Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 63 63.lv2
"Cool, buddy, I knew you were fine!" Rust rushed over to give Dean a hug, and a group of people surrounded him.

Dean took out the hunter's knife and cut the hemp rope around everyone's wrists.

"Are you doing magic?" Lang's eyes shone with admiration, he hesitated, "I didn't see how you knocked them down at all, even 007 didn't dare to act like that!"

"Except for Lake Mead, you saved me for the second time. If I hadn't met Baker first, I would have married you and given you ten or eight children!" Jenny grinned and showed her white teeth, "Now I can only apologize , Lower the standard of gratitude.”

As she said that, the mixed-race girl printed two bright red lip marks on Dean's face without consent.

Dean couldn't bear her enthusiasm, wiped his lips and took a step back.

Baker looked at Dean with a smile, as if he didn't care about his girlfriend's bold behavior at all, "When will you teach me two tricks?"

"Let's talk about it next time." Dean glanced at the excited faces, "Is everyone alright?"

"You came in time, no one was hurt, it's just..." Britney wrapped her arms around Gretchen's neck from behind.

She squatted on the ground with her knees hugged in despair, her eyes were red as if she had suffered a huge blow, feeling everyone's concern, she touched the eye-catching palm print on her face and shook her head,
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be fine after a while."

"What about Abby?" Ashley asked.

Dean shook his head, "I saw Abby running and hiding in the forest."

"It's all the bastards' fault!"

Ashley gritted her teeth and glanced at the three captives sitting back to back in the corner with their mouths gagged, their hands and feet tied, and recalling the humiliation and fear they had suffered before, their delicate and lovely faces were deformed with anger.

He raised his leg and kicked hard, and the others followed suit, punching and kicking the hunter and swearing at him.

"Bitch!"

"Go to hell!"

"Die, pervert!"

……

After everyone vented their anger, the three hunters breathed weakly, and they didn't know how many breaths they had left.

Dean asked again,

"Everyone, how do we deal with them next?"

"Call the police?" Lang suggested,

Baker shook his head resolutely, "Do you want to go to the police station to have a conversation salon? Then let your parents scold you bloody, and then you will be locked up for the rest of the summer vacation, and you can't go anywhere, so that this trip will be ruined? "

They were all a group of high school students, and they subconsciously shook their heads when they heard Baker's description.

Dean interjected just in time,

"Everyone, I happen to know a California state policeman who usually patrols the surrounding highways. I think I can contact him first to torture these three guys."

"They dared to kidnap nine of us. 100% of them are habitual offenders. They must have a lot of criminal records on them. They may still be wanted. Let the police catch them back, and they will go to prison for at least seven or eight years."

"How do you know the state police?" Lang rubbed his belly, looking at him with a slightly blank look,
"Have you forgotten, everyone, I have received awards from the mayor of Las Vegas and the director of the LVPD. It is strange to know a policeman?"

"Then do we need to testify and record statements?"

"No need for the time being. These three guys are all seriously injured. They will be sent to the hospital for treatment first, and they will also undergo background checks." Dean looked down at the three with bruised eyes, nose, nose, and swollen face, "so doing so will not affect our acceptance down arrangements."

Everyone nodded, acquiescing to Dean's proposal, who immediately made arrangements,
"Last, help me drag these three guys to reunite with their fourth brother, and the others will look for Abby, and when they find it—"

"Continue climbing to the top of the mountain, or return?" Baker asked.

"Go back, I'm so sleepy!" Jenny shook her shoulders, frightened all night, and the cold wind blew again, her cheeks were red with cold, "It's too late now, and I can't see the sunrise even if I climb up. "

"Then you guys go back to the gas station and rest first." Ruster didn't want his girlfriend's birthday celebration to be abandoned halfway. "When you recover, continue westward and rush to Santa Monica Beach. We need a seafood meal to satisfy our pressure." Shock."

"Can't let these bastards ruin a perfect summer trip!"

What happened last night frightened them enough, but except for Gretchen and Lang who suffered minor skin trauma, everyone else did not lose a single hair.

I have to say that after experiencing a more bloody Lake Mead incident, everyone's ability to withstand pressure has been greatly improved, especially seeing Dean's calm expression and recalling the picture of him subduing criminals neatly, they are full of security feel.

"Dean, Ruster, we meet at the gas station."

……

Dean and Ruster procrastinated on purpose, and it took three hours to drag the unconscious hunter to the dark crack in the ground before.

Rust didn't say a word the whole time, but his face was extremely complicated, and he sighed from time to time.

Dean looked over,

"Dude..."

"Don't worry! I understand that these guys are more harmful than Bob Lowe, and they must not be kept to continue to do evil. They must be punished." Ruster's tired face tightened, and he waved his fist in self-persuasion , looking at Dean with bright eyes and tacit understanding, "Well, you have handed them over to the police...I'll go back to the gas station first."

