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Walking into the dense rainforest, Fan Yize did not stop for a moment.

Over two mountains, a forest trail appeared in front.

Looking at the bare soil of the path, often the traces of people stepping on, more and more bloody smell, Fan Yize looked at the mountain road and turned to the woods on the other side.

There was no path, bypassing the woods, heading toward the top of the mountain.

When he walked to the halfway side of the mountain, Fan Yize stopped, and lightly climbed the big tree on the edge, hidden in the tree, and looked at the two Dutch East Indians who were walking down not far away.

The two Dutch East Indians, clothed in coarse cloth, were frivolous in their footsteps, had a machete in their hands, and their eyes were fierce.

From the machete in the hands of the two, Fan Yize smelled the smell of blood, and the strong smell of blood on the mountain, belonged to the same smell.

Armed with a sniper rifle, the microwave scanning system began to scan the situation around, in addition to the two people who were going down the mountain, there were 30 or 40 people on the top of the mountain.

And through the scanning situation, it can be seen that the four people on the top of the mountain are bound, from the conclusions they kneel on the ground and their hands clasped in the back.

Without hesitation, the muzzle of the sniper rifle was aimed directly at two Dutch East Indians who came down the mountain road not far away.

The two Dutch East Indians who came down the mountain, unnoticed, were talking.

"I'm so upset, I want to play with that woman, and I'm sent down."

"What's funny, that woman from last night until now, I don't know how many times I've been played, all over the body is blood, and I'm tied one up at night..."

The Dutch East Indians on the left did not finish speaking, and saw that their companions were gone, the whole head was gone, the broken brain and blood spewing themselves, and a blood in the thick vertebrae rose up.

"Ah" unconsciously a scream, even rolling crawling and escaping.

Not far away, Fan Yize, his face was cold, he pulled the trigger again, and another person in the rush, his head exploded again.

12.7 mm sniper rifle bullets, instant lethality is extremely terrible, not to mention two heads, even if it is an iron block will be broken.

The sniper rifle had two separate barrel tubes, 12.7 mm and 20 mm, one for attacking armored vehicles and one for attacking tanks.

Super lethal ability, used to kill, no less than massacre.

There was no fluctuation in Fan Yize's heart, and far away he clearly heard the voice of the two people's conversation, and the content clearly entered his ears.

For such a beast, there will be no guilt in killing more.

Without disposing of the two bodies, Fan Yize jumped down the tree and headed for the top of the mountain.

The other side was completely unprepared, not even a windproof, and did not seem to think that someone could threaten them.

Close to the top of the mountain, there is an artificially excavated cavern, all inside.

Before being close to the cave, Fan Yize was the first to be attracted by a huge pothole under the top of the mountain, which was artificially excavated, and the rich smell of blood came from this pothole, and the pothole was all buzzing flies.

At the edge of the hole, the hole nearly two meters wide was full of corpses, corpses without heads.

There are children between the ages of seven and eight to twelve and thirty-three, there are women, all of them are women, the body is all bare, the head is cut off by sharp weapons, the body is full of blood, regardless of the age of the body, the lower body is a mess, the blood flow and the traces of the weapon through, the body has a clear color everywhere.

A total of eight bodies, four children, and four women died in immense misery, all of whom were inhumanely abused.

Yellow skin, incomparably glaring.

The birds in the forest were shocked, their wings flew away, the snakes in the mountains trembled, and the flies flying around the holes were scattered in an instant.

Only Fan Yize, full of cold killing, not far away a wolf attracted by the smell of blood, scared to leave.

He put away his sniper rifle and took out the composite bow, and Fan Yize finally looked at the eight corpses in the earth pit and walked directly toward the cave.

The noise in the cave made Fan Yize unable to frown.

In the conversation, clearly passed to his ears, every word did not leave the Chinese, but also heard a word that made Fan Yize frowned, saying that he would transport what he had stolen to the governor's office.

Listening to the conversation from the cave, Fan Yize's footsteps did not stop, when he came to the mouth of the hole, a Dutch East Indian who was about to take over, saw the coming from Fan Yize, first froze, the next second to open his mouth, an alloy feather from his head into the head, a sharp arrow through his head, from the back of the brain.

In the cave, the Dutch East Indians near the mouth of the cave suddenly shouted, picked up the machete rushed out of the cave, and saw the moment of Fan Yize, life went to the end.

At the mouth of the cave, Fan Yize's five fingers each caught a feathered arrow, and several Dutch East Indians who rushed out of the hole, all the arrows fell to the ground.

One breath, the mouth of the cave fell five Dutch East Indians.

At this time, the Dutch East Indians in the cave also all came to the mouth of the cave, and when they saw that it was just Fan Yize alone, one of the Dutch East Indians in this group in uniform shouted a word, and a group of people raised their weapons and rushed to Fan Yize.

The two sides were only thirty or forty meters apart, and Fan Yize was motionless, and one arrow crossed like a meteor shower, and one Dutch East Indian after another fell on the way to charge.

Every meter had a Dutch East Indian fall, and when the last Dutch East Indian came to Fan Yize, he was left alone.

The high butcher knife in the face of Fan Yize, no courage to cut down, both legs are trembling, there is no fierceness in the face, only fear.

Fan Yize looked at him so calmly, without talking, without any expression on his face, he put away the composite bow and put the feathers in his hand back on the arrow pot.

The atmosphere of fear was crazy enough, and seeing that the terrible fellow in front of him actually put away a strange bow and arrow, was born to the side of the gall, and the machete in his hand gave him great courage, but when he was about to cut to each other, his machete did not know when it would fall into each other's hands.

Fear breeds again, the expressionless Fan Yize put away the knife, the two arms fall side by side, the two thighs are neatly cut along with the third leg, then the ears, the nose, the two eyes, the tongue, and the last one is left, lying slowly dead in the body.