Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 81 81. Killing the Legend
The purple-black sky was thick with cumulonimbus clouds, the wind died down, and the air was suffocatingly dull.

Looking down from the sky, two ants-like figures were chasing wildly in the palm cemetery, bypassing the tombstones, passing through the grass, and rushing towards the botanical garden behind the cemetery.

Dean sprinted wildly behind.

The wet black hair fluttered in the wind, and crystal beads of sweat splashed in the air.

But Jack in front of him was injured by the M1911A1 in both legs, but he was still walking like flying. The injury, which is enough to disable ordinary people, seemed to have no effect on him.

He always kept a distance of eight or 90 meters from the pursuers behind him.

He stopped suddenly by a gravestone, turned, raised his Colt .38 revolver with both hands, and fired a shot.

boom!
The bullet emptied.

Dean's body trembled, as if he had been hit by a baseball bat in the abdomen, a bullet hole was torn through the black suit, and a white mark appeared on the bulletproof vest inside.

The warhead loses kinetic energy and falls into the lawn.

……

The blow was ineffective, and the man continued to turn around and run wildly.

The two chasing parties then maintained the rhythm.

Every few minutes of running, the man in front turned around and threw a shot, interfering with the pursuit, and then continued to escape.

The more Dean chased, the more frightened he became. He also tried to shoot two shots forward, but the distance was too far and he was in a state of vigorous exercise. His shooting was similar to hitting the air.

But Jack, the Death Eater, is obviously no longer an antique in fairy tales and legends. It has already integrated into human society and mastered various human skills. , almost none of the shots were missed.

The bullets from the revolver washed Dean's torso, head, and limbs in turn...

If he hadn't worn the bulletproof vest in advance, and the opponent's shooting intention was too obvious, he could call the shadow protection in time.

He has died at least ten times.

Even so, he couldn't get close to Jack, and his superpowers, shooting, and fighting were completely useless, and he was flying a kite by the other party.

……

The man drew his right hand into his bosom at a dizzying speed, and swung the revolver with his left.

Then put your hands together.

The five fingers are like butterflies wearing flowers.

clack clack...

In one breath, he reloaded the bullet and shot a shot casually behind him.

boom!
Gunshots!

Dean clutched his right chest and growled angrily.

The man turned around without hesitation, stepped over the fence of the cemetery, and rushed into the lush botanical garden.

Dean then rushed in, pausing his steps and looking around.

This lush area is full of oddly shaped rocks jutting out of the ground, with plush Joshua trees, verdant sand willows, cacti, and tall, skinny palms that greatly obstruct the view.

The range of God's perspective is limited, and Dean lost sight of the target for a while, so he turned off the tape recorder, slowed down his breathing, and carefully followed the bloodstains.

In order not to be sniped, he moves in a strange and comical way.

Dash, pause, sprint, pause.

From a cover point to a raised picket rock, and from the picket rock to a clump of desert willows.

The footsteps move steadily and snakelike.

At present, the limit summoning time of "Shadow" is only about 9 minutes, and he can only summon intermittently to protect his vitals.

Otherwise, there is no need to be so sneaky.

After chasing for 200 meters, Dean stopped behind a clump of green willows.

Tick.

A drop of rain fell from the sky onto his face, and the coolness was refreshing.

Xi Lili.

Continuous drizzle splashed on the botanical garden full of sand, mist quickly rose between the sky and the earth, and the blood stains on the ground quickly faded as the rain washed away.

A silver snake suddenly flitted across the dark sky, and the swaying plants cast long and narrow black shadows on the ground, both noisy and quiet, like a group of demons playing a scarecrow game.

Dean also stopped at a pool of blood that hadn't been washed away by the rain.

The bloodstains pointed to a huge cactus that was as tall as a person with branches and vines not far in front of it.

He held Colt tightly, restrained his breathing, and tiptoed over like a cat, but he was halfway there.

