Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 140
"This team wants to sell me as a commodity, and in the end I have to pretend to be generous to forgive them and join their team?"

Dean couldn't swallow this breath, his eyes were filled with murderous intent,
Then leave no one behind!
"Medium difficulty means that one of the five people with superpowers should find out and deal with it first."

In addition, in God's perspective, there are three locks on the side of the coffin lid, which he cannot open from the inside.

……

"Everyone, in fact, Clayty's idea is not unreasonable," the blond man defended his girlfriend with a serious face, "in the past 18 years... a supernatural event happened to her, and it became more and more dangerous and difficult to deal with. Next time What kind of unfathomable dangerous thing will it be?"

The red-haired girl clenched her jaw tightly when she heard the words, a trace of fear filled her sapphire blue pupils.

"It's already very difficult to let her support alone. Maybe in a few years, we will lose Clayty forever. Without her, the team might as well just disband on the spot!"

The blond man said solemnly,
"For long-term development considerations, we should introduce another powerful supernatural being."

……

Everyone in the carriage turned their eyes and fell into thought.

No one noticed, an invisible shadow slowly crawled out of the plank like a poisonous snake.

"You're right." Bradley broke the silence, and patted the coffin lightly again, "but not this time, the guys inside are out of control and must be dealt with as soon as possible. Later, at the right time we Then find ways to add members to strengthen the team.”

"Are you kidding? Do you think people with superpowers are homeless people on the street, and they can be found casually? If you miss this opportunity, who knows how long it will take to bump into them next time?" The blond man insisted.

"Listen to me, that's right, have I let you down?" Bradley squinted his eyes and looked at the black-haired man and the driver girl in the front row,

As soon as the words fell to the ground, his eyes suddenly widened.

There was a slight hissing sound in the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, a strange and terrifying scene appeared before everyone's eyes without warning.

A silvery arc flashed.

The Jiban Wufeng, which was originally held in the red-haired woman's hand, broke free from her grasp automatically, and the sharpness of the cold light wiped straight up her white and fragile neck.

But there was a "boo" sound in the air, and the plank, which could easily cut through the flesh and blood, hit an invisible and solid barrier, and was instantly bounced away.

The woman was unharmed.

But everyone didn't have time to react.

The splinter that was bounced off fired at the black-haired man opposite, severing his defenseless neck.

No surprises this time.

Swish!
The black-haired man's skin was ripped apart, revealing a hideous gap like a baby's mouth.

Blood splashed out like a fountain, splashing a large coquettish line of blood in mid-air, staining his chin and the coffin lid in the center of the carriage red.

He instinctively stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his neck, with a terrified and stunned expression on his face.

"God!"

"FXXK, save him!"

"Clayty, stop the ghost board!"

"Donna, go to the hospital!"

The elbow and armpit changed, and the inside of the carriage exploded like boiling porridge.

But this group of people has a tacit understanding, panic and not chaos.

squeak--

The tires screeched against the ground, and Donna, the driver, turned the car around in an instant and returned to Las Vegas.

With both hands, Bradley quickly took out the disinfectant spray and sterile bandages from the tactical backpack under his feet, and handed them to the blond man. The blond man bandaged and pressed his injured companion to barely stop the bleeding. He received another injection of adrenaline hormone and was ready for injection .

And the red-haired girl Kletti stood up from her seat, bent her knees and squatted halfway, separated her hands to the sides, and suddenly clasped her outstretched palms!
Immediately, a strong wind blew up, and an invisible force erupted centered on her body, precisely locked on the plank suspended in mid-air, and firmly fixed it.

But things are far from over.

The shadow of the past, hidden in the corner of the carriage, released the manipulation of mind power, and took advantage of the chaos to wrap around an AK-47 placed beside the seat.

Quickly close the safety, pull the handle of the gun back, and move it to the side of the coffin, aiming at the lock on the outside of the coffin.

An invisible force pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!
Three shots in a row.

The three locks that locked the lid of the coffin were broken and fell to the ground!
Three ricochets pierced through the roof of the truck in reverse, and dazzling sunlight poured through the hole.

The faces of everyone in the carriage changed drastically.

"Watch out for the gun!"

The blond man instinctively raised the shield that was set aside to cover himself and his injured teammate.

The driver, Donna, poked her head back desperately.

Cletti flipped his right hand in time, and an invisible force immediately rolled up the AK-47, pressing it firmly against the side wall of the carriage.

And Dean in the coffin released the God's perspective, turned his attention to the fantasy space, and scanned several lemon-shaped M26 grenades, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"You guys invite me to eat a gun."

