The white latte lifted the muzzle.

[Bullet Time] is turned on.

Bang!

A bullet whizzed out.

But Mr. Red Wine can avoid this kind of bullet.

He stared at the muzzle, predicted the trajectory of the bullet, exerted force under his feet, and instantly shifted, avoiding the shot.

Puff!

Bullets shot at the land at his feet.

Sure enough, I missed the shot.

Bai Latte escaped while knowing in his heart that his current shooting skills were not hit by Master Breaking the Limit.

The chasing Mr. Red Wine did not speak up. Because he used the Lingbo Microstep, he took a breath and could not speak. But a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

...

The captain, Mr. Zheng, Zhao Xueqing and others watched helplessly. Mr. Red Wine and White Latte chased each of them and escaped at a terrifying speed, and disappeared in an instant.

The captain looked like a ghostly expression.

"Xiaobai's body movement is indeed very fast.

"But the key is, why did he run backwards?

"What kind of ecstasy footwork is this?"

Mr. Zheng was also confused.

"While running, you can shoot at the chasing enemies, it's a perfect match for the sharpshooter."

Mr. Red Wine left the lakeside.

Although White Latte has not successfully killed the enemy, for some reason, they all felt that the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

"Hurry up, go and call people and take all the children out of the lake!

"Xueqing, follow me and take a look. Maybe Xiaobai needs help!"

Zhao Xueqing nodded, carried two cut-off guns and chased the White Latte away.

...

Mr. Red Wine chased the white latte, and the more he chased, the more frightened he became!

White Latte was running backwards, but it seemed like eyes were growing on the back of his head. He could avoid the stones, buildings, and tree roots behind him!

He can even turn around, and the steps of turning are extremely flexible. Even Mr. Hongjiu, a martial arts genius, is amazing!

Objectively speaking, the white latte's marksmanship is actually ordinary, that is, between the second lieutenant and the lieutenant.

But the white latte's footwork really made Mr. Red Wine sigh, seeing what he had never seen or heard of it!

"No matter what your tricks are, today, only one of us can survive!"

The Red Wine's palm secreted a special liquid, which condensed into a thin ice flying knife.

This is also a special martial art that can only be practiced by profession in chemical factories. In fact, it was created by Mr. Red Wine.

He raised his arms, arms, wrists, and muscles were like bowstrings, and they were tensed in an instant.

With another "swoosh", the ice that was as thin as a cicada's wing flew out!

The ice flying knife is transparent, so it is shadowless!

The ice flying knife is too thin, so it is silent!

This flying knife is silent and silent, which is another skill of Mr. Red Wine.

The third limit is broken, the life and death talisman!

You can't see or hear, let's see how you hide from your white latte!

...

The white latte is indeed invisible.

It's really inaudible.

However, a cleansing windbreaker can.

Something dirty is flying over!

Its sleeves were immediately swung.

A thin ice skate was smashed with a slight whisk.

The white latte is just strange.

Why did the sleeves of the trench coat move again?

...

Mr. Red Wine chasing, his eyes widened!

He saw that the white latte's arm did not move at all!

The sleeve of the windbreaker suddenly shook it.

Is it a coincidence?

The wind blows the white latte sleeves, just breaking the life and death talisman?

It's okay, let's do it again!

...

While running away, Bai Latte saw Mr. Red Wine's arm lifted up many times.

And his sleeves also flew up many times.

What's going on?

This dog thief is throwing a hidden weapon?

...

On the other side, Mr. Red Wine, he was completely bored!

There is no such coincidence!

The sleeves of that dress were blown up by the wind every time, and they just broke the life and death talisman every time?

There is no such statement!

What happened to that dress?

Mr. Red Wine recalled the legends he had heard.

Recalling a mysterious profession.

[Slave of God]?

[Shelf in the Shelter]?

That's God's grace?

Or a containment derivative?

Even... containment?

Mr. Red Wine's pupils suddenly dilated!

Containment?

want to!

The corner of his mouth grinned behind his ears, and his smile suddenly became ferocious!

...

At this time, the white latte had also prepared a countermeasure.

“The observation is almost done.

“It should be no problem.”

[Bullet Time] is on!

Another bullet was shot out!

Bang!

Got away again.

But it doesn't matter!

The bullet exploded at Mr. Red Wine's feet!
To be continued...