Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 34 34. The Lore
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sky turned purple and black, the dark clouds lingered, the ground was blown by strong winds, and Lake Mead was covered with blood.

Camp under the interstate highway ramp.

The flames scattered into the wind with striking white smoke, like shrouds stretched in mid-air.

The unfortunate people piled up all over the ground, shirts, t-shirts, and dresses became blood-stained, warm blood spewed from the holes in the clothes, and the soft sand was stained with blood pools everywhere.

The screaming and wailing continued, and the air was filled with a sickening stench.

Without warning, the butcher by the parking lot suddenly fell down, and a hole was torn open in the circle of death.

Survivors nearby grabbed hold of straws, lowered their bodies and ran towards the escape channel.

Dead, all dead!

Kerry, the catcher of the baseball team, was panting heavily. He had only seen such bloody shooting scenes on TV and screens. He laughed at the fleeing crowd more than once, naively thinking that he would be able to counter-kill the shooter beautifully. , Become the hero that everyone is looking forward to!

The fact is quite the opposite. He was terrified at the first moment of the gunshot, his mind went blank, and his instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.

Like countless "cowards", he ran and hid everywhere.

The FBI, lone shooter, hero, and savior are all fake!

It's true to live!
He moved mechanically with weak feet, passing over the corpses of his familiar companions, but he didn't dare to look up at the place where the gunfire sounded.

The car keys were clenched tightly in the palm of his hand and pierced his skin.

All the sounds and pictures went away, and only the white Volvo beside the parking lot remained in sight.

Get in the car and survive!
"boom!"

A "corpse" stood up suddenly on the way. He couldn't react in time, and slammed into it hard. His body trembled, his eyes turned white, and he almost lost his breath.

"Fack squid! Vazel, what are you doing here?!"

A black man in a baseball shirt straightened his hat, lying on the side of the overturned square table, rubbing his shoulders, and looking ghostly at the intersection.

Kerry pushed the other party hard, his face flushed, saliva flew, and he frantically vented his inner fear.
"Nigg is not afraid of death? Get out!"

"Someone!" Zeval's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips twitched excitedly. "Someone killed the shooter."

"Daydreaming! If you don't escape, you will die!"

"Look! Look over there!"

Follow the direction of Zevar's finger.

A man was turned away from them, walking against the fleeing crowd.

Dean struggled to support the corpse of the thug in front of him, plus the equipment, at least [-] pounds. Even with the assistance of "Shadow", it took a lot of energy in just a few seconds. His chin slipped, soaking the shirt on his chest.

Da da da--

The bullet casings were thrown out continuously from the casing ejection window, and scattered under the armored man's feet with green smoke.

The armored man picked up the AK and fired more than a dozen shots in one breath. Every time a bullet hit, the human shield in front of Dean would shake like an electric shock, as if dancing a stiff mechanical dance in the flesh and blood purgatory.

50 m.

The battle at the intersection fell into a strange but brief stalemate.

The attacker kept changing directions in a circle, trying to shoot the man behind the corpse, but he had a disabled leg, walked with a limp, and moved at a slightly slower speed.

And the defender is like a tortoise circling around him, always making him unable to do what he wants.

But the distance between the two sides is shortening rapidly.

40 m.

The armored man suddenly turned his gun, chug——

A girl who had sneaked sideways into the parking lot fell to the ground without saying a word.

The basketball vest bloomed a dazzling red, as cruel as a withered stamen.

30 m.

Dean was panting violently, but he was more concentrated than ever, his eyes were frighteningly bright like fire.

He had no time to be afraid, and a thought surged in his heart.

Once ten meters arrive, I will send you to hell!
But things developed beyond his expectation.

The armored man suddenly tucked the rifle under his arm, and took out a round grenade from his waist.

Dean's pupils froze.

Wald hair.

Kaz --

Slight poking sound.

The man threw out the grenade, and the grenade drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and precisely landed on the corpse of the standing companion.

Dean immediately pushed away the burden in front of him and pressed against the grenade, before throwing himself to the side.

boom!
The explosion was deafening.

