Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 33 33. Scarlet

"Squat all down!"

Dean, who had the quickest reaction in the audience, kicked over the stainless steel grill, grabbed Caroline beside him and squatted behind, almost at the same time, Rust, who trusted him the most, squatted down on Britney's shoulders.

Liam, Katie, and Noah, whose brains were short-circuited, subconsciously followed.

Da da da-

The armored man at the intersection turned his body, his fire-breathing rifle was like a scythe wielded by the god of death.

The man in the jacket closest to the intersection fell straight forward, blood gushing out from the hole in his chest, staining the golden sand red.

A bloody hole the size of a bowl burst open on the face of the girl in a dress by the slope, and she fell to the ground and rolled down. Her only remaining right eye was wide open, full of unwillingness and fear.

"what!"

"Jesus!"

"Woo hoo, Mami!"

Exclaiming and screaming, it spread like a plague.

The crowd in the camp ran around in panic, and then fell to the ground one by one with the gunshots.

The barbecue grill was knocked over, the flames licked the silk fabrics and picnic cloths, and the smoke billowed into the air.

The wind blew harder, and there was the sound of corpses overturning, the crisp sound of dishes and glass shattering, the heart-piercing screams of the injured, and the roar of bullets being ejected...

Like a thousand blunt knives cutting in the ear.

Annoyed, Dean overturned a solid wooden square table to block behind the barbecue grill, adding double insurance.

He turned his face and quickly inspected the scene.

There was also a gunman standing guard in front of the parking lot, with an AK47 shooting horizontally in his hand. The powerful rifle shot was enough to make people lose their mobility.

People who tried to escape by car fell in a pool of blood.

lake shore.

An athletic baseball player fled to the water in a hurry. He was lucky enough to escape the hail of bullets in the camp and ran into the soft sandy beach. He only needed to jump into Lake Mead to swim and escape.

With a "bang", a cloud of blood exploded from his thigh, and his vigorous body staggered forward and fell to the ground.

With a face full of desperation, he stretched out his hands and scraped the sand, trying to climb into the water.

boom!
The second shot hit his temple, hard as a baseball bat hit his head from the side, and he flipped sideways, half-submerged in the freezing water of the lake, lying limp on the sand.

Not far from the man, five corpses had already fallen, blood splashing everywhere like a fountain.

Even the edge of the azure sapphire lake is rendered an evil red.

Lake Mead.

The three brutal gunmen surrounded the prey in the "beast pen", slowly closed and killed.

Flesh and blood are vulnerable to steel and gunpowder, and people die every second.

The originally happy and beautiful lakeside camp has become a purgatory on earth.

Dean withdrew his gaze, leaned his back against the erected table, took a deep breath, and took out the M1911a1 from his handbag with his right hand.

The system vibrated violently, and a large block of bright red words suddenly jumped out in front of my eyes.

"Trigger Emergency Event - Hunting (1/1)

Three uninvited guests mercilessly massacred tourists picnicking by Lake Mead.

You are also on the death list, and you have to find a way to survive.

You'll also have to choose your side and take out the three shooters, or join the killing party and take advantage of the chaos and kill three tourists.

Event Difficulty: Easy

Progress (0/100)

Time limit: one hour
Reward: 80 experience
Punishment: none
……

What the hell is killing tourists? !
Dean looked horrified.

"Woooo, I'm scared!" Caroline's alarm brought his attention back. Her face was so pale that she had no blood, she hugged Dean's right hand tightly, and curled up like a frightened little animal.

"This is a movie, right? Guys!"

Liam sat down on the ground in a daze, and Cynthia buried her head in his arms, sobbing intermittently.

"It's so realistic! But it's all fake! There's no blood here, it's ketchup!"

Liam reached out and touched a piece of flesh and blood flying out of nowhere on the ground outside the grill, dipped his finger, and touched his tongue.

Liam was completely petrified by the smell of blood that made people want to vomit.

Ruster and Britney snuggled together, lips trembling, fists clenched, sweat dripping down their cheeks.

"What should I do? Think of a way, everyone, talk!"

The thugs attacked indiscriminately with guns, and ordinary students, no matter how calm they were, were powerless to face this sudden desperate situation.

"We gotta run! Ruster, where's the Ford key?
Noah and Kadi trembled and looked at each other,
"I drove to the security guard of the scenic spot for help!"

"Don't move, it's safest to stay where you are!"

Dean glanced sharply across the panicked faces, and his strong voice had a soothing magic power, which made everyone feel certain.

Fortunately among misfortunes.

The location they chose was on the southwesternmost mountain wall of the entire camp, the gunman's blind spot, hiding behind the barbecue grill, and at least he could survive for a few minutes.

This also gives them a buffer time to think.

Dean sideways tucked the pistol in his stomach and unfastened the safety.

Gripped in the right hand, just pull the trigger for instant fire.

But he did not act recklessly.

At this life-threatening moment, under the will of 11 o'clock.

His spirit became unprecedentedly concentrated, countless thoughts drilled in his mind, and every detail in the battlefield was turned into chess pieces, placed on the chessboard in his mind.

Today's killing was definitely planned for a long time.

The three men are bloated and must wear body armor, bulletproof helmets and goggles, like a fire-breathing mobile fortress.

