Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 61
Dean glanced at his watch, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Eight sleeping bags were lying crowded on the floor behind them. Everyone's sleeping appearance was surprisingly consistent. They wore eye masks and earplugs, with only their nose and mouth exposed, and most of their faces were hidden in the sleeping bags.

Slight snoring, breathing, and teeth grinding were intertwined in the room.

Outside the window, mole crickets cuckoo and crickets chirp.

A few withered and yellow leaves floated to the bottom of the courtyard, shrubs and branches rustled with the wind, and the forest at night glowed with a different kind of vitality.

Dean retracted his perspective of God, and with a thought, he issued a simple command to "find someone".

"Shadow" immediately jumped out of the plank and flew out of the window to patrol.

The vision of ghosts is different from that of ordinary people. Darkness does not limit them, but makes them see farther.

"Shadow" circled twice around the 17-meter range near the wooden house, but failed to detect any danger, so he returned to the Qiban to rest and recover.

And Dean sat comfortably in the wooden house, releasing the Shadow Detective and then recovering it every quarter of an hour, and the night watch training was correct.

The time came to 02:30 in the morning.

His face suddenly darkened.

"Shadow" sent a spiritual message——

Down the hillside in the distance, in the bushes at twelve o'clock, a flexible figure crawled inside, revealing a small khaki-colored hat brim.

"Someone really came? I'm not welcome to deliver it to my door."

Dean turned his eyes, and a bright red reminder flashed in front of his eyes:

Trigger Emergency Event - Night Raid

A good camping trip will always have an accident, when someone wanders outside your cabin in the middle of the night with evil intentions.

You have learned several lessons, you have to strike first.

Now, take the initiative to leave the house and kill all the peepers and make them pay in blood.

Or you can also choose some exciting options, take the opportunity to kill the companions around you, and blame the peepers.

Event Difficulty: Easy

Progress: 0/100
Time limit: 30 minutes
Reward: 40 experience points

Punishment: none
……

Shet!

Is the system malfunctioning, and asked to kill his companions again.

Dean automatically ignored the second strange option, took out the Colt from his carry-on backpack, checked it, loaded it, opened the safety, and pulled the sleeve.

"Easy difficulty, 40 experience points, one person should be able to handle it easily. If I insist on leaving the house, is it deliberately increasing the difficulty?"

He whispered to wake up his companions in the sleeping bag. A group of people had flushed faces, disheveled hair, and blank eyes.

Gretchen tied the big braids on the back of her head sleepily, and put on a winter coat, "What's going on?"

"There is someone staring at us outside, most likely it is the hunter from last night." Dean glanced over the crowd,
"Isn't it, buddy, it's just a joke to wake everyone up in the middle of the night?" Baker complained and grabbed the water bottle and took a sip.
"You think I'm joking?" Dean's cold tone and eyes made everyone in the room thump, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"What do they want?" Lang, who originally had a good impression of the hunter, swallowed and looked out the window.
"If you think about it with your ass, you will know that you have bad intentions." Rust grasped the trekking pole with a solemn face, "The harmless, stupid, and unarmed students in the movies will always be the first choice for perverted killers."

"Don't scare me, let's go camping, how can we be so unlucky?" Ashley's face was pale, and she approached her boyfriend in fear, "Call the police?"

"Where can I call the police in the wilderness?"

Dean shook his head and lowered his voice,

"I'm going out to check on the situation."

"It's too dangerous, Dean, don't go." Britney timidly grabbed his arm.

"The situation is unknown now. It's best for everyone to stay indoors. They will naturally leave tomorrow morning." Gretchen suggested with a serious face.
"We can't sit still...Trust me, folks, I can handle the Lake Mead shooting, and today's is no exception."

The firmness and calmness in Dean's tone eased the depression in the room a little.

Dean took out the Colt behind him and handed it to Gretchen, ignoring everyone's surprised and shocked expressions.

"Future female police officer, do you know how to use a gun? Keep your self-defense and give me the night vision goggles."

"I'll go with you." Gretchen gritted her teeth and said,
"You stay and take care of everyone." Dean put on a layer of ghost armor and went out to leave.

……

It was already summer, but the temperature in the mountains and forests at night was low and the wind was bitter. Dean's breath turned into white gas visible to the naked eye.

He made up his mind to make a quick decision, and as soon as he opened the door, he rushed towards the Tibetan bushes far from the house.

The spirit has been raised to 14.2, and the ghost armor can withstand three or forty shots of ordinary rifles without any problem.

With an agility of 12.1 exceeding ordinary people, he is like a human-shaped lightning, passing through the thick night, rushing out of the platform, rushing into the sloping downward hillside,
Amidst the sound of his hiking boots crushing dead branches, the distance between him and a bush next to the fir tree shortened rapidly.

40 meters!
30 meters!
boom!
The sudden sound of shooting shattered the silent night, and the running Dean staggered as if electrocuted.

