Chapter 683 The Clan Protecting the Nation

After Ye Tianlong left Lu Xiuyi and Lao Ba, he went down the mountain quickly, but he did not retreat along the original route and found another way.

Because he saw many flashlights and lights along the way, as if they were military police who came after hearing the news, Ye Tianlong didn't want to cause a conflict, so he avoided going down the mountain.

But this time around, the journey was longer. Ye Tianlong, who was overly exhausted, slipped several times and finally stopped and sat next to a spring.

He briefly treated some wounds, and then pinched out a Holy Cicada Pill. He hesitated several times, but finally put it into his mouth.

Things are not over tonight yet, and he needs to cushion the injury as much as possible.

"Only nine left."

Ye Tianlong held the Holy Cicada Pill in his mouth and sighed with reluctance: "It seems that it can no longer be used unless it is absolutely necessary."

Without the Holy Cicada Pill, a powerful tool for picking up girls, Ye Tianlong felt somewhat depressed.

He dissolved the Holy Cicada Pill in his mouth, then briefly treated some skin injuries, and then took a few sips of spring water. The physical pain was relieved a lot.

It's just that he felt very hungry. Not only was his stomach rumbling, but the surroundings were also very cold. He knew he hadn't eaten anything tonight, so Sheng Chandan reacted more strongly.

"Go down the mountain early and find something to pad your stomach."

Ye Tianlong felt a cold sweat: "Otherwise, the stomach and intestines will be damaged."

As his thoughts turned, Ye Tianlong was about to stand up. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a red line on the water.

Ye Tianlong didn't hesitate and fell backwards.

"flutter!"

At the same time, a bullet passed through the resistance of the air and accurately hit the spring water, causing a splash of water.

Almost subconsciously, Ye Tianlong pulled out the Desert Eagle and fired at a patch of grass in the distance!

Bang bang.

Two bullets were fired.

"Um!"

Not far away, a man in black held a sniper rifle and jumped sideways, trying to avoid the bullets fired by Ye Tianlong with a very ugly expression on his face.

Ye Tianlong fired two bullets. The man in black dodged the first shot, but not the second. The bullet grazed his ear.

A drop of blood dripped from the ear of the man in black, accompanied by a burst of bone-chilling pain.

The man in black groaned, but quickly gritted his teeth and held back. He raised the muzzle of his gun and fired another sniper bullet at Ye Tianlong's position.

The bullet shattered a tree, but there was no scream he wanted.

"boom!"

When the man in black felt nervous, he saw gunfire flashing from the side again. He instinctively rolled to the side, and a bullet grazed his shoulder.

Another splash of blood.

The man in black's eyelids twitched, secretly exclaiming that Ye Tianlong was too domineering, and then quickly dodged to the side with a cold face.

For a sniper, the most fatal thing is to be perceived by the opponent as being in danger and to expose one's position!

Now that he had committed both elements, the man in black had to change his location as soon as possible, otherwise he would be in trouble if Ye Tianlong counterattacked.

After Ye Tianlong fired three shots, there was no extra movement. He took advantage of the night and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Ye Tianlong was very tired and did not want to kill the enemy at all. He only hoped to intimidate the opponent or attract the military and police to scare away the snipers.

So the man in black was forced to change his hiding place, and he ran down the mountain as fast as possible along the flowing spring water.

"This way, this way!"

Sure enough, the gunshots of the Desert Eagle attracted the attention of the military and police. Many people rushed towards this direction, flashlights shaking, footsteps noisy, and the sound was very loud.

When the man in black saw the military police approaching, Ye Tianlong ran away and disappeared. He punched the ground angrily, and then quickly evacuated with a gun.

But during the march, his face looked ugly. He never expected to let Ye Tianlong escape from under his eyes, otherwise he would have made a great contribution tonight.

He is the first shot in Hong Kong City and has never failed in one hundred and eight missions. He is a real elite.

When he was serving in the Flying Tigers, he even achieved the feat of killing 18 terrorists by one person, and was nicknamed a pangolin.

The underlying meaning is that the pangolin is invincible.

The pangolin has its own glory and pride, but when he thinks of Ye Tianlong, who is just shy of a headshot, there is unspeakable regret on his face.

After withdrawing more than fifty meters, he turned on his communication equipment and whispered: "Young Master Kong, I missed it."