Dean patted Ruster on the shoulder in relief, and quietly watched him go away.

"Do business."

He ransacked the three hunters from inside to outside, and got five hundred dollars and a bunch of car keys.

Then a bottle of cold water woke up the man with the scar on his face, and asked bluntly,

"Where is your car parked? What's the license plate number?"

"Fake, bastard, let me go, what do you want to do?"

boom!
Gunshots.

Smoke was coming from the muzzle of the AR15, and the fat man Owen, who was in a deep coma next to the scarred face, had a big bloody hole in his forehead, his neck tilted and he lost his breath.

You use the AR15 and mortally wound Owen.

target dies,

Proficiency +10, shooting lv1 (40/200)
Event progress (50/100)

Another death.

Unsurprisingly, the Jiban in Dean's arms became hot again for a second.

...

"One last time, where is the car parked? What's the license plate number?"

Dean turned the barrel of the gun on the scarred face with its quivering lips.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I say it all!"

Scar said the answer like a bean, and Dean went through it in his mind, confirming that it was consistent with Arman's original statement.

boom!
boom!
Two shots were fired.

He mercilessly sent away the remaining scarred face and comatose Tom, and wiped the blood from his hands.

A reminder flashed in front of my eyes:
Proficiency +8
Proficiency +9
Shot lv1 (57/200)
The progress of the event is 100/100, and you can withdraw rewards at any time.

Withdraw rewards!

Experience +40,

个人等级lv1（180/200）→lv2(20/300)
You gain 1 attribute point.

System capability God perspective lv0→lv1, observation range 5 meters→10 meters.

……

Dean frowned as he felt the continuous heat from the board,
"Why is the second upgrade reward worse than the first one, because there is no first reward?"

"However, the observation range of God's Vision can be doubled by level 1. The potential of this skill is higher than I thought."

Dean thought about the allocation of attribute points again.

If he continued to add the mental strengthening "Shadow", the imbalance between spirit and will would increase, and he was worried that he would suffer from insomnia again.

And the attribute of will can be exercised with balance meditation, which does not greatly increase the combat power, and it is not worthwhile to consume attribute points to improve.

"I'll have to think it over."

Dean's attention returned to his eyes, and he pushed the three of them and their belongings, including a few shotguns, into the bottomless seam like an abyss.

After checking the scene, he turned and left the forest.

Dean trekked for three hours, entering a rest area on the side of the highway in the scorching sun.

The upgraded version of God's Vision looked around to confirm that there were no surveillance cameras and no one else was paying attention.

He went into the parking lot and opened a camouflage jeep with the key he just got. He searched the car and was pleasantly surprised to find more than 2000 dollars in cash from the locker.

"Well, plus the previous $500, my deposit has ballooned to $4300."

"Sure enough, murder and arson make the most money."

Dean started the jeep and drove off the road and went straight. After half an hour, he drove into a deserted wilderness, under a huge turtle-shaped rock raised up.

Open the fuel tank of the car, pour a circle of oil along the mouth of the fuel tank, and the lighter ignites.

The flames burned in a line along the gasoline, and Dean squinted his eyes in the crimson flames. After two days of sleepless nights, more than ten hours of long-distance travel, and a trace of fatigue after the fierce battle surged up.

Death is already a very severe punishment, but the plank of the Sleepless also bound the souls of the four hunters.

That is to say—they cannot escape even after death.

Thinking of this, a trace of trance and emotion crossed Dean's face.

More than two months ago, he was just a harmless college student who hadn't even killed a chicken.

But now he has unknowingly become a butcher who kills people without blinking an eye and destroys corpses.

Eleven human lives in hand, one supernatural life.

"Am I more organized now, or more crazy?"

"Damn it! Damn these people, I didn't violate the principle!"

Dean smiled and made his way back. By the way, he checked the images of the past two days through the "recording" function of God's perspective, and confirmed that there were no obvious traces left.

……

When he returned to the gas station, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. Beside the block-colored Mercury station wagon, Rust and Britney, refreshed after a good night's sleep, were discussing the experience excitedly.

"Lang, you were so handsome when you stood up for Ashley. Although you didn't succeed, I respect you as a warrior!"

Rust gave a thumbs up,

Lang blushed enjoying his girlfriend's sweet stickers.

"Baker, you were terrible when you threw the drink can, so can't you throw it more accurately? Not only did you miss the target, but you even took yourself hostage. What a pig teammate!"

Russ nodded,
"Shut up, no matter how many mistakes I make, I'm better than you, a coward who hides behind and calls you mother!"

"Who is calling mom? And do you understand, I am strategically defending."

"Stop arguing, our hero is back!"

A group of people gathered around, with gratitude and admiration in their eyes,
"Is it all over, Dean?"

