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Katuo and An Tianwei confronted each other a hundred meters apart, and no one dared to move first. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

When the two were at West Point, they fought many times, and when it came to simple hand-to-hand combat, although Katuo was tall and big, he lost nine out of ten and fell to An Tianwei's men. And this way of losing is whether Katuo uses a sneak attack or a frontal attack, and the result is the same.

An Tianwei's fighting instinct and intuitive sharpness made Katuo's teeth itch with hatred, but he had to admit that he was a level lower than An Tianwei in hand-to-hand combat kung fu.

As a result, Katuo abandoned hand-to-hand combat in favor of a thermal weapon.

When sniping at each other, there are winners and losers, and winners and losers account for fifty percent. It was here that Katuo finally regained a lot of face. Sometimes, Katuo even wants to use real bullets to snipe An Tianwei directly, and this idea is not a day or two, but a day of strength.

If it weren't for Katuo's return to China to deal with his ancestors' old accounts, I'm afraid that the killing of his classmates would have happened at West Point.

As for how Katuo later joined the international mercenary organization and what happened in between, An Tianwei didn't know anything.

The two confronted each other in a line of sky, and the atmosphere around them became extremely solemn with the confrontation between the two of them. It seems that the mass of the air has also become a little heavier, and if someone is around them, they will feel that it is difficult to breathe.

In Katuo and An Tianwei's bodies, they naturally exude murderous aura.

If there is a real murderous aura, it is like those rolling mountains and mist separating the sky from the outside world, rolling and surging towards each other.

Under the murderous aura, illusions are abundant.

When two different murderous auras tumbled together, it seemed to provoke a silent explosion. The murderous torrent flew upward, looming like a small blooming mushroom cloud.

In the mushroom cloud, all kinds of bloody scenes appeared one by one, and although these illusionary scenes were extremely blurry, you could feel the chilling killing aura from them.

These scenes are not imaginary, but real from the bottom of the hearts of the two.

The root of the murderous aura comes from the will that is refined in the killing, and once this will is released, the entire process of refining this will will be replayed, thus forming a substantial deterrent.

Both of them are sniper masters, and they are both at the bottom of such a narrow and straight valley as a line of sky, as long as they use their guns, there will only be one final result between the two.

There will be no second outcome.

This is also something that both of them know well, so whoever can get the first opportunity in the murderous fight will win the absolute victory in this battle.

The battle of masters is only a fraction of a second.

The slightest difference is life-threatening!

Therefore, from the very beginning, the competition between the two was not about whose marksmanship was more accurate, whose sniper level was higher, and whose sniper position changed more quickly. All of these competitions have been fought countless times at West Point, and there is no point in competing again.

Katuo is very confident.

He has participated in the International Mercenary Corps for so many years and has participated in many wars, and these experiences have long sharpened his iron-blooded and ruthless state of mind.

An Tianwei is a knot in Katuo's heart, a knot that must be untied.

There is not much reason, just because he thinks that An Tianwei is an inferior yellow race, a yellow race born in a backward country and a backward nation, such a person actually won all the battles in hand-to-hand combat and tied in sniping, a result that Katuo could never bear.

He needs to use An Tianwei's to wash away this shame at West Point.

Yes, shame. For Katuo, it is a shame in itself to study at a top military academy like West Point with An Tianwei, not to mention that An Tianwei's grades are getting better and better, which has become an insult to him personally.

Only blood is the best cleaning agent!

An Tianwei looked at Katuo, whose expression had become a little hideous, with a calm face.

The murderous aura released from the outside kept colliding and agitating in the middle of the two, comparable to each other.

Katuo almost didn't believe what he was seeing.

He dared to stand alone in the first line of heaven like this, precisely because he felt that in terms of murderous spirit, he would be far superior to An Tianwei, so he spent a lot of effort to lead An Tianwei to the first line of heaven.

It was a fair matchup, but in fact, if Katuo didn't think he was more than 90 percent sure, he wouldn't have done such a heroic thing.

For him, heroes are used to be killed on the battlefield, just like An Tianwei now!

However, to his surprise, An Tianwei's murderous aura would be so rich and pure. This means that An Tianwei has experienced no less killings than him, that is, this guy who doesn't look like a murderer has as much blood on his hands as a mercenary legion.

How is this possible?

Katuo's face became even more hideous, and he picked up his gun, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at An Tianwei.

At the same time, An Tianwei's movements turned out to be like a mirror of Katuo, and the timing and amplitude of the two raising their guns were exactly the same.

