"Everyone squat down!"
Dean, who had the fastest reaction in the audience, kicked over the stainless steel grill, grabbed Caroline beside him and squatted behind him. Almost at the same time, Rust, who trusted him the most, pressed Britney's shoulders and squatted down.
Liam, Carty, and Noah, whose brains were short-circuited, followed subconsciously.
Da da da-
The armored man at the intersection turned his body, and the fire-breathing rifle was like the scythe wielded by the god of death.
The man in the jacket closest to the intersection fell straight forward, and blood surged out from the hole in his chest, dyeing the golden sand red.
A blood hole as big as a bowl suddenly opened on the face of the girl in a dress on the slope, and she fell to the ground. Her remaining right eye was wide open, full of unwillingness and fear.
"ah!"
"Jesus!"
"Oooh, Mami!"
Exclamations and screams spread quickly like a plague.
The crowd in the camp ran around in panic, and fell to the ground like wheat with the sound of gunfire.
Barbecue grills were knocked over, flames licked silk fabrics and picnic cloths, and plumes of smoke shot into the air.
The cold wind blew harder, and in the air came the thud of overturning corpses, the crisp sound of broken dishes and glass, the heart-rending screams of the injured, and the roar of bullets being ejected...
It was as if a thousand blunt knives were cutting into the ears.
Annoyed, Dean overturned a solid wood square table to block the grill behind it to add extra safety.
Turning around, he quickly inspected the scene.
There was also a gunman standing guard in front of the parking lot, with an AK47 in his hand firing horizontally. The powerful power of the rifle was enough to make people lose mobility in one shot.
People who tried to escape by car fell into a pool of blood.
lake shore.
A skilled baseball player hurriedly fled to the water. He was lucky enough to escape the hail of bullets in the camp and ran into the soft sand. He only needed to jump into Lake Mead and swim to escape.
With a "bang", a mass of blood burst out from his thigh, and his strong body stumbled forward and fell to the ground.
With a look of despair on his face, he stretched out his hands and clawed at the beach, trying to crawl into the water.
boom!
The second shot hit him in the temple, like a baseball bat hitting his head from the side. He tumbled sideways, half-submerged in the icy water, and lay limp on the beach.
Not far from the man, five corpses had fallen, and blood was splashing everywhere like a fountain.
Even the edge of the sapphire lake was rendered an evil red.
On the shores of Lake Mead.
The three cruel gunmen surrounded the prey in the "animal pen", slowly closing and killing it.
Flesh and blood are vulnerable to steel and gunpowder, and people are dying every second.
The originally happy and beautiful Lakeshore Camp turned into a hell on earth.
Dean withdrew his gaze, leaned his back against the erected table, took a deep breath, and took out the M1911a1 from his handbag with his right hand.
The system vibrated violently, and a large block of bright red words suddenly jumped out in front of my eyes.
“Trigger Emergency—Hunting (1/1)
Three uninvited guests started a ruthless massacre of tourists picnicking on the shores of Lake Mead.
You are also on the death list and you have to find a way to survive.
You must also choose your side and take out three gunmen, or join the killing party and kill three tourists in the chaos.
Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress (0/100)
Duration: one hour
Reward: 80 experience
Penalty: None
…
What the hell is killing tourists? !
Dean's eyes were horrified.
"Woo, I'm scared!" Caroline's exclamation brought back his attention. Her face was so pale that she held onto Dean's right hand tightly, curling up like a frightened little animal.
"This is a movie, right? Guys!"
Liam sat down on the ground in a daze, and Cynthia buried her head in his arms, sobbing.
"It's so lifelike! But it's all fake! There's no blood here, it's obviously ketchup!"
Liam reached out and touched a piece of flesh and blood that flew out of nowhere on the ground outside the barbecue grill. He dipped his finger into it and touched his tongue.
The overwhelming smell of blood made Liam completely petrified.
Rust and Britney cuddled together, their lips trembling, their fists clenched, and their brows covered in cold sweat.
"What should we do? Think of a way, everyone, talk!"
The thugs armed with guns attacked indiscriminately. Ordinary students, no matter how calm they were, were unable to face this sudden desperate situation.
"We have to escape! Rust, where are the keys to the Ford?
Noah and Kadi looked at each other with trembling bodies.
"I drove to the scenic area security guard for help!"
"Don't move, it's safest to stay where you are!"
Dean's eyes swept across the panicked faces, and his strong voice had a soothing magic that made everyone feel certain.
Fortunately among misfortunes.
The location they chose was on the southwesternmost mountain wall of the entire camp, which was the gunman's blind spot. Hiding behind the barbecue grill, they could survive for at least a few minutes.
This also gives them buffer time to think.
Dean turned sideways, hid the pistol in his abdomen, and unlocked the safety.
Holding it in the right hand, just pull the trigger to shoot instantly.
But he didn't act rashly.
At this critical moment, under the influence of 11 o'clock will.
His energy became unprecedentedly concentrated, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind. Every detail on the battlefield was turned into chess pieces, placed on the chessboard in his mind.
Today's killing was definitely planned for a long time.
The three men were bloated and must be wearing body armor, bulletproof helmets, and goggles, like a fire-breathing mobile fortress.