My shooting skills are still at a half-baked level. If I have to shoot against a fully armed man holding an AK, I will hit a stone with an egg.

But staying where they are is just waiting to die. Mere barbecue grills and tables can't stop the ak. When the gunman rushes over and shoots from a distance of tens of meters, everyone will be shot into a sieve!

So we can only take the initiative to attack, get close to the range of ten meters, and use the "shadow" to kill them all!
As for the choice of killing innocent tourists in the system, Dean didn't think about it at all, and he was not a pervert.

So how do you deal with gunmen?

Dean's thoughts flashed through his mind.

Body armor, bulletproof vests, with blind spots!

The knowledge carried by shooting skills flows through the heart.

armpit.

In order to maintain the flexibility of the arms, the underarm protection of the bulletproof vest is weak, and it will be severely injured if it bears a shot.

The rifle chugging by the parking lot stopped abruptly.

The gunman started changing magazines.

The "hunters" at the intersection and by the lake circled around the camp, rummaging through boxes and boxes to hunt down the survivors who were hiding.

Didn't pay attention here.

opportunity!

Dean took a deep breath, picked up a sharp meat cleaver on the ground with his left hand, and gripped the pistol tightly with his right hand.

His eyes swept across several companions, fear and fanaticism intertwined, and his body trembled slightly due to excitement,

After training alone for so long, I finally had a chance to test it.

"Caroline, Ruster...stay still...you're going to survive."

"I promise!"

A group of people stared wide-eyed.

Dean turned around while squatting halfway, and dashed out of the defense facility.

A black shadow invisible to the naked eye floated behind him, like a puppet on a lead rope, moving in sync with him.

One person and one shadow rushed straight to the back of the shooter 30 meters away, with a vigorous figure like a cheetah running wildly in the grass.

30 m.

25 m.

20 m.

15 m.

The man turned his head and caught a glimpse of this idiot trying to be a hero. The magazine pushed the AK and turned the barrel.

Face Dean.

A merciless sneer came from the pitch-black goggles.

Ten meters!

He took a quick breath.

Dean suddenly threw out the loaded pistol in his right hand, and as soon as the pistol fell, it flew close to the ground in violation of the laws of physics.
In Dean's sight, "Shadow" turned into a cloud of gray mist, moving at high speed with the pistol wrapped around it.

In an instant, it flew to the side of the man.

The goggles restricted the man's field of vision, and he didn't notice the weird scene at all. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at Dean, and put the trigger with his right index finger.

Just press and hold the trigger, and the person in front of you will turn into minced meat.

boom!
The sound of bullets piercing the air.

But instead of the continuous firing of a fully automatic rifle, there is only one sound.

The pistol is drawn away.

Howling followed.

A horrific spray of blood burst out from the coat under the right armpit of the man in the steel helmet. The .45ACP pierced through the weak point between the bulletproof vest, sternum, and back bone extremely insidiously, tearing his lungs apart and forming a cavity.

His strong body collapsed to the ground like rotten flesh whose spinal cord had been removed, and the right arm holding the gun was raised to the side due to the severe pain.

The AK-47 lost its aim, and the muzzle of the gun deflected upwards with his fallen body, spewing sparks into the sky.

The man's eyes turned black for a while, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"How is it possible... Where did the attack come from?"

There is no answer.

An invisible force poured in from the gap in the helmet, strangled his nose and throat, and suffocated him.

A figure took the opportunity to rush in front of him, bent his knees and squatted, and pushed back the man's helmet with his left hand, so that his head was tilted back to reveal half of his smooth neck.

Like a prisoner on a guillotine.

The knife that terminated him flashed coldly in Dean's right hand.

With the activation of fighting LV1 skills, various methods, postures, and tricks of using melee weapons, and the weakness of the human body that is the main attack, all came to my mind one after another.

Dean flipped his wrist neatly, and flicked horizontally, a white light flashed in midair.

Divide the line between life and death.

brush--

Flesh rolled, the trachea ruptured, and the bright red fountain of the main artery splashed out one meter high. The man's limbs trembled like convulsions, and his eyes lost their expression.

"You killed an enemy with a knife.

Proficiency +9,

Fighting lv1 (48/200).

emergency—

Hunting (33/100)"

……

breathe…

A blush of excitement flashed across Dean's cheeks.

It took only seven or eight seconds to rush out of the grill.

The executioner who killed dozens of people with an ak47 died silently under his hands!

But in the chaotic battlefield, the crowd was running desperately, thick smoke and flames blocked the view, and almost no one noticed the movement here.

……

Dean was about to take off the body armor from the body.

The gunman who was blocking the intersection in the distance turned to the parking lot, no expression could be seen under the dark mask, like a cold killing machine.

But the AK47 in his hand quietly turned the gun and aimed at the man standing on top of his companion's corpse.

Da da--

The bullet hit the thick body armor.

The fully armed corpse was set up by Dean, like a tower shield blocking the roaring bullets.

At the same time, an invisible black mist flew around, outlining a set of transparent "ghost armor" around Dean.

Wearing the ghost armor, he pushed the "tower shield" and approached the gunman at the intersection.

(End of this chapter)