Dust, grit, and minced meat filled the air.

A large crater was blown out of the ground by the grenade, and the black-smoky body rolled over with the impact.

A figure rushed out of the dense smoke and dust!
Dean charged straight at the man.

Holding a gun in his right hand and a knife in his left, his pale and cold face has a firm gaze, and his figure passes through the battlefield tens of meters like lightning, like a martyr piously rushing to death.

Confront modern weapons with flesh and blood!

There was a silent laugh at the full-face helmet.

Da da da--

The black muzzle of the gun spewed deadly flames at him.

two seconds.

The man poured out all the dozen or so bullets in the magazine, and all of them hit the target, but immediately after, he fell into extreme shock.

He didn't see the expected scene of blood flying everywhere and his body being torn apart.

Those fired bullets seemed to fly into the vast void and disappeared.

The man in the gray T-shirt continued to charge himself unscathed.

"Jesus!"

This extremely weird scene stimulated the man's scalp to tingle, and the hand that changed the magazine froze in mid-air.

He has participated in hundreds of battles, large and small, including the great defeat of the United States that ended eight years ago, but he has never seen this situation.

hallucinations?
Hallucinations before death?

Ten meters has arrived!

Between Lightning and Flint.

Dean threw the pistol at him like a throwing knife.

The pistol turned a corner in mid-air and flew in an arc.

Before the man could react, it was pasted on his defenseless right armpit holding the rifle.

Transparent fingers squeezed the trigger.

boom!
Gunshots.

The man snorted, let go of the rifle in his arms, and fell to the ground in severe pain.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible force suppressed his body.

His face turned cold.

Someone took off his helmet and put a cold pistol in the middle of his forehead.

The last moment of life.

The man's blurred eyes saw a face covered with sweat.

Young, youthful, exuding a strong youthful atmosphere, should be talking about women, weeds in school...

But at the moment it was frighteningly cold, like a messenger from hell.

How can this be?

"die!"

boom!
You killed a gunner using a Colt M1911A1.

Proficiency +10.

shot lv0 (22/100)

emergency—

hunting (66/100)

……

Dean staggered to his feet with the AK in hand, looking at the gunman's face.

"It's him?"

The face under the helmet is weather-beaten, with rough skin, an aquiline nose, and a beard that goes past the ears.

It's the cripple you saw in the Silent Hunter gun shop!

"Three gunmen, the number is matched, but what reason is there to attack a group of innocent students? Just to retaliate against the United States?"

But Dean didn't have much time to think, and his face showed deep fatigue.

The 1-minute burst of action consumed a lot of his physical energy. If he hadn't had the iron man talent to continuously convert the food he ate not long ago into physical energy and energy, he would have been unable to support it.

His mental state is terrible.

His temples were swollen and his head was dizzy.

The figure of "Shadow", who forcibly ate a dozen or so rounds of 7.62mm bullets, faded into a translucent gray. It was obvious that he had suffered too much impact in a short period of time, and would soon disband and return to his body.

At that time, Dean will lose his biggest reliance on the "invisible killer"!

"We must fight quickly!"

……

The No.3 shooter by the lake kicked over a dead body, and locked his eyes on the alien in the battlefield, Dean, who was standing upright 80 meters away.

He was stunned for a second, then trotted forward with the AK in his hand, stepped over young corpses and overturned barbecue utensils, and shot at Dean with precision.

Da da da!
The rain of bullets passed by, drawing a straight line of bullet holes on the ground around Dean, and sand, stones and dust splashed like a fountain in a pool.

Dean rolled behind the grill with a "human body armor".

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his body trembled uncontrollably due to tension.

three seconds.

The shooting stopped.

Holding the AK with both hands, Dean poked the barrel out of the guard and held the trigger.

Da da da--

A volley of bullets roared at the gunman.

But the shooting lasted only a second before stopping abruptly.

The recoil of the AK-47, which was far stronger than that of the Colt pistol, made Dean's wrist numb.

His poor marksmanship is evident...wrist shakes so badly, [-] out of [-] shots into the air against the nimble gunner.

