[Crossing] Walking with the Leopard

After eating the last box of freshly baked biscuits, Rong Chi began to organize his props.While cleaning his dagger, he considered going out to take orders and prepare for the second half of his life.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

"Who?" Rong Chi stuffed the knife into his boot with lightning speed.

"Hello, SF Express, please sign for it."

Open the door late.

The courier boy is very handsome.

It was only then that Rong Chi remembered that he had photographed a red stone on the intranet last month, it was very expensive and expensive, and he felt a little distressed when he paid for it, but festive things are extremely rare, so he sold it when it was time.Fortunately, after thousands of mountains and rivers, the stone finally came.

He glanced at the monitor, wiped his hands, opened the door, and signed his name on the courier slip.

The courier brother gave a smile, probably deeply impressed by the face of the person in front of him, and wanted to say politely, "The writing is pretty."

Rong Chi glanced at him when he heard the words, "Really, I think so too."

Then he slammed the door shut without any hesitation.

The handsome courier boy touched his nose.

The customer is God, but God's temper doesn't look good.

Maybe good-looking people are willful.

Rong Chi was very calm in his heart, unable to stop the violence with his hands, "stabbed" tore open the outer shell of the courier, and put the red stone with a bit of black in the middle in his palm - the next second, "whoosh" gone.

The hall of the house was empty, as if no one had ever been there.

Time travel is just a matter of closing and opening the eyes.

When Rong Chi woke up, his head was buzzing, as if someone had hit his head with a durian, he was dizzy and very nauseous.

He didn't need to open his eyes to know that something was wrong.

He smelled the fragrance of earth.

So this is not his den.

Employer dissatisfaction?Revenge by the family of the slain?

Before thinking of the third possibility, Rong Chi opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the lush greenery rushing into the sky, with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the sky and the sun, and when he looked sideways, there was a thick tree surrounded by three people , and the chirping of birds can be heard.

Is he... still on Earth?

Is he or is he not?

Rong Chi put his hands in front of his eyes and looked at his own hands: the scars that spread across the entire palm, the calluses on the fingertips due to long-term practice, a new wound on the tiger's mouth, and the traces of bone joints on the little finger, he is still him.

It's just that the traces are slightly new, the healed scar is like a crescent moon, and the new flesh is tender in color. If you feel it carefully, you will find that his body is no longer the body at its peak.

If he had to be qualitative, Rongchi felt that he seemed to have returned to the normal state.

The knife in his hand was left at that time. He had just joined the killer team. Because of extra mercy, he didn't kill the enemy completely. He was attacked by someone and blocked the knife that was supposed to be slashed at the back of the head with his bare hands, causing the entire palm of his hand to be almost cut through. It spread from the joint between the root of the little finger bone and the palm to the index finger, after which nearly a hundred stitches were sutured.

Although it was sutured by the best doctor, but the five fingers connected to the heart, such a serious injury, naturally it can't be as good as before. For Rong Chi, he has become disabled from now on.

His flexibility in holding a knife is not as good as before, and he has been familiar with it for nearly ten years before he can barely match the S-rank killer.

At that time, he made gestures and said bluntly to Fang Fang that if he tried his best, Rong Chi would definitely fall behind.

The so-called going all out means treating Rong Chi as the task object.

That is... all-out killing.

Rong Chi exhaled slowly, looking into the distance, he could vaguely see the setting sun from among the shady forest leaves.

He returned to the state ten years ago, and ten years ago he did not go out on a jungle mission. Looking back on his memory, we can know that this strange scene must have come from the red stone.

However, this did not make him pay too much attention. The eagerness to understand the environment is far better than the curiosity about why he went back to ten years ago.

Because the former is about survival.

Three things can be confirmed now. First, he is in a primeval forest, and the height of the trees is much higher than the bushes in various tropical forests he has seen.

Second, his body has returned to the state it was ten years ago. You must know that he just entered the killer industry that year, and his body has not yet reached its peak state.

three……

He quickly pulled out the dagger in his boots, and slashed fiercely at the bird that was rushing towards him. The force was so great that it almost split the opponent into two pieces. The wrist, the sharp beak cut through the skin, penetrated into the flesh, Rong Chi quickly cut off its head, even so he suffered a lot.Just now the bird in his sight was fighting with another bird, piercing/piercing into the chest of another bird with its sharp beak, its feathers were as sharp as iron, and the slender neck of the defeated bird was smashed with a flash. cut off.

