mousepad-d2 Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Yimulian's consciousness instantly hovered in mid-air, gaining an all-knowing perspective like a god.He "saw" the man standing proudly at the top of the army who was chasing him and matched him strangely.
The killer was on the roof of the apartment building at one o'clock, crouching under the raised water tank.
He sensed the sniper rifle aimed at him with his thoughts, and carefully closed its safety.There is no problem with the gun. It is wound along the rifling. It is easy to find that this is an extremely cold and elegant weapon. It is well-made and well-maintained. In the community, the short-range sniper loss guide is simply overqualified.
Yimulian had been exposed to the gun for a long enough time, and he thought in a daze that the sniper fell asleep due to exhaustion, so he missed the opportunity to securely close the net.
But not like this.
The blue-gray dragon-shaped spiritual guide circled behind him, staring lazily and dangerously at the direction of the safe house.The state of the spiritual guide is sometimes a manifestation of one's own will. There is no doubt that the killer's full attention is still on Yimulian, but he never pulls the trigger.
Something prevents the mercenaries from completing their mission at the last minute.
What is placed in front of him at this moment is the mental image of the dark sentinel who has been restless for three days.The cloud of Qinglong lingers around, and it is not clear at first glance, but he can make a dangerous attempt, gather strength and launch a mental attack rashly.An overloaded sentinel is like an unstable air mass, only a little disturbed from disintegrating - the specific critical value has not yet been known.This is the only way for the wizard to defeat the Dark Sentinel.
No one acted.
Yimulian thought that he had been trained to be brave enough by experience, but at this moment, he covered his bleeding arm and lay down on the ground, breathing heavily—the young thief slipped through the front door without a trace, and he had no time to think about it. .Compared with all the things that aroused his desire to survive these days: whether it was the taco in the convenience store or the honor he had engraved on his body, more important things came to mind.
Who is this sentinel?
what does he look like
Why did he give up the assassination?
His bond fever...
If it is said that Yimulian has been looking for a reason to continue to stick to it, then now he has found it.He meets a dangerous and wonderful man, worth fighting to the end, or marrying.
The Dark Sentinel silently put away their weapons and quietly left the roof of Dawn.
The guide took out the gauze from the first aid kit, bandaged his arm briefly, and quietly evacuated the safe house.
Anti-hunting begins.