"I invite you to eat grenades!"

Two seconds later, two M26s appeared beside Dean's handcuffed right wrist.

Shadow of the Past lifted the lid of the coffin slightly, wrapped the grenade, pulled the tab, released the safety tab, and threw two small lemon-shaped objects out of the coffin, rolling past FBI agent Bradley At his feet, he rolled to the feet of the blond man holding the shield.

It happened so suddenly.

The blond man noticed the abnormality under his feet, and his eyes shrank as if they were being pricked by needles.

The life-threatening spell instantly occupied his entire mind!
"Shield!"

With a roar, he cast a last glance at Cletti who was struggling to control the shield and the rifle out of the corner of his eye, then raised the concave surface of the shield and pressed the grenade desperately.

boom!
A deafening explosion ripped through the air.

The flat and wide interstate highway shook like an earthquake.

The small truck that was running smoothly then bumped violently, and clusters of irregular cracks appeared on the originally smooth body shell.

The huge impact erupted inside blasted open the rear doors of the compartment, and one of them fell to the ground with a creak.

The front, rear, left, and right windows were all shattered one step earlier, and crystal shards of glass fell to the ground like rain.

Boiling white smoke crazily flowed out along the frame, wheels, rear door, and every direction like the rising tide of sea water, during which the bright yellow light and flames flickered and extinguished.

Finally, like a smoking drunk, the deformed car staggered away from the main road and drove into the barren field next to it.

When the smoke clears.

The car was completely parked, full of potholes and holes, and it looked like a scrap car that had been parked in a junkyard for years.

boom!
The lid of the black coffin, still intact in the carriage, was overturned and fell to the ground.

Dean struggled to stand up from the small space with his locked hands and feet.

Suddenly dizzy, dizzy eyes, nausea and vomiting, like a roller coaster ride for a day, and then someone punched a few times on the temple.

Even with the double protection of iron skin and ghost armor, the impact of the close-range explosion made him drink a pot.

He got up and looked around.

The carriage seemed to have been painted over with red dye by a spray artist, and the blond man who caught the grenade had disappeared.

His blood foam, minced flesh, remains of severed limbs, and internal organs hung all over the roof, side walls, and floor.

A foot in black boots was hanging behind the driver's seat, an arm that was broken from the elbow and exposing white bones rested on the seat that had been blasted into rotten wood, and a scorched head rolled on the right side of the coffin, still steaming White smoke was coming out, revealing a faint blond hair.

Dean saw the undamaged shackle, and with a thought, let Ying take it back to the palm of his hand.

In this hell on earth, four people lay down in disorder.

The driver, Donna, was pinned down in front of the steering wheel and was unconscious. Her back was bloody and covered with shrapnel.

Bradley and the black-haired man were motionless with scorched faces, blood oozed from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and their breathing was weak.

As for the red-haired lady sitting on the ground.

Dean glanced at her face, even after an explosion, it was still fair and delicate.

She's like a sleeping beauty waiting to be kissed awake by a prince.

Dean's heart beat violently, and the Shadow of the Past rolled up a submachine gun between the broken limbs, aimed at the woman's head and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

Da da da!
The muzzle spewed out flames, and the bullets tore apart the space.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were angry and desperate, and the horror brewing in her eyes seemed to turn into substance, abruptly holding a row of bullets fired back and forth in the air.

It's like a still photo!

She waved lightly at Dean.

A huge force hit Dean's chest, like a train charging at full strength, took him up into the air, flew out of the coffin and the broken carriage, flew five meters away, and fell heavily on the barren sand. Rolled around in embarrassment for weeks.

He was in pain like falling apart, and his face was distorted.

……

There was another heart-piercing wail in the carriage.

On the sandy ground under the clear sky, it seemed that a Category [-] storm suddenly blew up. The wind forcefully tore down the remaining iron door behind the carriage, and threw it far towards Dean.

The wind blows!

Dean rolled hastily, and the revolving blade-like car door passed over his head and plunged obliquely into the ground.

Almost cut off his head!
Ghost armor!Simulated!

Dean operated continuously, and the shadow of the past turned into armor to protect the whole body. At the same time, the skin and bones under his black suit protruded and wriggled strangely, as if they were alive. The intense and rapid pain swept over like a wave board, making him tremble all over.

Immediately, a bright silver pistol—M1900—appeared in the center of his handcuffed hands.

In front of him, a woman in a black battle uniform jumped out of the car lightly, holding tightly the head of the blond man.