So the third point is that the creatures here are more ferocious than he imagined.

However, if it comes, kill it.

Rong Chi tried to stand up, only then did he realize that something was wrong with his body, there was a heart-piercing pain in his calf bone, it should be a broken bone.

Rong Chi frowned, feeling a little unlucky recently.

You know, he is still one vote away from being rated as an S-rank killer.

Something went wrong at this time, it was like a dark day in the review of the third year of high school, and it turned out to be as depressing as the time travel on June 6th.

Rong Chi still had a good leg, so he supported the tree trunk and let himself stand up slowly. His eyes wandered around the ground, and he found that there were no branches for him to use.

Looking at the trees beside him, he calculated in his mind, and felt that in the current state, the possibility of climbing up was too small.

He needs two straight branches to bind the broken leg, otherwise it will be troublesome if it grows crooked.

But before that, maybe he could consider plucking the feather and gutting the bird he killed just now. After all, who knows if he will be lucky enough to find something to eat in such a strange environment?

Besides, there is no need to waste the prey that has been killed.

For actions that can save a part of energy, Rong Chi will not spend another point of energy.

Rong Chi didn't dare to use fire, fearing that the scent would attract some large beasts, so he carried a lighter with him-oh, touch his trouser pocket, the metal texture, the lighter is still there.

It should be said that apart from the fact that he himself has changed, nothing on him has changed. Of course, the red stone he was holding before he came here has gone to nowhere.

I used a knife to cut the neck of the parrot that looked like an enlarged version, then wiped the blood from the knife on the bird, put it properly in my boots, quickly plucked the hair, and brought the beak close to the bird's neck He was sucking blood—he was thirsty.

Fortunately, although the bird looks fancy, the blood is not so bad, it has no fishy smell, and it is not salty, but it has a little sweet taste.Rong Chi took note of the bird's appearance, and thought that this prey was not bad, if he had to live in this jungle for ten days and a half months, he would catch it next time to drink blood and eat meat.

However, after a while, he found a burning gaze looking at him. Rong Chi has been a killer for more than ten years, and his intuition is like hair strands, and he can feel any wind and grass.

Dangerous creatures approached and took him as prey.

Rong Chi immediately entered the alert state, and in the blink of an eye, he put the handle of the knife on the palm of his hand. This knife was given to him by his master back then. It is in the shape of a full moon, with a perfect arc and sharp blade. It can even scratch marks on steel. If it cannot be pierced, its lethality is self-evident.

The bird with its neck cut off was thrown aside by Rong Chi, its eyes were open, and it died with regret.

The grass rustled in the distance.

Having just drank blood, it may be that the blood here is more nourishing. Rongchi feels that his five senses are better than before at their peak state. He can even see the tuft of gray hair in the grass that is as high as an adult's waist, and the grass The green eyes hidden behind.

is a wolf.

One leaf falls and one knows the autumn of the world, and through the movement of the tuft of gray fur and the grass, Rong Chi quickly added information about the wolf, including height, weight, and possible impact force, and he gasped a little. Tone, exhaled slowly, inaudibly.

If it was him ten years later, he would still be able to fight with all his strength, but he would be crazy to fight a wolf at its peak with his third-class disabled body.

However, the situation does not allow people to escape, and even the time for thinking is as short as light.

Just a moment.

A sharp whistling sound broke through the quiet eve of the storm. Gray Wolf seemed to have heard the password, bent its hind legs, put its front paws on the ground, and jumped——

The highest point of the parabola is even about three meters!

For a moment of stagnation, the dust in the air made a short Brownian motion, perhaps no one could see it clearly.

One snap of the fingers is sixty moments.

A moment has many possibilities.

Some people say that when masters fight, victory or defeat is often determined in an instant.

— This is the time!

All the muscles in Rong Chi's body are ready to go at this moment, obeying the control of the brain, he bowed his back slightly, nodded, his pupils reflected the appearance of this wolf, his eyes were sharp and murderous, his left arm was bent, and his right hand held a knife , With the most perfect and powerful blow, he stabbed the gray wolf's neck fiercely, with his chin an inch inward!

And the bent left arm was clenched into a fist, and it ruthlessly stabbed Gray Wolf in the eye!