novelones Chapter 338: Furious
Chapter 338: Furious
Tory watched for a while, but didn't notice anyone standing up.
He moved his hands and feet, then jumped down from the tree, cleared the grass, picked up the sniper rifle, pointed it at the ruins, and walked into the river step by step.
He waded through the chest-deep river without changing his posture. When he stepped onto the shore, water was still dripping from his body.
Finally, we arrived in front of the ruins.
"No body parts?"
Toli was shocked. Under normal circumstances, there should be broken arms, stumps, minced meat, and heads here.
He was horrified when he saw it. Only one deer carcass was still intact.
This means that the two of them already know of his existence!
He had always thought he was a hunter, but now he discovered that he was the prey.
How could these two people miss the opportunity?
He searched around with vigilant eyes, wondering in his heart, why didn't he shoot when he was distracted just now?
Didn't you know that behind the hillside bunker, Binglan's hand was tightly pressed by Lao Tao, preventing her from moving.
Binglan remembered that she was taking a bath in the river and was watched by this man. She was already sworn in. No matter what she said, she had to kill him.Especially when she thought of crawling naked on the ground to run for her life, and humiliating herself in front of her lover on Valentine's Day, she became so angry that it burned to the nine heavens.
"Let me go, even if he is faster than me, I have to kill him!"
"Don't be impulsive, he is really faster than you."
"Then why didn't you shoot?" Binglan asked angrily.
"He is a Yakut." The old man whispered in her ear.
Binglan said angrily: "Is the Yakut your father?"
"That's right." The old man said seriously. He estimated that the cheap dad was from Yakut. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to speak Russian so fluently and be so familiar with the Far East that no one in Tibetan China would be able to recognize him.
Binglan was a little unbelievable. The old Taoist was actually a Yakut?
But she was still angry: "Do Yakut men just let people watch their wives take a shower?"
The old Taoist thought to himself, I don't know whether the Yakuts will let me, but I will definitely not let them, but you are not my wife.
But his emotional intelligence is much higher than that of a wild boar. He just explained: "I have something to ask him."
Binglan thought he wanted to know who was behind the scenes, so she temporarily endured it and stopped talking.
The old man suddenly shouted: "Tolly!"
The killer was shocked. It turned out that the reason why the man didn't shoot was because he knew him?
Binglan was also shocked. Is it just a misunderstanding?So how can I wash away this shame?
Tory responded, "How do you know me?"
What he said was actually Chinese!
The old Taoist was immediately overjoyed. It was indeed Toli, and he thought that Yakut masters could not be everywhere.
"Put down your gun and let's fight with bare hands. We will win or lose in one fight. Whoever loses will answer the question."
Toli secretly thought, this man's marksmanship is definitely not weaker than mine, and it's a good thing to do it with bare hands.Anyway, I don’t know who is behind the scenes, that person is just the middleman.
"Okay, but you must ensure that the woman around you doesn't take action."
"I promise." The old Taoist smiled. If you put down the gun, you will be dead, and you still shoot with Binglan?
Binglan is also full of confidence. Although she has never seen the old Taoist fight an enemy with his bare hands, she knows that the old Taoist's speed, strength, endurance, and physical fitness are several times greater than hers. It will definitely not be a problem to deal with a sniper killer.
Tory slowly put the gun on the ground. The gun was the killer's relative, and he would cherish it even if he put it down.
The old man walked out alone, his expression completely different from Toli's cold expression. He was more like a proud outing in the spring breeze, with a hint of interest in it.
Toli watched the old man approach step by step. This face was already very familiar, but upon closer inspection, he was still amazed. He was so young, probably only 20 years old.
The old man stood five steps apart, and Toli began to fight.
Well, the first step in unarmed combat is of course psychological strike. Don’t underestimate this step. If used well, it can make the enemy restless and leave them full of flaws. Even if it only has the slightest effect, Toli will do it seriously——
"Young man, emotion is your fatal flaw. All the people like you I've seen are dead."
The old Taoist bared his teeth and smiled: "So you have no conscience at all? Even if your relatives are killed by someone, you won't feel any sadness at all?"
Binglan's heart moved, and the old man had something to say, as if he was testing whether Toli was the one who killed him.
Toli still had the same dead sheep eyes, and his tone was still so calm:
"I don't know which of your relatives has died. We did meet for the first time, eight days ago to be precise. But what I want to tell you is that conscience represents childishness, and sadness represents vulnerability. I have already passed that age.
Like you, I once met some women who longed to marry killers.This idea was so romantic that I thought it was cool to be a killer, and it would be cool to marry a killer, but after marrying me, I realized how cruel it was.It is easy to kill a killer, but very difficult to impress a killer. "
He thought he was very smart, but he didn't know that neither Binglan nor Lao Dao had any feelings. Binglan was not the kind of woman with water in her head, and Lao Dao was not a cold killer.
Toli knew he was wrong as soon as he saw the old Taoist expression, and immediately changed his angle and continued to attack:
"When a loved one dies, your conscience awakens. It hurts so much that you want to dig it out and throw it away. The way to relieve pain is to dig out other people's hearts. Watch other people's hearts beating in your hands. , bleed, and then die slowly.
When watching, you will forget the pain, and when you hear their screams, you will feel less depressed.
Sentiment, on the other hand, will not reach sufficient concentration until much later.For example, at midnight, when the moon is very full, if a person is alone in the dark and looks out the window, he will inadvertently remember that the person he once cherished is no longer there, and only his hands are stained with blood.
At this time, you are no longer prepared to cherish anyone, including yourself.There is really no need to keep depriving other people of their lives to maintain a lonely existence like yours. It is not worth sacrificing. "
The old man's eyes finally showed a touch of sadness. He remembered the tragic death of the old man again, and his only goal in that year was to beat him half to death one day.
But it was only when the old man died that he discovered that he had always regarded the old man as a relative.
This sadness is fatal.
When facing the enemy.
Tory was waiting for this moment, and even a flash of ridicule flashed in his heart. Young man, the life of a killer is to walk on a tightrope on a cliff. He has a strong sense of crisis and no sense of security. How can he be so moved?
Even if it's just for a moment, he will catch it.
So, he moved.
The judgment of hands and brain is always faster than conscience and sadness.
Sadness is just a chemical storm inside the brain. The wind has just risen, the rain has not yet fallen, and the hands have already killed people.
In particular, Toli's reaction was faster than an electric shock.
Pom Pom Pom!
The two of them changed positions in an instant.
Binglan gasped and opened her mouth into a circle.
She never expected that these two people were so tall that any one of them could kill her instantly!
Lao Dao and Toli turned around and used three head-to-head moves, punches, elbows and knees, as fast as lightning. Lao Dao's eyes were filled with only ferocity, while Toli's face was as sharp as a knife, and a pair of eyes shone with cold light. , like a shining silver knife, with no human flavor at all.