From the perspective of God, a crouching figure was captured behind the round mirror-shaped stone not far from the left——

Clinging to the stone, holding a gun in his left hand and a gleaming dagger in his right, there were two bloodstains on the hem of his suit, but the wound miraculously stopped the bleeding.

It turned out to be hiding here.

Di installed pretending to be ignorant and continued to walk towards the cactus, letting his back be exposed to the other party's eyes.

But the teardrop-shaped plank quietly flew out of his jacket pocket, and under the influence of his thoughts, it circled around the mirror-shaped rock on the left without anyone noticing.

Hovering in mid-air.

The sharp point aimed at the man on tiptoe, taking small steps, close to Dean's back.

Swah——

air hissing,

Like an offline arrow, the plank drew a silver line, pierced it into the back of the man's neck, and then pulled it horizontally!
slam-la-

Blood gushes from the opening like a baby's mouth.

With a muffled grunt, the man rolled forward on the ground, got up and sprinted out frantically.

But Ji Ban was like an annoying bat, chasing him on the back of the neck and stabbing him violently, bursting out bloody sprays.

Wait until the man rushes out of the huge rock that serves as cover—

Dean, who raised his gun, had been waiting here, and pulled the trigger at him.

Bang bang bang!
Bullets pierced the rain.

Dean fired three shots in a row, all aimed at the neck and the side of the face.

The deafening shooting sound suppressed the roar of the torrential rain for a moment, the man's head was deflected in horror, and half of his face was like a smashed tomato with two bloody, bone-deep holes. The temple was also torn by the bullet.

A strong smell of blood diffused into the air.

Injuries that are enough to cause an ordinary person to die several times, but only made the man's figure sway.

Immediately afterwards, a deep roar sounded.

ho... ha...

Ripples appeared in the transparent air.

The magic sound pierced Dean's brain like a sharp knife, piercing it with countless holes, and a more intense sadness than that in the cemetery gushed out of the holes.

Knock everything down!
There was buzzing in the ears, as if a group of people were crying in despair.

Dean was in a trance and couldn't concentrate, and Colt, who was holding it with both hands, fell down involuntarily.

And "Shadow" turned on the tape recorder, turned into armor and wrapped his body tightly.

thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

Happy disco poured out.

Drenched in blood, with bones exposed on his face, the man who looked like a ghost seized the opportunity to rub his body and pounce on him.

Boom!

The purple-black sky was split by lightning, and rumbling thunder exploded.

The huge impact knocked Dean into the wet and sticky mud, and the mud soaked his coat. The man's knees pressed against his lower abdomen, and the dagger was raised high in his right hand, aiming at his neck and falling!
Boom!

The sound of thunder was accompanied by a series of trills like sharp knives hitting cowhide.

The cold light rises and falls again and again.

The silver light illuminated a cold and cruel face, and a wildly waving arm.

But the man stabbed five times in a row, all of which were bounced off by the "ghost armor", failing to cut an inch of skin on Dean's fragile neck.

The man aimed the revolver at the forehead of Dean, who was pressed under him. At this time, the latter happened to be awake, with black pupils facing dark green vertical pupils.

Nianli pushed the muzzle of the gun for a moment, and the bullet burst into a pit next to Dean's head with a bang, and the splashed wet mud coated the side of his face with black spots.

He then launched several counterattacks——

The left hand grasped the man's index finger joint like lightning, and pressed it in the opposite direction, causing the phalanx to break and the skin to fold back.

The right hand pierced the gap in the man's neck and pulled horizontally, the flesh rolled up, and the red and white intertwined blood vessels and trachea were exposed to the air.

Knees against a man's crotch.

The bloody three-hit combo, an ordinary person would have fainted from the pain.

But the man didn't seem to feel any pain, so he hit Dean's nose with a head hammer without changing his face. When he was dizzy, his right hand burst out with a wave-like force that overwhelmed Dean's hands, and the cold muzzle re-aimed at the center of his eyes!

boom!
Gala!

boom!
Gala!

