The Last Mecha

Chapter 120 Prey
To be honest, Jia Shuwen came to Jiang Song for no other purpose, just to help Liu Mingye and help this former brother avenge his blood. He didn't think about the future at all.

Even if he was able to retreat completely after everything was settled, he knew in his heart that it would be difficult for him to have a happy ending.

For today's scene, he has already spent half of his money, half borrowed and half cheated, and he has also incurred a lot of new debts. Fortunately, there is no Internet credit system in this era, otherwise his ass who is starving will be in trouble. Jiang Song might not be able to get half of it.

But it's easy to borrow and pay back. I'm afraid there will be no chance in this life. People who owe a lot of money and don't pay it back these days don't think of a good end. He didn't have any illusions, saying that he could get anywhere The place hides far away.

So today, he didn't have any talk of peace or fear of death at all.

The smoke and dust billowed, the glass wick cut by the stray bullet dropped the ballast and kerosene on the ground, and the red-hot stars were blown by the wind outside the window, flying all over the sky.

Jia Shuwen's eyelids were heavy, and the bulging bloodshot eyes looked a little creepy under the shadow of the lamp. The strong smell of gunpowder smoke choked his throat, the strange salty taste rolled on the tip of his tongue, and his heart was pounding.

The two men, one on the left and the other on the right, who had played mahjong silently all night, had already drawn out their pistols, their eyes were filled with death.

Tonight, the entire Gathering Attic is his bureau, there are about 10 people, and the guns and equipment are probably more advanced than the general configuration of Xia Guo's army. The barrage fired from several windows at the same time has no dead ends, even This guy named Huo Jianfeng claimed that the energy level was around [-], but he could still be made of iron.

Visceral piercing and combat ability will be reduced by half. If the heart is broken, or the head is shot, it is designated as death.

At least in this day and age, this is still true.

But for some reason, when he couldn't see the corpse, he felt restless.

Huo Jianfeng's performance was too calm. He clearly sensed the abnormality but did not take any action to deal with it. He even seemed to have expected that he would come to the door.

The billowing smoke and dust drifted away quickly, but Jia Shuwen was taken aback by the scene he saw behind him.

no one.

In the empty corner was a scattered bullet hole, glass, iron pieces and wood chips were scattered all over the place, three bright red spots splashed out from the dark red blood.

There are only three.

Jia Shuwen and the two men beside him couldn't believe their eyes. They followed the messy ground and looked up all the way, and finally saw the fragmented round-headed cross window seven feet high.

The exquisite wood carvings and the spotless smooth glass surface seem to be torn from the middle, and the huge breach exposes the vast night and a large amount of moisture.

The person who disappeared can only disappear from there.

Seeing this scene, the three swallowed at the same time.

The next second, a mournful howl came from outside the window. Without hesitation, Jia Shuwen grabbed a gun under the table and rushed towards the window, only to see a dead silence.

In the courtyard outside the Jucai Pavilion, there was no light at the moment, and the bushes outside the window were painted with black paint, like a black sea in the wind, and none of the seven people arranged outside were seen at the moment.

Then there was another roar and gunshot, and orange light spots illuminated the bushes. Jia Shuwen slammed the gun to aim at the sound, but the pupils who looked through the sight shrank suddenly.

Under the light at that moment, he could only see a large wave of red waves flying over the body of the gunman hired by him, and an irregular cyan electric pattern like sparks passing by.

"boom!"

Jia Shuwen pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet pulled out the orange flame tail in an instant, biting straight at the weird streamer that flashed in the dark night.

However, at the same moment, the cyan sparks gushed like a spring, carving fishnet-like marks on the dark chassis of the bushes.

It was fleeting, and then all movement and flames disappeared, and the bullet seemed to be swallowed by a big black mouth, leaving nothing behind.

"Bang! Bang!"

Another two high-speed bullets, carrying scorching air and sparks, tore through the dark ocean in front of him. Two men around Jia Shuwen fired at the same time, but this time there was no response.

Those two are veterans, knowing that it is not a good choice to continue firing at this time, firstly, the probability of hitting is too small, and secondly, there may be surviving survivors outside, so they stopped.

Darkness is approaching again, and the environment with only the sound of wind makes people feel uncomfortable like scratching their ears and cheeks.

Jia Shuwen turned his head, and said to the man with gray eyebrows beside him: "Old Diao, send ten more people out, turn on the lights, brothers outside, I want to see people die and corpses."

The middle-aged man named Lao Diao was the leader of this group of thugs. He had been on the battlefield. On his vicissitudes of face, there was a scar running from the chin to the corner of the mouth. He nodded slightly, and was about to act, but he froze.

Jia Shuwen followed his gaze, and saw a thick liquid slowly sliding down the foot of the bush in the dark sky, and then several round things rolled down.

One, two, three seven.

Jia Shuwen's eyeballs were swollen, he turned around and picked up the kerosene lamp by the table and threw it out. The scattered sparks illuminated the terrifying scene not far away.

In the large pool of slowly flowing blood, seven hideous heads rolled one by one, soaking in the thick pool of blood like ripe red fruits.

Blood vessels on Lao Diao's face exploded, he opened his mouth, his black and yellow teeth were exposed to the light, and he yelled loudly: "Everyone, don't go out!"

The strong wind pushed away the clouds, and the white brilliance of a lone moon sprinkled down, dotted the silver edge on the pitch-black forest, and also reflected a reflected light spot.

"Get down!"

Lao Diao's cheeks were bloodshot, and he leaned over and swooped down to overwhelm Jia Shuwen. At the same time, the cross-shaped reflective spot in the forest instantly burst into flames that ignited the night.

"boom!"

The head of the remaining person in the room exploded like a watermelon, and the yellow-brown-red liquid and minced meat splashed all over the ground. The two people who were sticky all over their bodies didn't even have time to feel sick or afraid. They rolled over and flew in the first place. Leaped out of the room.

In the next second, more than a dozen rounds of ammunition drilled into the room through the wall, tearing open palm-sized cracks, and the wall skin and broken bricks flew all over the sky, mixing with the scattered flesh and blood into a large dark filth.

This power has far exceeded the limits of ordinary gunfire.

"Mom, is this bastard still human?"

Jia Shuwen got up in embarrassment, large drops of blood slid off his body, and disgusting pieces of meat still stuck to his arms.

He wiped his face and looked back at the twenty people with guns and knives in the attic of Jucai. This was his last manpower.

Lao Diao's order was very wise. It's really hard to say who is the prey and who is the hunter this night.

(End of this chapter)