"It's done, those guys have been taken by the police to a 'big hospital' for treatment, you don't have to worry anymore." Dean glanced at everyone with a tired smile, and said solemnly, "But I asked Considering that their identities are a bit sensitive, you don’t want to be questioned by the FBI, so you just forget about them, and you can’t even tell your family members.”

A group of high school students nodded in surprise.

"Very well, where's Abby and Gretchen?" Dean changed the subject,
Everyone's faces became weird.

"The two sisters seem to have a little misunderstanding."

……

There was a sob from Broncoly.

"I'm an asshole, an immoral bitch, and a coward, but believe me, I didn't mean to leave you, I was terrified, my hands and feet didn't work, it was like a devil made me run to Over there in the woods."

"I was wrong, Gretchen, you are my best friend, my sister for more than ten years, I can't lose you, forgive me, woo...forgive me."

"You're right, I always thought we were the best sisters, closer than our own, but all these years of friendship can't make you have the courage to squat down, pick up that gun, and give me a hand? "

Gretchen's angry and disappointed voice echoed in the carriage, her face was as cold as ice,

"You left me there alone to face a terrible demon, you abandoned our friendship."

"I can't bring myself to forgive you, you know, we're done, Abby, starting today, we're not sisters, we're not…"

The sniffles got louder.

Gretchen turned her head with red eyes and saw Dean not far from the car.

"Abby, go to Luster, or go to Baker, and leave me space, I want to talk to Dean about something."

"Woo, Gretchen."

"Wipe away your tears, from now on, no one will hear you cry anymore, just leave."

Abby burst into tears and rushed to Ford's companion.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." Gretchen wiped the corners of her red eyes and forced a smile at Dean who got into the driver's car.
Dean took a tissue from the locker and handed it over.

He almost understood the cause and effect——

Gretchen was abandoned by her good sister, and just broke off her friendship.

He couldn't criticize this brave girl from the moral high ground and ask her to forgive her good sister.

"Cry, it will feel better when you cry," Dean looked at the girl with the slap on her face, "after you cry, forget about it, start a new journey tomorrow, and go to Santa Monica to enjoy life .”

"Thank you. After listening to your words, I feel much more comfortable..." Gretchen smiled through tears, "Then, Mr. Dean, can you do me a favor and chat with me a little bit, and postpone the sleep time a little?"

"No one can refuse a request from a beautiful woman."

Gretchen stroked her hair. Although she was beaten up by Owen, she was in good physical condition, and she was fine after a night's sleep.

"How on earth did you manage to face three hunters with guns with your bare hands without getting hurt?" She pulled the braids around her shoulders and turned to Dean curiously. Her light blue eyes were still shockingly beautiful, but The red and swollen palm prints on his face were a big spoiler.

"And as far as I know, most ordinary people, even those who have undergone professional fighting training, will not hit the vitals as soon as you make a shot. That is too ruthless, and it is easy to cause big problems."

"After Lake Mead last time, I have deeply reflected on it. Murray is not safe, and I am unlucky. I always encounter various emergencies. In order to protect myself," Dean looked at the sunset outside the window and explained vaguely , "I conducted a lot of targeted training, those bastards took it lightly and didn't protect the vitals, and gave me a chance to sneak attack, so..."

Gretchen flicked her braids,

"Don't be humble, you are better than most LVPD police officers, my dad's big fat man may not be able to do a few tricks under your hands."

"How can it be so exaggerated? I just react faster."

"What kind of special training did you receive?"

"You can think of it as an unlimited (plug-in) fighting style, focusing on strength, speed, reaction, anti-joint, hitting the vital parts of the human body..." A strange cry came out of Dean's mind, and he waved it like a convulsion A capable middle-aged man with keys and pencils, this fighting style inspired him a lot.

Cooperating with LV1's comprehensive fighting technique, which is proficient in all fields, it was performed for the first time last night, and it was unexpectedly practical.

"Okay, Master Dean, who is self-taught, when will you give me some advice?"

"anytime."

The atmosphere in the car became harmonious.

Gretchen nodded, pursed her lips and looked at his face with a hesitant expression,
"If you have any questions, just tell me."

"I do not know what to say."

Gretchen rested her chin and looked out the front car window, her long hair brushed her red and swollen side face, her voice was full of deep frustration,

"My dad boasted that I was born to be a policeman, but yesterday I faced real danger and I didn't play a role. I was a complete joke."

This is hit by me?

Dean said sorry in his heart, and comforted him,

"Ahem...Think about Baker, Ashley...Other guys, you performed very well last night, surpassing 90.00% of the people. If you don't believe me, tell me the whole process, and I will analyze it for you."

...

The sunset is westward.

A warm and friendly exchange began in the Bronco.

(End of this chapter)