Atohuan looked at the trailing traces of the cart. There was a corpse lying not far from the roadside, and the chest was completely blown away by the blue silver bullets. The other man was getting up from the ground at this moment. He was thrown down by the cart that was rotating very quickly, and a tactical knife was inserted on his left shoulder. The mask that fell down said No. 4, his face was very mature. When he got up, he ignored Atohuan who jumped out of the cart, pulled out the magazine pistol and shot immediately, and then rushed straight to Cassia, who pulled out the white passage in the rain.

A row of bullets hit the mud on the ground, like a fountain of action, forcing No. 4 to spend his time to avoid the bullets. When he looked forward, Liche and Cassia had completely disappeared into the rain.

"Very good, your goal seems to have been achieved." No. 4 showed a hideous smile. He stood thirty meters away and threw away the pistol. While pulling out the tactical knife on his left shoulder, he stared at Atohuan.

"But do you think you have the ability to keep me here?" asked No. 4, "or do you think you have the strength to delay a little while and wait until your support troops arrive? I won't give you a chance. And I thank you instead. At least if the opponent is you, I don't have to worry about death or something. If it were the person just now, I don't necessarily have the chance to escape."

While speaking, No. 4 took out a bottle of potion and poured it on the wound on his left shoulder. A dense red foam floated on the skin that bloomed there. When the rainwater washed it away, the wound had already scabbed.

Attohuan in front of him still didn't respond, but just watched quietly, and even put the musket on the ground in the middle of the journey. No. 4 smiled: "I think it would be better for you to pick up the gun. For you, that's at least a very suitable weapon. Besides, haven't you thought about a way to delay me? Just like before, it's okay to shoot with a gun. My body can't be used as a bullet, so I will definitely avoid it. If your gun is accurate and your eyes are sensitive enough, maybe you can see through my movements and find an opportunity."

"After all, for your body size, the strength will definitely be very huge, but in terms of speed and flexibility,,,," No. 4 said, pulling out the tactical knife and walking step by step around the Ator ring. He was looking for opportunities. When he was thrown off the chariot, although he adjusted his balance in an instant, the great inertia rushed from the soles of his feet along the bones to his brain. The vibration in his body is still there, and it takes a little more time to delay.

"Who are you?" Atohuan stood still, but his tight clothes seemed to be becoming loose unconsciously. The rain wet the clothes and pressed against the body. Without careful observation, we could not see much change. Even if the round body was smaller, it was still round.

"You don't need to know." No. 4 said, standing still, "Even if I tell you, you won't have a chance to pass him to others."

"Have you had enough rest?" Atohuan took a few deep breaths, but there was no slight ups and downs on his almost round body. Whether it was breathing or heartbeat, they were covered.

No. 4's eyes narrowed, and he was trying to figure out what the enemy said.

"I'll ask if you have enough rest!" The dull voice was full of anger, and Atohuan's breathing was a little white. After a few deep breaths, the breath was already hot, and the breath was like a leaking steam pipe, and two white mists were surging out with the breath. The chubby face turned red in an instant, and it looked extremely ferocious in the rain. "I'm not very interested in who you are, but I'm taking away my elder sister Lin, I think I need to know your identity and thoroughly check the matter to prevent it from happening again. But now I can't use you to tell me, there are already some lines in my head,,,"

The voice had just reached No. 4's ear, and he had already rushed towards Atoll. The tactical knife cut the rain curtain open, like scissors cutting the curtain and slashing towards Atoll's neck. The feeling of his wrist falling out the next moment made No. 4's heart shake.

"After shadow?" The body immediately retreated and opened a safe distance. No. 4 looked at the ground, and the rain was pouring into two deep-sinking footprints. At that moment, the fat man did move back a little flexibly, just to avoid the attack.

"It will take at least three minutes for the reinforcements to arrive here, so don't worry." Atohuan said, his words breathing with a big mouthful of white hot breath that was knocked down by the rain. "Fortunately, only me and you are here, so there is no need to worry about any disclosure. As an intelligence staff member, the most important thing is to hide your information and eliminate the possibility of leakage from the source."

"I don't know Mr. No. 4, do you agree or not."

Attohuan smiled, and then wisps of steam penetrated from under his wet clothes and wrapped around him. On his red face, all the green blood vessels swelled up. Something in his body was burning at an extremely fast speed, causing the blood to boil. The sound of heartbeat seemed to be drowning the sound of rain in the next moment.

"Is this the reason why you are willing to maintain this body shape?" No. 4 shouted, his eyes became solemn. Seeing this scene, he understood a little. After undergoing the operation, it is not difficult to control his body shape and maintain the desired appearance. It is abnormal for the surgeon to be so fat.

The soil under No. 4's feet splashed, his body knocked open the rain curtain, and the tactical knife once again tangled towards Ator's neck.

"I don't have any talent, and my family's education let me know--" Atohuan avoided the attack, slapped No. 4's body with a backhand. Before he hit, the falling raindrops were already slapped into a mist by the huge force that slapped across. No. 4 immediately retreated, and lifted it up very quickly. The tip of the shoe popped out and pointed to Atohuan's almost-devoured neck.

But on the way, No. 4 felt his vision suddenly covered by shadows. Atorgawa let the sharp blade cut the wound on his neck, and directly pushed his huge belly and hit the front hard.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! No. 4 immediately jumped up on the ground and kicked over with his feet together. Although he was covered in fat that could not be reduced, No. 4 felt that a hard iron block hit his feet. His body was completely out of proportion. He turned over in mid-air. After No. 4 landed on the ground, his body retreated wildly, trying to reduce the impact, but his footsteps could not stop at all. He was about to find an opportunity to counterattack, but No. 4 found that the round shadow could not be avoided at all. His speed was straight and he was not bad at all. He was pulled closer by a few steps apart.

"——You can barely narrow the gap when working hard!" The pants on both legs cracked, and the fat on the legs was now more like a tight muscle. Every time the Ato ring took a step forward, deep footprints would be made on the ground. At this time, both hands were pushed forward in palms, and under the lingering steam, they directly hit No. 4 into the air.

His breathing was a little uncomfortable for a moment. No. 4 felt like he was hit by a locomotive, and his hands and feet lost consciousness in an instant. Controlling the balance of his body, No. 4 wanted to land smoothly, but when his eyes were patrolling below, there was only a rain screen. The skin all over his body suddenly trembled, and he immediately turned his head. Atohuan was around him at some point, and he was leaning against his body. The next moment, his vision was instantly covered by the huge shoulders leaning towards him.

"Dong--" Before his body had fallen to the ground, it was thrown into the air again. Blood gushed out of No. 4's mouth. He gritted his teeth and swung his hands and feet as much as possible. His eyes were patrolling around him. When the shadow followed again, the swing of his hands and feet made him rotate at an angle in the air, and the tactical knife stabbed him with his arm. The adult's fist, four or five times the size, fell on No. 4 at the same time. With the "click" sound, No. 4 rolled around for several times until it hit the road guardrail.

Standing up with protection, No. 4's upper body was stained with blood, and his broken ribs poked into his lungs, and his breathing began to be unsmooth. A tactical knife flew over and inserted it into his lower body.

"Ahhhh!"
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