The two shots that hit were also abruptly eaten by the opponent's body armor.

Law!

Dean drops his bare AK and holds the Colt in both hands.

He took out the magazine and took a look.

4 bullets left.

My thoughts turned.

"Shadow" can eat at most ten rounds of bullets and will disappear. Now he rushes out recklessly, halfway through, he will be swept into a sieve by AK.

We can only wait, the shooter takes the initiative to approach the hunting range of "Shadow"!

"Don't send grenades, don't send grenades!"

Dean prayed repeatedly in his heart!

God seemed to have heard his prayers. The No.3 shooter didn't notice the strange scene of Dean killing his companion before, and rushed all the way to a place less than 20 meters away from him with his gun.

zizi——

"Shadow" flickered a few times, like a TV screen that was about to go out.

Can't delay!

Dean held his breath, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

Throw the gun.

turn around.

Out of cover.

The transparent "shadow" wrapped around Colt, floated in front of him, and faced the muzzle of the AK instead of him.

Da da da--

A piercing gunshot shook Dean's head.

Bullets passed through the air one after another, and hit him hard in front of him with powerful kinetic energy, forming an invisible barrier composed of "shadows".

Suddenly, the group of bullets stretched the gray body of "Shadow" back to the limit, approaching Dean infinitely behind.

One of the most recent.

Less than ten centimeters away from Dean's right eye, the wind was piercing, his hair stood on end, and his back was hot.

He clearly smelled the gunpowder left in the shell casing.

That's the smell of death!
pat.

In the nick of time, the kinetic energy of the bullet was exhausted.

The warhead landed.

"Shadow" also exhausted its last strength and turned into a mist to return to Dean's body, unable to complete the final lore.

At this time, the distance to the shooter was less than eight meters!
Dean rolled on the ground, picked up Colt the moment he got up, held it with both hands, knelt on his left knee, and pulled the trigger in an extremely standard kneeling posture.

boom!
With the first bullet, Dean hit the magazine being reloaded like a godsend.

Magazines fly.

The man let out a strange cry, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Bang bang bang!
Dean got up and approached, pulling the trigger continuously.

The remaining three bullets were all shot at the man's unprotected lower body, but the man quickly sprinted aside to avoid the vital point, only bursting a cloud of blood on his thigh.

less than three meters apart.

Eyes intertwined.

Dean let out an angry growl, threw away the pistol, and rushed towards the shooter with a grim expression.

But a bright knife light bloomed in front of his eyes, stopping his grapple.

The shooter's reaction, which had been tempered on the battlefield, was activated instantly, and he pulled out a tactical dagger from between his clothes.

Hold it with the backhand, and swing it sideways quickly and fiercely. The sharp blade can cut Dean open with just a touch.

Dean paused and retreated, but he was slow.

The sharp blade cut through his clothes and a thin layer of skin, drawing a shallow line of blood between his abdominal muscles.

It was cold and stinging and made Dean shiver.

While injured, he lost the opportunity to take the initiative to attack.

The man swung the dagger backhand, poking at his neck at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake pounced on its body.

Dean could only continue to retreat and avoid in embarrassment.

But the speed of the dagger was astonishingly fast, and it followed like a shadow. The cold light of the steel blade kept flickering, and the man swung stabs like a storm!

The knife came straight to Dean's neck, temple, and heart.

The air hissed with a jab.

between life and death.

The adrenaline in Dean's body was rushing, his brain was congested, his face was flushed, and he forgot the pain.

He narrowly avoided the assassination of death again and again like dancing on the tip of a knife, and the sweat drenched the narrow place under his feet.

Just a few breaths.

He was cornered, and if he slowed down by a beat, he would be disembowelled.

And if you continue to hide, you will die.

This terrifying thought kept eroding my mind, and the sharp cold air hit again.

"Something must be done to end his offensive!"

Under the pressure of death, Dean's brain seemed to have unlocked a switch, and he glanced at the bloody wound on the man's leg made by Colt.