A quick response came from the other end of the phone: "Withdraw."

The pangolin was a little surprised: "Withdraw? Let me follow you for a while... He seems to be seriously injured."

When he mentioned the word "serious injury", his tone increased by three points, implying that this was a rare opportunity.

The master's voice on the other side of the ear was calm and powerful: "Come back, the demons are dancing wildly tonight, we are preparing hastily, we should not get in too deep."

The pangolin whispered: "Understood."

The other party seemed to sense the frustration of the man in black, so he added:

"You are the first shot in Hong Kong City. I asked you to come to the capital to take Ye Tianlong's head, not to kill him."

He reminded the pangolins: "The situation tonight is special. You can take action, but if you miss a hit, you must evacuate, otherwise you will be involved in the whirlpool or even die."

"Because too many forces have come to the capital, and there is even intelligence showing that even the ninth-grade masters of Death from Japan have come, which has attracted the attention of Chinese officials."

"Not only did the military and police begin to surround the mountain forest, but the dragon souls of the Protector clan also reacted. Once the situation escalates, they will kill all foreigners."

The man on the other end of the phone made his final decision: "There will be many opportunities to fight Ye Tianlong in the future. Let's calm down our fighting spirit tonight."

He also smiled: "Old friend, I want Ye Tianlong to die more than you do."

The pangolin nodded: "Understood, I'll go down the mountain right now."

He arrived in this mountain forest an hour ago, and now he has to return without success. Pangolin feels a little depressed, but he knows that he cannot be willful.

If he offends the Protector clan, he is afraid that he will die in a foreign land.

At eight-thirty in the evening, a food stall in the suburbs of Beijing was brightly lit and people were coming and going.

In the far corner of the food stall, Ye Tianlong opened his collar and sat on a chair, wearing a waiter's clothes, his face and hair were wet.

Five minutes ago, he was unkempt and tattered, looking like a beggar who had been wandering for several years. If he hadn't just smashed in a thousand yuan, he would have been driven away by his boss.

For one thousand yuan, the boss bought him a waiter's clothes, a faucet for washing, and a large plate of fried rice noodles.

Although he felt that Ye Tianlong seemed to be a dangerous person, the boss finally turned a blind eye because of the waterless thousand yuan.

But he reminded Ye Tianlong that he must leave after half an hour's rest.

According to Ye Tianlong's plan, he should drive to Maple Leaf Mountain and the Rong family at this time, but he was too tired, too hungry, and too tired.

He also needs to bandage the wounds on his body.

So he had no choice but to rest for a while at this food stall, otherwise he would not have the strength to fight against danger again along the way.

Although Ye Tianlong didn't know who the sniper he encountered during the evacuation from the forest was, he already smelled something strange.

The sniper was more interested in his life than the box containing Tianyao No. 1, which meant that someone was taking advantage of troubled waters to kill him.

"Grandma's ball, when the task is completed tonight and I have my hands free, I will catch you one by one."

Ye Tianlong thought about the killer in the jungle, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes: "Beat those who deserve to be beaten, and kill those who deserve to be killed."

"Grrrrrr!"

Ye Tianlong hid in the corner, murmured to himself, picked up the free tea and drank it. He drank four or five cups in an instant, and then picked up the chopsticks again.

He stir-fried rice noodles with eggs, and the boss was somewhat conscientious and added two more eggs to him. Ye Tianlong was very satisfied with the meal.

He didn't pay attention to the God of Death at the moment, nor did he care about the black box, or even the looming eyes in the dark. He just wanted to replenish his energy.

The fried noodles were quickly wiped out, and then three more cups of tea were poured down his throat. Only then did Ye Tianlong feel a little warmer. He pulled a tissue and wiped his mouth.

After eating and drinking, Ye Tianlong's eyes became clearer. He took out a mobile phone and did not send a WeChat message or make a call. He just opened the web page.

He cracked a network on the spot, entered a web page, and then quickly sent a few emails. It didn't take long for him to receive a reply in his mailbox.

"pretty!"

After reading the email, a smile appeared on Ye Tianlong's lips. He quickly replied a few lines to the email. After processing, he deleted the web page.

At this time, Ye Tianlong's nerves tightened again, and he felt a few eyes staring at him again.