Strings of crystal clear teardrops slid down the smooth and sweet pretty face.

Those red, royal blue eyes looked at Dean from a distance, and the despair in them was chilling.

The woman twisted her neck.

There was a click in the air.

Dean's wrist holding the gun snapped in reverse, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground weakly.

Another wave of thoughts captured his body, and the "Shadow of the Past" protecting him was incompatible with each other.

Under the action of the conflict between the two energies, there were bursts of piercing crackling sounds in the air.

With just a blink of an eye, the power of thought gained the upper hand.

It was as if Dean was wrapped around his body by transparent strong tape. The tape shrank and tightened. He was unable to break free, and his face turned red. At the same time, he was engulfed by this force and involuntarily stood upright, floating upward...

The woman slowly raised her palm, and Dean's toes, which he was trying to straighten, left the ground. He was suspended two meters above the ground, straightening his body like a wooden stick, and tightening his chained limbs.

And because he was in the process of mimicry, the skin on his face wriggled and changed like plasticine, and the oily sweat crazily drilled out of the pores, glistening in the sun.

This scene is extremely weird.

Dean is like being put on a high-altitude stake, a heretic who is being scorched by invisible flames!
"Why!" The woman took a step closer to him holding a scorched head, twisting her right hand while asking hysterically, "Why did you do it?! Why did you kill them!"

"What right do you have to be angry?" Dean, who was erected, seemed to have heard a big joke, and a sarcastic smile squeezed out of his rapidly deformed cheeks, "I never offended you, but I was kidnapped by you in a sneak attack. Goods, sold to disgusting companies for human experiments."

"You attack me first, and I'm not allowed to fight back?"

Dean asked sharply, and then moaned in pain under the influence of the force of thought that oppressed the bones.

The red-haired woman burst into tears,
"I never wanted to kill you, I'm already going to convince them to let you join! Why did you do it all of a sudden? Why can't you wait any longer?"

"What a benevolent goddess, you insulted me and threw me a bone... Hiss... Do I need to kneel down now and thank you for not killing me? Thank you for looking up to me and introducing me to join this great Team?" Dean spoke harshly and tried his best to irritate her, but the shadow of the past behind him quietly controlled the blood and soul on the ground to float up to his back,
In an instant, Dean's Asian face suddenly turned into another completely unfamiliar black face,
The woman suddenly took two steps back, her cheeks became sickly red, her eyes filled with murderous intent, "No matter who you become, you will die!"

"Bury them with them!"

"Destroy it!"

She growled wildly and twisted her palm vigorously again.

In an instant, surging thoughts erupted from her petite body, the wind was strong, her red hair fluttered, and the yellow sand under her feet filled the air, turning into khaki ribbons, circling around her body.

It makes her look like a goddess who controls the mighty power of nature.

The turbulent thoughts completely crushed the shadow of the past protecting Dean.

click, click, click...

Amid the scalp-numbing sound of bone cracks and painful groans, his wrists and ankles, which were held in mid-air, were all deflected backwards by 180 degrees, and his elbows and knees were also half-rotated like twisted twists. In the circle, the skin is ripped apart, revealing the white stubble of bones.

The atmospheric pressure seemed to have increased tenfold in vain, and the pervasive pressure made his cheeks and the back of his hands, and traces of blood ooze from the exposed skin.

"Destroy it!"

The red-haired woman screamed and approached him, her face demented like a mental patient.

This invisible force further penetrated the skin and entered Dean's blood vessels and viscera, squeezing his body inwardly, displacing the internal organs, and oozing blood from the seven orifices.

Dean was like a rag doll being held up in the air, tortured and torn down.

The intense to extreme pain completely distorted his entire face, dripping sweat and blood soaked the black suit and white shirt, and dripped down to the withered yellow ground along his dangling toes.

"die!"

The woman twists the palm further, like slowly turning a valve.

Dean's neck also began to deflect backwards, and the cervical vertebrae began to creak!
But here's your chance!
He suddenly stretched out his hands tremblingly to the side, and the M1900 floated there quietly.

this moment.

The Shadow of the Past gave up all protection except for Dean's vital parts, and fully supported his handcuffed and twisted hands, allowing him to firmly hold the handle of the gun with both hands.

this moment.

The gun is integrated with the body and mind, as if holding destiny!
In Dean's painful and distorted eyes, a life-like brilliance burst out.

The spirit flowed into the blood and soul along the palm of the hand!