Shoot, pull the hammer.

Shoot, pull the hammer.

Sweat and blood splashed!

The man held the trigger with his right hand, and kept hitting the hammer with his left hand, using the revolver for bursts of fire.

The muzzle was pressed against the head, one shot after another.

The air hummed and the ground trembled.

White smoke came out of the muzzle, and the pungent smell of gunpowder spread out in the flickering sparks.

Dean seemed to be hit on the head continuously with a hammer, his body was arched backwards, his fingers and toes were straightened, and he fell backwards into the mud one after another, with blood oozing from his eyes and nose, and he was powerless to fight back.

However, the "ghost armor" protecting his body showed extraordinary toughness. This invisible armor continuously gathered and strengthened towards the shooting point like a whirlpool, and tenaciously resisted the impact of gunpowder and steel, turning white particles The bullet of the smoke bounced off and quickly became thinner and lighter.

While defending, "Shadow" even spontaneously used his mental power to roll up Colt who fell to the ground, floated to the back of the man who was holding down Dean's crazily pouring bullets, and pulled the trigger in the air!

The man's neck was tilted, and there was another bloody hole at the junction of his right shoulder and the back of his neck, but he just let out a muffled grunt, and waved his hand back to knock out the sneak attacking gun.

Looking down again, there was a vivid surprise on the terrifying face that was mixed with flesh and blood——

The bullet had already been emptied, and Dean under him passed out from the excessive impact and closed his eyes tightly, but the bloody face was still intact, without a single bullet hole.

"Damn Faco! What kind of monster are you?"

The man gave up the attack with a low growl, got up and straightened his broken index finger, twisted his cervical spine again, took a deep breath, the flesh and blood from the wounds on his face and neck seemed to come alive, stretched out countless granulation, glued to each other, and stopped instantly blood.

But this ability consumes a lot.

His face turned as white as gold paper, and then he fled into the rain like he was seriously injured.

I don't know how long it took.

The sound of rain and boiling disco.

Dean, who was lying in the mud like a corpse, groaned, opened his bloodshot eyes, and barely sat up straight. He felt his mouth was full of stench and his headache was splitting.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the gun and the plank, stood up tremblingly, and then his knees softened, and he knelt down again.

"I... vomit... What's wrong with me? Concussion?"

He took a deep breath and tried many times. Under the strong resilience of Iron Man's talent, he finally maintained his balance and stood up with difficulty. He subconsciously summoned "Shadow", but there was no response.

Obviously, the shadow has reached the limit and disappeared automatically.

Dean wiped the blood off his face and coughed violently, fearful, angry and unwilling,

"Or let the Death Eater escape?"

Boom!

Suddenly, several gunshots came from the distant woods.

His heart tightened, he took out the spare magazine in his arms and replaced it, and followed the sound, but his legs kept shaking while walking, like a zombie that just crawled out of a grave.

A few minutes later, he saw a figure in a wet black suit.

boom!
Lightning illuminated the opponent's shiny forehead and poker face with deep nasolabial folds, and the shoulder of the black suit was stained with bright red blood.

He was clutching his shoulders and walking towards the direction of leaving the cemetery, staggering, looking very tired,
"Carl, you were not asked to stay in the cemetery to take care of Holden, why did you come here? Are you injured?"

Dean's heart trembled, but he pretended to relax and walked over, the smell of blood in his nose became stronger and stronger.

"It doesn't matter to me, I was just shot in the shoulder, but tell me the truth, what is that thing?" Carl stared at the north side with lingering fear, "I obviously shot him in the neck, but he was not affected at all. A backhand shot almost exploded my head, and then I ran away in an instant."

Carl wiped the rain off his face, while Dean sat slowly on the rock beside him, panting violently with a painful expression, and retching bouts of retching because of the dizziness in his head.

