There must be something wrong with the bird, because with such a loud noise, the bird did not fly away.

In order to verify the difference of this bird, Maori even lured a tentacle to attack the place where the bird stayed. At that time, the bird was parked on a dead tree. When the tentacles began to talk about it, they directly shot the tree into a wood scrap.

Although the attack made the bird fly, two minutes later, Maori actually saw the same bird on another relatively high rock in the distance.

Now, the gross profit was confirmed, and the bird must have been controlled. It should be the pursuer who killed a very ordinary bird first and then controlled its corpse to track the hunters.

Since the visual span of birds is very large, it is difficult for hunters to hide in open-air scenes, but [traitors] are definitely not just birds. After all, hunters are not always rushing in open-air areas. In the mountains without trees and in the wilderness, a bird always hovers above their heads, which will easily attract the hunters' attention.

As for what other traitors have, we will talk about it later. Because at this moment, No. 71 has crossed the entire mountain and captured a suspicious figure at the top of the mountain.

It was the [Chaser].

The two men were very far apart and looked at each other.

Along the way, the pursuer was like a maggot, constantly tortured, chased and killed the team of No. 71. Three team members had already died in pursuit. Finally, with the help of Maori, No. 71 finally met the other party.

Although the hunters had long abandoned life and death, watching their companions die one after another in front of them, No. 71, as the captain, was already angry. On the mountain, her expression gradually calmed down until it solidified, and she did not make any roars and screams. She ran silently under the mountain, neither fast nor slow, like a hunting dog accumulating strength.

The hunter and the prey finally met in a real sense at this moment.

However, the pursuer did not escape, and even did not summon the dead body to block No. 71.

"6 kilometers, 37 seconds, your speed is the fastest I have ever seen." The pursuer said. Although the voice was not very loud, No. 71 had a good hearing and she could hear it clearly.

She accelerated her pace silently and turned into a smooth black shadow. The distance between the two had been shortened to 300 meters.

"I remember that last time I saw a hunter who ran very fast, but he wanted to use his speed to escape my pursuit. In the end, he was exhausted by himself. Before I killed him, I cut off his legs..."

The pursuer still did nothing, and he just watched the black shadow get closer and closer to him.

"You are the first person to see me before you get exhausted, so I can be kinder... As long as you tell me how you found me, I can make you die a little easier."

No. 71 did not respond at all. At this time, she was only 50 meters away from the pursuer.

This is the perfect distance to cull... The mentor of No. 71 is the mysterious woman named Demon Fox. In fact, all hunters named after Demon Fox are good at killing people.

Although they spend most of their time conveying messages, detecting infiltration, and exploring enemy situations, compared with killing people, these are just pediatrics.

What they are best at is killing people, whether it is culling, chasing, or assassination. In short, as long as it is killing people, they are all at ease. However, in this era, there are very few human beings that need them to kill, and people have gradually forgotten that they are born killers.

As the first step of No. 71 entered the 50-meter step, she disappeared. The dark cloak became a trance in the bright sunlight, and then it broke away from the limit of human sight. It was silent and extremely ghostly, and there was no dust on the ground, which made the enemy unable to judge from the direction of the dust flying to determine which direction the shadow disappeared.

And the next second, the black shadow appeared on the side of the pursuer.

Human eyes have evolved very imperfectly. Although it can distinguish many colors and the visual residual time reaches a few seconds, these functions are useless. At least they are useless in terms of "improving survival rate". Because human vision can only capture a wide-angle range of 150 degrees on the front, and if you want to see mirrors outside this range, humans have only one way, that is, [turn the neck], and even the neck can only rotate left and right at most 90 degrees. No matter how large the angle, you can only twist your waist or even move your legs.

So theoretically speaking, as long as a person stands at close enough and his speed is faster than your neck rotation, you will definitely not be able to see him.

At this moment, No. 71 easily reached this speed. So, she disappeared from the pursuit's sight.

A dagger stabbed into the pursuer's ribs firmly and vigorously, cutting from the lateral ribs along the bone seam to the spine, cutting half of the lung lobe.

The pursuer just felt the fatal pain, but he did not see the figure of No. 71. When he subconsciously turned around, there was no one there.

At the same time, the pursuer felt that the knee of his left leg was stabbed by a knife, and instantly completed a 180-degree quick cut, and then the entire left leg could not bend. He knew that a certain muscle had been completely cut off.

At this moment, the pursuer felt that severe pain suddenly burst out from all parts of his body, his robe became ragged, and blood began to ejaculate out of countless terrible wounds, as if he was experiencing a living storm.

But strangely, he couldn't see where the person who was Lingchi himself was.

Of course, No. 71 would not kill the pursuer so easily, because he was not sure if he directly slapped the guy's neck, would the dead bodies in the distance start to kill the living people around him according to his instinct because they suddenly lost control.

So she was not going to let the pursuer die. She wanted to make him feel desperate in the cruelest and most terrifying way, and then gradually had no mind to control the dead bodies. In this way, before he collapsed, his teammates should have time to escape the attack range of the dead bodies.

However......

"Haha..." A chuckle: "Are you still worried about your teammates?"

This is the voice of the pursuer. Even though he is experiencing a painful lingchi, there seems to be no much fear in his tone.
Chapter completed!