The right foot seemed to be hit by a hammer through a thick layer of quilt.

However, the misty "ghost armor" around him squirmed, perfectly dissipating all the impact force, and the warhead slid to the ground.

He continued to sprint without losing speed.

boom!
The sand was flying, and a small crater exploded on the hillside.

Boom!

On the third and fourth shots, Dean wobbled a little, like a leisurely belch after lunch.

"Fake, hell!"

The gunman crawling in the bushes cursed in a low voice, his good mood of playing with his prey turned into fear, and he got up and ran away without saying a word.

It was late at night.

The moonlight shines through the gaps in the forest, revealing two chasing figures one behind the other.

The hunter is athletic and very familiar with the terrain, stepping on the thick humus, making quick small steps, as nimble as a fox.

But the pursuer's agility was inhuman, and he stepped over the tree roots blocking the road and the lying dead trees like walking on the ground.

The two rushed down the mountain forest all the way, and the distance shortened rapidly.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps behind him, the man in the hat panted and turned around to fire his gun.

The bullet hit the target, but it only scratched the giant's itch. The pursuer paused and gasped more excitedly.

He was completely flustered, he didn't pay attention to a secluded crack in the ground between the fallen leaves in front of him, and stuck his left foot into it.

Amid the crisp fracture sound, the body soared into the air and flew down three meters, and the peaked cap was thrown away.

With a puff, he landed on his face, buried in the fallen leaves, ate his mouth full of mud, and his ankles were horribly bent at 180 degrees.

Before he could recover from the severe pain that was falling apart, his body froze again.

A icy sharp weapon was silently attached to the back of the neck, piercing the skin a little, and the stinging pain and faint blood spread like flames.

Fear and the desire to survive overwhelmed everything, so the gunman raised his hands backwards in a funny gesture, giving up resistance.

But the hunter behind him seemed to be playing a game, and turned him around, revealing his pale skin covered in cold sweat, and his scruffy face with a goatee, and then stuck the sharp weapon stuck on the back of his neck. The skin was moved to the front of the neck, and the aorta was pressed down with the precision of a scalpel.

"name!"

A commanding voice sounded.

"Yarman..." The man looked in shock at the young Asian male wearing a bulky night vision goggle in front of him, "You, are you a human or a monster?"

Why are bullets useless?
"It doesn't matter, but if you don't answer my next question honestly, I promise you will become a 'monster'."

The man scowled and nodded.

"Besides you, Owen, Tom, who else is staring at us tonight?" Dean held the sledgehammer in one hand, and quietly picked up the loaded AR15 that the man had lost with the other.

"Anthony, and Anthony. There are only four of us. Be gentle, buddy, don't mess around!" Amidst the sound of begging for mercy, the man explained with a terrified smile in his eyes, "We are just ordinary hunters, and we want to play a joke on young people. Funny prank, no intention of hurting anyone."

"Really, then I'm joking with you now," Dean grinned jokingly, "Where do you come from?"

"Sacramento."

Dean raised his eyebrows. He clearly remembered that Fatty Owen was talking about San Francisco last night, and he wanted to coax a group of high school students?

"How many cars did you drive when you came here, where are they parked, what is the license plate number, and who has the car keys?"

Yarman blushed and struggled for a long time with his thick neck, until the weapon at the aorta of his neck began to exert pressure, then he said slowly,

"Just one, parked at the gas station... license plate number Ca... I'm done talking, can you let me go? You are so young, you shouldn't commit a crime on the spur of the moment and ruin your bright future."

Dean was expressionless.

Arman gritted his teeth,

"Dude, my three companions have guns and must have captured your classmates. You need a bargaining chip. How about taking me as a hostage?"

"Being a hostage? It makes sense." Dean's fierce eyes turned soft, and his left hand slowly retracted the scorpion at the man's aorta.

The man's black face covered with leaves and mud relaxed, revealing a flattering smile,

"I--"

"boom!"

A line of blood splashed out in the night sky, and the man's left eye was pierced with a big hole, and he fell backwards, losing his life.

You killed Arman with the AR15.

Proficiency +9, shooting lv1 (30/200)
Event progress 25/100
"Shoot me several times, and pay you back, it's fair and just."

Dean shook his head at the corpse, put away the AR15, and took out the gimbal from his arms. Feeling the heat and heat in just a second, this strange object seemed to be on fire.

Even with a strong intuition in his heart - there is an extra "tenant" in the board, the hunter Arman who just died.

"So this thing can also absorb the souls of people who died nearby? Then there will be more ways to play."

But Dean was concerned about the safety of his companions, so he had no time to test further. He quickly dragged Arman's body and his belongings to the crack in the ground where he tripped him just now. be terrified.

The man's body was pushed in, as if he had fallen into hell, and there was no echo for a long time.

Dean turned and ran up the hill.

……

(End of this chapter)