"I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not Jack, and it's not something we can deal with," Dean said helplessly. "This time it's completely in his hands."

"Forget it, it's good to be alive." Carl said with a concerned face, "You are hurt more than me, stay here and rest well, I will call for support."

Dean nodded silently, and looked at Karl's forearm from the perspective of God.

It was smooth and without a trace, and the marks written with a waterproof pen before disappeared.

Dean's pupils contracted as if stimulated by a strong light, and a trace of bitterness and sadness surged in his heart, but he smiled on his face,
"Remember to bring me a can of beer when you come back."

Carl made a gesture of OK, turned and left towards the cemetery, but he didn't notice that the person behind him raised Colt instantly and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at the back of his head.

A burning sensation intertwined with iron and blood, and endless anger, connected to Dean's whole body along the gun.

Death Eater!
I sentence you to death!

Gunshots!

Sparks splattered.

Carl fell forward as if hit by a running train, his face was buried in the ground, mud and water splashed everywhere, and blood stained the water.

With three bullets, the powerful kinetic energy tore apart his flesh and skull, creating a terrifying hole.

Even if it is an inhuman body, it temporarily loses its ability to resist if it is hit continuously in a hurry.

你用柯尔特M1911A1击中了？，造成中等伤势，熟练度+1*3，射击lv1（98/200）

Dean staggered over, aiming at the back of his head expressionlessly.

Bang bang bang!
Continuously pulling the trigger emptied the magazine, replicating the brutality it had done to itself not so long ago.

Dean watched coldly as its limbs trembled, convulsed, half of its head's flesh and bones splashed in all directions, revealing the red and white brain tissue.

You use...inflict serious damage...shot lv1 (102/200)

Not dead yet!
"You're going to blow my head off!"

Strong anger and complex emotions drove Dean to squat down, spread out the five fingers of his right hand to brush off the bone fragments, and inserted them into the open wound on the back of its head, aiming at the white tissue like kneading tofu, tearing, Grab and knead until it crumbles and kneads into a residue.

The Death Eater was like a beast being skinned on a chopping board, trembling and twitching nervously, but couldn't make a sound.

Proficiency reminders kept flashing in front of Dean's eyes.

He kept digging and destroying this seriously injured body. This desire was so strong that he lost his mind and kept attacking, attacking!
你使用…造成重度伤势，熟练度+1*9，格斗lv1（152/200）→lv1（161/200）

Dean withdrew his brain-stained right hand, turned the fainted monster over, raised the plank, pointed it at the neck, and dropped it hard.

"You want to cut my neck?!"

Brush brush.

Fighting skills activated.

The sharp blade dissects the skin and flesh like an animal, cuts the trachea and aorta, and stabs the cervical spine.

again and again.

The movement was so fast that there was an afterimage of dancing, and the splashed flesh and blood splashed all over Dean's head and face, and a touch of hearty madness emerged from his pale face and staring eyes.

Come on, kill me.

Come on, keep running!

Do you use the weapon jiban to hit?Causes moderate injuries, fighting +1*20, fighting lv1 (181/200)

Sadness, hatred, pleasure, burn more and more in the chest.

Dean mechanically repeated the movement of stabbing the neck with the shackles as if obsessed.

The man trembled more and more violently, and at a certain moment, his limbs fell to the ground without moving.

The plank suddenly poked into the soil.

Dean was stunned, and looked down, and saw that the man's head had been poked by him and moved, rolling around on the ground.

The face that belonged to Carl turned towards him, as if questioning him with his life.

The blood-stained shackles became hot and shiny at the same time.

Obviously, the soul of the just-dead Death Eater was trapped in it like the four hunters who had died.

A large number of bright red prompts flashed in front of Dean's eyes——

Investigation progress 90/100→95/100.
You kill a supernatural being, the Death Eater, the feat Supernatural Hunter activates.

