Chapter 35 Black Lake Five
“You don’t know how to live or die!”
One of the sheriffs wearing a reindeer mask roared.
“Kill him!!”
The two men raised their guns and fired, making a bang bang sound.
However, Gilan's figure was quite fast, dodging left and right between the pines.
With a few clicks, the bullet hit the tree trunk, splattering sawdust and leaving holes. Jilan also took the opportunity to approach the two men and raised his short-barreled revolver to fight back.
Bang bang bang bang!
Due to the complicated environment and the fact that Gillan was running, these three shots did not hit the vital points of the two men. One shot missed, and the other two shots only hit their arms.
Gilan was not panicked about this.
Because his strengths are physical strength and close combat.
With a thud, Gilan kicked hard on the tree trunk, and flew forward. His right knee slammed into a person's face, and along with the reindeer mask, his cheek was smashed to pieces.
Poof! !
After being hit by a knee, the Sheriff fell backwards and hit his head on a large cobblestone on the ground. There was no movement immediately.
Gaba! !
Gilan stepped on his throat and then rushed towards the other person.
The man wanted to shoot, but the distance between the two sides was too close. Gilan had already stretched out his hands, grabbed the other person, and threw him down.
With a plop, Jilan knelt down on the man, expressionless, and landed a punch.
Bang! !
The punch caused pieces of the mask to fly everywhere, and blood-stained teeth and blood sprayed out.
Gillan's fist was also broken and bleeding, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, the other fist fell again.
Bang! !
Bang bang! !
His fists crossed the afterimage and continuously hit the face of the enemy below him.
The man screamed twice at first, and then there was no movement, leaving only a trail of blood around him.
Ji Lan slowly stood up and turned to look.
The club members were still fighting fiercely. Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Sparrow seemed to be a little injured, but there were no major problems. As for the cultists, more than half of them also fell.
Fima hid far away, squatting down behind a big rock, covering her ears and shaking.
The sky turns yellow unconsciously, and the whole pine forest is like a dream.
The light passes through the gap, like a spear piercing through it.
"Drink! Damn cultists!" Mr. Oystercatcher roared. He was surrounded by two men with ax masks, so he decisively put on the Iron Finger Tiger and started fighting with them.
Amidst the crackling sound, he hit the enemy hard with his powerful and heavy fists. After several rounds, he successfully knocked down two masked men. However, he also suffered more injuries. The bandages on his body were originally Covered in blood stains.
Mr. Oystercatcher panted heavily. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly spotted a female masked person hiding behind a tree. She raised her pistol towards him.
“Damn it!” He lowered his waist, took out two guns as quickly as possible, and continuously pulled the triggers in the direction of the female masked person.
Bang bang bang bang bang! !
Miss Seagull, who was aiming at the enemy, suddenly heard gunshots ringing in her ears. Just as she was about to take a look, her cold and pretty face suddenly froze.
Looking down, I saw that I had been shot in the waist and abdomen!
The blood could not stop flowing out, dyeing the close-fitting white woolen sweater red.
A strong sense of pain followed, and in her gradually blurred vision, Mr. Oystercatcher's eyes were red and he was shooting at her crazily.
"Oystercatcher! What are you doing?!" Mr. Stork smashed the head of the enemy in front of him with his stick. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but change his expression.
The next second.
Whoosh——
Chi! !
At the critical moment, Mr. Stork sensed the danger and raised his arms to cover his face.
But he saw a slender metal arrow piercing his forearm. The blood-stained arrow was only a few centimeters away from his eyes!
His heart was beating fast, and he endured the severe pain and took a closer look. Miss Sparrow was drawing her bow and nocking an arrow, preparing to continue shooting at him!
"Miss Sparrow! You?!"
Mr. Stork didn't know what happened for a moment. Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Sparrow actually went crazy and attacked their teammates. Huh-huh!
A flying ax came suddenly, spinning towards Mr. Stork's head.
Almost immediately, a cold gray stick shadow collided with it.
Dang! !
The ax bounced away, and Mr. Stork turned his cane and ducked behind a pine tree.
He pulled out the arrow from his left arm with a cold face and threw it away. Ignoring the blood from the wound, he took out the pistol from his waist and fired a shot at 45 degrees to the right.
Bang!
A strong masked man who was about to continue throwing the ax fell down, and there was a bloody hole in the center of his forehead.
"Mr. Snow Owl, go help Miss Seagull!" He flicked the hand holding the gun, and with a bang, he shot another cultist in the head, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Okay." Gillan's answer was quite concise.
I don’t know if it was because he had experienced the movie world of "Moonlight Village" several times, which made him quite familiar with the jungle environment, and he could travel through it quite quickly.
Miss Seagull, who was shot, was leaning against a pine tree, covering the wound on her abdomen. Her face was pale, and her white fingers were dyed red with blood.
But Mr. Oystercatcher was still firing at her, and the constant banging and banging of the gunshots, accompanied by the shaking of the tree trunks, made her frightened and angry.
Crack!
Mr. Oystercatcher finally fired all the magazines, but before Miss Seagull could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw the strong man put on the iron finger tiger and rushed towards her, and shouted: "Damn cultist" !”
Miss Seagull wanted to curse, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her breath was weak and it was difficult to speak.
The nail-studded finger-tiger iron fist fell on her head. Miss Seagull gritted her teeth and was about to dodge with the pain, but she noticed a figure passing by in her peripheral vision.
Bang! !
I saw a blond young man in a brown windbreaker standing in front of him, slapping out a hand, hitting Mr. Oystercatcher's forearm with the heel of his palm, knocking the punch away.
Suddenly I heard him shout loudly: "Wake up!"
Bang! !
The blond young man punched Mr. Oystercatcher in the face. Miss Seagull could even see the strong man's cheek being squeezed and deformed by the fist, and he rolled his eyes and tilted his head.
With a splash, Mr. Oystercatcher collapsed on the ground beside Miss Seagull, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Looks like he sleeps more soundly than a baby.
"Mr. Snow Owl, thank you... thank you." Miss Seagull looked up at the blond young man and said coyly. "Last night you..."
Pa!
The next second, she was stunned.
Because Mr. Snow Owl actually grabbed the back of her neck, picked her up like a kitten, and immediately took her to the side.
Whoosh - duh!
A metal arrow hit her where she was just now and was nailed to the tree trunk, its tail still trembling.
"It hurts..." Miss Seagull had already suffered an abdominal injury. Gillan grabbed her and shook her violently. The pain almost made her faint.
Jilan glanced more than ten meters away. Miss Sparrow was squatting behind a tree, half of her body exposed, and she drew her bow and arrow and aimed at him, as if she regarded him as an enemy.
‘Affected by a mysterious force? ’ Gillan frowned.
His strong arms lifted Miss Seagull into his arms, and then ran in the direction behind him. Miss Seagull struggled in his arms, whether because of shame, anger or pain, and pushed Gilan's face several times.
Pop!
Jilan slapped her without saying a word.
"Don't move if you don't want to die!" he said coldly.
Miss Seagull's expression was dull, staring blankly at the face so close to her.
The abdominal pain seemed to disappear at this moment, and there was only one thought in her mind -
As the daughter of Councilor Brack, I was slapped by a man? !
The next second is available.
But there was a complex emotion that was difficult to suppress in her heart. There seemed to be a wild horse galloping, running wild, and neighing hard in her heart.
Miss Seagull's cheeks turned red and she stopped struggling.
Instead, he obediently pressed his face against the other person's chest, holding the collar of the windbreaker tightly with his little hands.
(End of this chapter)