The body of the gun was hot, and the muzzle was raised to point at the red-haired woman.

Spirit bomb mode!

Boom!

Empty magazine.

A large piece of .44 Magnum instantly traveled a distance of ten meters and hit the barrier in front of the woman. The madness of revenge on the woman's face froze.
The spiritual bullet radiated circles of ripples and ripples visible to the naked eye against the barrier.

Crazy shock!

After one breath, they were like sharp needles piercing the balloon!
Boo!
A loud bang.

A spherical light flashed in midair and disappeared, and the barrier of thought power dissipated.

The group of bullets moving forward puffed into the woman's abdomen, crushing half of her body, and brought the blood man back to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was reversed.

The woman only felt a burst of boundless weakness and a splitting headache.

Smiling dejectedly, he accepted his fate plainly, stretched out a trembling bloody hand to his lover's scorched head with the last of his strength, and his eyes gleamed with deep longing.

"Vance, Sister Donna, Miller...wait for me...I'll come right away...don't leave."

Almost, her tired hands were still unable to reach her lover's head.

Dean stumbled over, obeyed her last wish, and took the head into her arms.

Then pressed a soul-freezing cold to her forehead,

"I'll bury you all together and burn it," said Dean.

boom!
The woman had a big hole in her forehead, and she fell into a pool of blood with a relieved smile.

As soon as the board heated up, a reminder flashed in front of Dean's eyes.

You killed Clayty Monroe, proficiency +2, shooting lv3 (110/400) feat supernatural hunter activates, you have absorbed 1.5 spirit.

Spirit: 16.1 → 17.6.

With this increase in spirit, the will of 13.5 and its gap increased to an unprecedented 4 points, and the balance was broken.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Dean heard a sound similar to a water tank breaking.

……

"Vance...Vance..."

Before Dean's eyes flashed pictures of blood gushing, and the red-haired woman shouted angrily,

"Destroy...destroy!"

"Bury them with them!"

"Haha."

The nocturnal species showed a sinister smile, its head full of snakes showed sharp fangs,

"We kill as we want!"

The indistinguishable voice of male and female is bewitching in my mind,
"North!"

"Go north!"

One after another of phantoms and terrifying screams entered his mind, echoing wildly, like sharp knives mercilessly piercing Dean's brain!
With a distorted expression, he hammered hard at the throbbing temple.

But to no avail.

He quickly froze in place, his expression changing like a nightmare.

I don't know how long it took.

Covered in cold sweat and short of breath, Dean woke up from the complicated hallucinations, his lips were moving, and his face was dull with a trace of residual distortion.

Patted the tingling temple.

take a deep breath...

Calm the irritated mood and lift the mimic state.

The key was found from Clayty's body, and the handcuffs and shackles were untied.

Then he grabbed a few energy bars from the fantasy space, unwrapped them, stuffed them into his mouth, and filled that bottomless pit of hunger.

His broken limbs began to twist in reverse, and the injuries in the deformed state quickly disappeared with sweat and shaking off hair dander.

More than half a minute later.

"Black Dean", who was originally disabled, returned to his original state. Except for a little dizziness, there were no injuries on his body.

He carried the redhead's body and the head back to the wrecked carriage.

Then find the last survivors of the team.

Boom!

Two shots were fired.

You killed Donna and Miller, proficiency +20, shooting lv3 (130/400)

"Let me go." When Dean pointed the gun at the FBI's forehead, the other party suddenly woke up, pleading from the narrow eyes, and said in a weak voice intermittently, "I tell you a company's secret…"

"I'll ask myself. You picked the wrong target..." Dean narrowed his eyes and shook his head condescendingly, "You shouldn't mess with me."

"Shouldn't."

boom!
You killed Bradley Lincoln, proficiency +5, shooting lv3 (135/400)

……

A scarlet red reminder flashed in front of Dean's eyes.

Event - Contact, [-]% complete.

You gave up the gentle negotiating method and chose the most brutal method of explosion, killing all five sneak attackers.

You can withdraw rewards at any time.

……

Now is not the time.

Dean took a tube of blood samples from several corpses and put them in the fantasy space, then doused them all over with gasoline, jumped out of the car and left.

Fires a tracer round.

Boom!

The flames ignited the gasoline, and the red light shot up into the sky and wrapped the broken steel, making Dean's cheeks red and covering up the traces of the fierce battle.

Dean took out a new suit to replace the ripped suit, turned around unsteadily and walked towards the road.

"03:30. Change clothes, get a ride, and still have time to go to prom."

(End of this chapter)