Muzzle finger at gunpoint!

Murderous surge!

Katuo's breath grew a little heavier. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He also couldn't believe that the inferior yellow race he despised could grow to such a point over the years!

"Why?!" Katuo roared. His fingers hooked the trigger, and the hook was so tight that it was just one line away from triggering the bullet to eject the chamber. It's just this one, but his fingers can't be buckled.

Because he had a strong premonition that as long as his fingers were picked down, his life would be cut off here today.

An Tianwei is an inferior yellow man of an inferior nation, and dying with a person like An Tianwei is also a shame for Katuo.

An Tianwei, who looked very calm, was a little too calm at this time, and on his face, there was already indifference transformed from calmness.

And the murderous surge between the two presented all kinds of battlefield illusions set off An Tianwei's indifference extremely shocking.

Only iron-blooded people can have such an expression and such a state of mind.

Katuo's heart welled up with regret.

He's too big. If it weren't for his insistence on one-on-one heads-up with An Tianwei, there would not be such a situation today. When facing An Tianwei, he would not have such a strong premonition of death.

With Katuo's roar, the murderous aura of the confrontation in the middle suddenly changed.

An Tianwei's murderous aura overwhelmed Katuo's murderous aura like a tide, and little by little began to erode towards the place where Katuo was standing.

"Your heart is in turmoil!" An Tianwei's voice was as cold as his face, and every word was like an ice arrow with a cold breath, shooting into Katuo's heart.

Katuo was a little distraught.

Because he is more afraid of death than An Tianwei.

Fear of death has always been a virtue that Katuo considers to be a virtue.

He can inflict the most cruel punishment on others, and he will get the pleasure he thinks he deserves from it, but he will never give anyone the opportunity to get it from him.

The more brutal a person is, the more fragile his heart is, and brutality is a very hard piece of his armor, as long as this hard armor is penetrated and hurts his essence, then he will be hurt more ruthlessly and deeply than others.

Therefore, when Katuo's murderous spirit couldn't overwhelm An Tianwei, his heart was a little messy. This little bit of chaos made the illusion in his murderous aura suddenly collapse.

On the contrary, the illusion in An Tianwei's murderous aura is like substance.

When the king cobra was chased all over the world, the members of the king cobra were killed and injured in his hands, and those were the elite of the king cobra! The scenes when these elite members of the king cobra were killed were presented one by one in An Tianwei's murderous vision.

The illusion itself is like a dagger, like a knife, and when you gain an advantage, this dagger-like illusion will also grow, like a sword and a spear!

Involuntarily, Katuo, who had already had a crack in his will, began to tremble.

This rift is a crack in his brutal armor, once this rift expands, his brutality will be gradually stripped away, and without the brutal armor, what Katuo has left is nothing to fear.

The rift was expanding, and An Tianwei's murderous aura rolled over. Gradually, it engulfed Katuo.

Katuo, who was in An Tianwei's murderous aura, did not feel anything else.

His expression became a little sluggish.

"Grandpa...... Daddy......"

What came to mind from Katuo's mind was a scene from his childhood. His ignorance, his curiosity, and the faces of the two generations of his predecessors that kept alternating in front of him.

"Pap ......" "Pap ......"

A few slaps! were crisp, ringing in Katuo's mind.

Katuo shrank all over, as if this slap had passed directly through his childhood and adolescence, decades later, and slapped him in the face at this time.

On his face, he once left the slap of his ancestors and fathers. That was the beginning of his transformation from a teenager who didn't know anything to a beast.

"They're all inferior people, they're all thieves, they're all criminals, they're stealing everything we should enjoy. Kill them all!" his ancestors had told him.

"Kill them all!" his father had taught him.

Kill them all!

Katuo's eyes, who were in An Tianwei's murderous aura, gradually changed from turbidity to clarity and then to fanaticism.

A swastika filled his eyes.

"Kill them all!" came a low, beast-like roar from Katuo's throat.

Gunshots!

Katuo looked at the puddle of blood on his chest with some confusion. The blood was like a moist and warm flower, and gradually his chest bloomed, blooming.

"Gollum...... "Goo" Katuo's throat continued to be filled with blood, spilling out of his mouth like a spring.

Faintly, in his blurred vision, he saw a figure walking slowly.

"I've never seen you as my real opponent! You're just a poor person!" An Tianwei's voice was still as cold as ice.

(3,000 words, another miserable word in the stock market today.) Good night everyone. ）

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