally blocking the hazy light, adding a strangeness to this small forest.

When the six-fingered man was about to walk out of the maple forest, he suddenly stopped moving forward.

He heard a human movement that was different from his own.

The sound of footsteps stepping on dry leaves, although very slight and slow, was very clear in this quiet forest.

The originally deserted woods were unusual because of this sound.

The six-fingered man's eyelids twitched slightly, and he lowered a firearm in his right hand.

His eyes fell on a tree in front of him, and then his voice deepened: "Who?"

"Southern people? It's a bit surprising."

A faint laugh came, and then, Ye Fan slowly turned out from behind the trees:

"Could it be that you belong to Park Dajie?"
Chapter completed!