My shooting skills are still at a half-baked level. If I have to shoot against a heavily armed person holding an AK, I'm going to hit an egg against a rock.
But staying where you are is just sitting there and waiting for death. Mere barbecue grills and tables can't stop the ak at all. When the gunman comes over and shoots from dozens of meters away, he can shoot everyone into sieves!
So we can only take the initiative to attack, get close to the ten-meter range, and use "shadow" to kill them all!
As for the option of killing innocent tourists in the system, Dean didn't consider it at all. He was not a pervert.
So how to deal with the gunman?
Dean's thoughts were racing.
Body armor, bulletproof vests, have blind spots!
The knowledge carried by shooting skills flows through the heart.
armpit.
In order to maintain the flexibility of the arms, the armpit protection of the bulletproof vest is weak, and a single shot will cause serious damage.
The crackle of rifles at the edge of the parking lot suddenly stopped.
The gunman began to change the magazine.
The "hunters" at the intersection and at the lakeside circled the camp, rummaging through boxes and boxes to hunt down the hiding survivors.
Didn't pay attention here.
Chance!
Dean took a deep breath, picked up a sharp meat cleaver on the ground with his left hand, and held the pistol tightly in his right hand.
His eyes swept over several companions, fear and enthusiasm intertwined, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.
After training alone for so long, I finally got a chance to test it out.
"Caroline, Rust... just stay still... you're going to survive."
"I promise!"
A group of people stared wide-eyed.
Dean half-crouched, turned around, and rushed out of the defense facility.
A black shadow invisible to the naked eye floated behind him, like a puppet on a lead rope, moving in sync with him.
One person and one shadow rushed straight towards the gunman's back thirty meters away, their bodies as vigorous as a cheetah running wildly in the grass.
Thirty meters.
Twenty-five meters.
Twenty meters.
Fifteen meters.
The man turned around and caught a glimpse of this idiot trying to be a hero. He pushed the magazine into the AK and turned the barrel.
Facing Dean.
Merciless ridicule emanated from the dark goggles.
Ten meters!
Take a quick breath.
Dean suddenly threw the loaded pistol in his right hand. As soon as the pistol fell, it flew to the ground in violation of the rules of physics.
In Dean's sight, the "shadow" turned into a cloud of gray mist, moving at high speed with a pistol.
Flying to the man's side in an instant.
The goggles restricted the man's field of vision. He didn't notice this strange scene at all. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at Dean and placed his right index finger on the trigger.
Just hold down the trigger and the person in front of you will turn into minced meat.
boom!
The sound of bullets piercing the air.
But instead of a burst of fire from a fully automatic rifle, there was only one sound.
Pistol drawn.
Wails followed.
A shrill spray of blood burst out from the coat under the man's right armpit in the steel helmet. Point 45ACP extremely insidiously passed through the weak point between the bulletproof vest, sternum, and back bone, tearing his lungs apart in one fell swoop, forming a cavity.
The strong body collapsed to the ground like rotten flesh with its spinal cord removed, and the right arm holding the gun was raised to the side due to severe pain.
The AK-47 lost its aim, and the muzzle of the gun deflected upwards with his fallen body, spraying a cloud of sparks into the sky.
The man's eyes suddenly turned black and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"How is it possible...where did the attack come from?"
There is no answer.
An invisible force poured in from the gap in the helmet and strangled his nose and throat, suffocating him.
A figure took the opportunity to rush in front of him, bent his knees and squatted down, pushing the man's helmet back with his left hand, tilting his head back to expose half of his smooth neck.
Like a prisoner on the guillotine.
The knife that ended him flashed coldly in Dean's right hand.
The activation of fighting LV1 skills, various methods, postures, and tips for using melee weapons, and the human body's weak points to attack first all came to mind.
Dean flipped his wrist neatly, flicked horizontally, and a white light flashed in mid-air.
Separate the boundaries between life and death.
brush--
The skin and flesh rolled around, the trachea was broken, and the aorta splashed out like a bright red fountain one meter high. The man's limbs trembled spasmodically, and his eyes lost their look.
“You killed an enemy with a knife.
Proficiency +9,
Fighting lv1 (48/200).
Emergency -
Hunting (33/100)”
…
breathe…
Dean's cheeks flashed a flush of excitement.
It only took seven or eight seconds to get out of the barbecue grill.
The executioner who killed dozens of people with an AK47 died silently at his hands!
But in the chaotic battlefield, with people running for their lives, and thick smoke and flames blocking their vision, almost no one noticed what was going on here.
…
Dean just wanted to take off the body's body armor.
The gunman blocking the intersection in the distance turned to the parking lot. No expression could be seen under the dark mask, like a cold killing machine.
But the AK47 in his hand quietly turned its muzzle and aimed at the man standing on top of the corpse of his companion.
Da da--
The bullet hit the thick body armor.
The heavily armed corpse was held up by Dean, blocking the whizzing bullets like a tower shield.
At the same time, invisible black mist flew around, outlining a set of transparent "ghost armor" around Dean.
He held the ghost armor and pushed the "tower shield" towards the gunman at the intersection.
