"Nonsense, it's common sense. Can you teach me?" The two men quickly moved the body away, and heard someone shouting "find them, make complaints about them."

They obviously brought the communication, only saw a dozen cars around.

An Xiaoyao and Xia Qing get on the bus. An Xiaoyao drives. Xia Qing's back to him and guards his back. They run in the snow by the snowmobile.

Just at the foot of the mountain, they still dare to use the rocket launcher. Now, on the middle of the mountain, it is absolutely not allowed. Even ordinary pistols can't be used, so as to avoid avalanche, they use silencing guns.

If an avalanche is caused by misfortune, we will die together.

They cherish their lives, and the agents also cherish their lives. Naturally, they will not shoot indiscriminately.

More than a dozen snowmobiles ran after them frantically, and all the bullets hit them behind them. In order to prevent the bumps from affecting the design accuracy, Xia Qing hooked the edge of the back seat of the snowmobile with one foot and raised the silencing gun with the other hand to shoot at various angles.

All the people were running, bumpy and sometimes downhill. It was a test for the shooter. Even the sharpshooter could not guarantee that he could kill people in this situation. Suddenly, a bullet hit the snowmobile, and the crash was very obvious.

An Xiaoyao drives very steadily and quickly. Xia Qing leans over, adjusts the angle, and begins to save ammunition. Instead of shooting in a hurry, he calculates the wind and angle and shoots at a double car chasing north.

The driving agent was shot violently and overturned immediately. Both of them were overturned in the snow.

There were countless snowflakes.

Xia Qing narrowed his eyes, and suddenly urged an Xiaoyao, "drive to the right. I want to kill these punks."

The terrain on the right side is flat, there is not so much turbulence, and an Xiaoyao doesn't talk nonsense. As soon as the front of the car turns, he drives straight to the right. Xia Qing leans his back against an Xiaoyao, bends up his long legs, drives his gun on his knee, and fires four shots in a row, overturning two other snow vehicles.

No bullets, she added ammunition, suddenly a bullet came quickly, almost visible to the naked eye, Xia Qing suddenly drank, "get down!"

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She lay down with her head in her arms, and an Xiaoyao quickly lowered her body to the maximum extent that he could. At the same time, she turned the front of the car and the bullet flew over Xia Qing, rubbing an Xiaoyao's shoulder.

Xia Qing breathed out a breath. As soon as the hot air touched the cold air, it almost froze.

There are more than a dozen cars at the back, and there are more and more of them. This snow mountain is their territory. Xia Qing checks the ammunition. There is not much ammunition for silencing guns. If they go on fighting like this, they will die sooner or later.

Xia Qing said, "an Xiaoyao, we are short of ammunition. If we go on like this, we will surely be overtaken and the car oil will not be enough."

This is a very realistic problem. If you stop to shoot, it will be difficult to beat four hands with two fists.

The wind and snow is too heavy. An Xiaoyao says something. Xia Qing doesn't hear him clearly. He shouts again. Xia Qing still doesn't hear him clearly. Suddenly, an Xiaoyao turns his car and heads up the mountain. This is the route of his death.

She got up in a hurry, body close to an Xiaoyao, standing in the back seat of the snowmobile, shouting, "what do you say?"

An Xiaoyao's eyes are still, straight to the top of the mountain, "on the top of the mountain, with explosives and ordinary guns, kill them."

"You're crazy. It'll cause an avalanche and we'll die." The heat of Xia Qing's words fluttered in an Xiaoyao's ears. They were less dressed, and the snow was cold. When the heat blew, he felt a kind of crispy warmth in his heart.