Your physical injuries have been restored to a certain extent, and you have absorbed 1.5 physical strength from the Death Eater.

Physique: 12.6 → 14.1.

……

You use the plank to decapitate the Death Eater in the shapeshifted state.Proficiency +20, fighting lv1 (200/200)

Upgrade?

Yes!
Fighting lv1→lv2 (0/300)
Sensitive +0.5, 12.2→12.7
Strength +0.5, 10.8→11.3
Physical strength +0.5, 14.1→14.6
Dean's tired body seemed to be injected with a powerful stimulant suddenly. The scalding heat flowed from the Death Eater's body into his body, swam around and spread all over his body.

A furnace was lit in the body, and the limbs and bones were ignited by the boiling flame at the same time, gushing even more extreme heat.

A total of 2 points of physique attributes before and after the two times spans too much!
He heard a strange cracking sound in his body, and the skin, tendons, joints, muscles, and blood vessels grew, elongated, strengthened, and became tough under the mysterious nourishment.

Hot air was exhaled from the nose and mouth, the cheeks and neck were flushed, the palms, and the skin all over the body seemed to have been baked, red and bleeding.

The scars on the back of the hands and all over the body were visibly faded to almost disappear, leaving only smooth, delicate and strong skin.

But before he could be happy, an uncontrollable mania and anger made him grab the suit jacket.

wow-

The big red hand pulled, and the suit was pulled in half.

The bulletproof vest was thrown aside.

Exposing a body of fine muscle lines.

With his bare chest, Dean buried his head in the cold and dirty water to quench the heat in his body.

When the rain gradually subsided, there was a glimmer of white light in the dark clouds.

The maddening heat in the body finally dissipated, and the exhaustion and pain of the body, as well as the intense dizziness that had been caused by consecutive brain shocks before, were all burned away.

He wiped the dirt off his face, looked at his reborn body with bright eyes, and felt that he was in an unprecedented state.

"If you can give me a physique of 1.5, the physique attribute of this monster will only be higher. No wonder the vitality is so tenacious."

Dean's eyes turned to the corpses on the ground at both ends of the body, his eyes flickered, his anger was vented, but a mess was left behind.

After death, the Death Eater still maintains the appearance of Carl, so how can he use it to rescue Abby in the detention center?

This dead body that looks like Carl can't be identified as the murderer in the Abby case.

Yes, and Carl himself.

"Carl?!"

Dean turned and shouted, his voice piercing through the drizzle and echoing in the lush botanical garden.

He turned on God's perspective and searched the vicinity.

A few minutes later, the real Carl was found under a palm tree. He took off his coat, leaned against the tree in a vest and shorts, and passed out in shock while clutching his shot neck.

The blood from the wound slid down half of the body, staining a large area of ​​the shirt red, and there was only a faint heaving of the chest, and the breath was like a gossamer.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

"We caught the murderer, you haven't seen it yet, you can't die!"

Dean inspected the wound, ripped off the rags from his body, and pressed the bandage desperately, but he could barely feel the pulse of Carl's carotid artery with his fingertips, and his life was irretrievably lost.

At this juncture, a sentence from Thomas Allen once came to Dean's mind - the fate of a police detective is not to end well.

To hell with fate!

"It's too late to send him to the hospital. This ordinary person only has 10 minutes to live. Do you want to save him?"

A hoarse, magnetic, bass-like voice suddenly came from behind the Joshua tree not far away, making goose bumps appear on the back of Dean's neck.

He looked up nervously.

A homeless man in ragged clothes and disheveled hair came over, with an unshaven face, a black eye patch, and one eye looking at Dean.

For a moment, as if there were bright stars, the vast and cold universe passed before his eyes.

Sinking in incomparable vastness, he opened his mouth,

"Are you Tym?"

"Tym outside Balka Disco?"

"Tym who killed Alexander Raphael?"

(End of this chapter)