He retreated sharply to avoid the assassination, and then his hip muscles tensed and exploded, and he kicked forward like lightning with his right heel, hitting the wound on the man's thigh.

The external force is like a steel needle piercing into the flesh.

The man let out a scream, and the movement of waving the tactical dagger was deformed by the severe pain, and he bent down and reached out to touch the wound involuntarily.

opportunity!

Dean quickly stretched out his right hand to grab his wrist holding the knife, and at the same time pressed down his shoulder with his left hand, and twisted the man behind him with both hands.

Click.

The arm was dislocated and the dagger fell to the ground.

But the pain made his counterattack slow and weak.

Dean nimbly avoided the man's backhand elbow to the waist, and the cat got behind the man.

Take a deep breath.

In an instant.

The lv1 fighting skill was activated, and a lot of exquisite skills in close combat flooded into my mind.

In just one second, behind the man, Dean made a dazzling set of hand movements——

The right hand tightly strangled the man's neck from behind, sparing no effort, so that the fist reached the shoulder of Dean's own left shoulder.

At the same time, the elbow of his left hand supported his right fist, but the back of the palm of his left hand got into the back of the man's head.

At this point, Dean's hands, together with the man's head and neck, formed a closed, firm and deadly noose!

Hey!
Dean tightened his hands, strangled the neck and slowly exerted all his strength.

As if to strangle everything!
click-

The crisp sound of bones and the strong sense of suffocation made the 1.9-meter armored man explode with the strength of a dying struggle. With Dean on his back, he lifted his feet off the ground and moved forward a few steps.

The hands in black tactical gloves pulled hard at the hands that locked the throat.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the noose of death!
Dean began to increase the size!
The legs form a second noose—

Around the waist, place the instep of your right foot behind your left calf.

And the instep of the left foot goes around the back of the man's left calf.

Because of the structure of the human body, the harder the man struggled, the tighter he was strangled, like a prey entangled by a giant python.

Five seconds.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, he had difficulty breathing, his face was flushed behind the helmet, and his strength in struggling was weakening.

seven seconds.

The struggle completely disappeared, and the man turned into a puddle of mud, and fell face to face with his face buried in the mud.

Epilepsy-like, the limbs twitched slowly.

Dean continued to push harder.

Rein in, rein in!
Under the skin of the hands, the slender muscles and blood vessels are wriggling and bursting like earthworms under the soil!
Another 30 seconds passed.

Fighting proficiency in the system no longer increases.

Dean could no longer feel a trace of resistance, and he was sure that the other party had lost consciousness.

Let go, staggered up, and the unconscious enemy was still slumped in a pool of blood.

Dean wiped the steaming sweat off his face,

A fierce light shot out of his eyes, he picked up the dagger, and stabbed it horizontally, the sharp blade cruelly pierced through the man's neck.

puff-

Blood sprayed.

A large piece of bright red records flashed in front of Dean's eyes.

Using your tactical dagger, you pierced the aorta of the enemy's neck, causing fatal wounds.

The enemy dies.

Proficiency +10,

Fighting lv1 (65/200)

Emergencies - Hunting

[-]% complete.

You stand for "justice" and complete the emergency.

Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.

……

"breathe…"

"ended!"

Dean clenched and loosened his fists, and then exhaled a long breath, standing beside the mob's corpse and looking around at the devastated beach full of blood, minced meat, bullet holes, and flames burning quietly.

The three gunmen who carried out the attack were killed and the unrest ceased completely.

Those who survived cautiously poked their heads out from behind the cover and looked over here.

Safe.

Dean unconsciously relaxed his body, and suddenly, the sequelae of excessive consumption of mental and physical energy and adrenaline broke out.

Tiredness, bone-piercing pain, and tingling pain in his abdomen hit him like a sea wave. His chest felt tight, his breathing was difficult, and the picture in front of him was blurred.

The expression is relaxed and in a trance.

"I have to go and hide."

With cotton under his feet, he took a step and fell sideways.

Footsteps, exclamation, sniffling, howling...

"Dean, Dean!"

the end of consciousness,
He heard a call.

(End of this chapter)