At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sky turned purple-black, dark clouds lingered, strong winds blew on the ground, and Lake Mead was coated in blood.
Campsite at the foot of the interstate highway ramp.
The flames dispersed into the wind with eye-catching white smoke, like shrouds stretching in mid-air.
The unfortunate people piled up all over the ground. Shirts, T-shirts, and dresses became stained with blood. Warm blood spurted out of the holes in the clothes. The soft sand was dyed into pools of blood.
The screams and wails continued, and a sickening smell filled the air.
Without warning, the butcher beside the parking lot suddenly collapsed, and a hole was torn open in the death circle.
Survivors nearby grabbed life-saving straws and lowered their bodies to run towards the escape tunnel.
Dead, all dead!
Kerry, the catcher of the baseball team, was breathing heavily. He had only seen such bloody shooting scenes on TV and screens. He laughed at the people who were fleeing in a hurry more than once. He naively believed that if he had been replaced, he would have killed the gunman beautifully. , become a hero that attracts much attention!
The truth is exactly the opposite. The first moment the gunshot fired, he was frightened to death, his mind went blank, and his survival instinct suppressed everything.
He ran away and hid like countless "cowards".
The FBI, the lone gunman, the hero, and the savior are all fake!
It’s true to live!
He moved mechanically with weak feet, passing over the corpses of his familiar companions, but he did not dare to raise his head and look at the place where the gunfire sounded.
The car keys were clenched tightly in the palm of my hand and pricked my skin.
All the sounds and images faded away, leaving only the white Volvo in the parking lot.
Get in the car and survive!
"boom!"
A "corpse" suddenly stood up halfway. He couldn't react in time and bumped into it hard. His body trembled, his eyes turned white, and he almost lost his breath.
"Fake Squid! Wazel, what are you doing blocking here?!"
A black man in a baseball shirt straightened his hat and lay down beside the overturned square table, rubbing his shoulders and looking furtively toward the intersection.
Kerry pushed the opponent hard, his face turned red, spittle flew everywhere, and he frantically vented his inner fear.
"Nege is not afraid of death? Get out of here!"
"Someone!" Zevar's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips twitched with excitement, "Someone killed the gunman."
"Daydreaming! If you don't escape, you will die!"
"Look! Look there!"
Follow the direction of Zevar's finger.
One person was turned away from them, heading against the escaping crowd.
Dean struggled to support the corpse of the thug in front of him, which weighed at least two hundred pounds including the equipment. Even with the assistance of "Shadow", it took a lot of energy from him in just a few seconds. His short black hair was streaked with sweat. It slipped down from his chin and soaked the shirt on his chest.
Da da da--
Bullet casings were continuously thrown out of the ejection window, with green smoke scattered at the feet of the armored man.
The armored man picked up the AK and fired more than a dozen shots at once. Every time a bullet hit, the human shield in front of Dean shook like an electric shock, as if he was doing a stiff mechanical dance in a flesh-and-blood purgatory.
Fifty meters.
The battle at the intersection fell into a strange and brief stalemate.
The attacker circled around and kept changing directions, trying to shoot the man behind the corpse, but one of his legs was disabled and he walked with a limp and moved slightly slowly.
The defender was like a tortoise following him in circles, always making it impossible for him to get what he wanted.
But the distance between the two sides is shortening rapidly.
Forty meters.
The armored man suddenly turned his gun and suddenly——
A girl who was sneaking toward the parking lot fell to the ground without saying a word.
The basketball vest bloomed into a dazzling red, as cruel as a withered stamen.
Thirty meters.
Dean was breathing heavily, but his energy was as concentrated as ever, and his eyes were blazing, frighteningly bright.
He didn't have time to be afraid, a thought surged in his mind.
Once the ten meters are up, I'll send you to hell!
But things turned out beyond his expectation.
The armored man suddenly put the rifle under his arm and took out a round grenade from his waist.
Dean's pupils froze.
Wadfa.
Kaz——
A slight stirring sound.
The man threw the grenade, and the grenade drew a wonderful arc in mid-air and landed accurately on the standing corpse of his companion.
Dean immediately pushed aside the burden in front of him and pressed the grenade, then fell to the side.
boom!
The explosion was deafening.
Dust, gravel, and minced meat filled the air.
A large crater was made on the ground by the grenade, and the body with black smoke rolled over with the force of the impact.
Amidst the thick smoke, a figure rushed out!
Dean charged straight at the man.
Holding a gun in his right hand and a knife in his left hand, with a firm gaze on his pale and cold face, his body moved through the battlefield of dozens of meters like lightning, like a martyr running towards death devoutly.
Fight against modern weapons with flesh and blood!
The full-face helmet on the other side made a silent mockery.
Da da da--
The black hole of the gun spewed deadly tongues of flame at him.
Two seconds.
The man poured out all the dozen bullets in the magazine and hit the target, but then he fell into extreme shock.
He didn't see the expected scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere and the body being torn apart.
Those fired bullets seemed to fly into the vast void and disappear.
The man in the gray T-shirt remained unharmed and continued to charge towards him.
"Jesus!"
This extremely weird scene made the man's scalp numb with excitement, and his hand that was changing the magazine suddenly froze in mid-air.
He had participated in hundreds of battles, large and small, including the American defeat that ended eight years ago, but he had never seen anything like this.
Hallucination?
Hallucinations before death?
Ten meters have arrived!
Between the electric light and flint.
Dean threw the pistol at him like a sharp throwing knife.
The pistol turned a corner in mid-air and flew in an arc.
Before the man could react, he pressed against his defenseless right armpit, which was holding the rifle.
Transparent fingers grasped the trigger.
boom!
Gunfire.
The man groaned, let go of the rifle in his arms, and fell to the ground in severe pain.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible force pressed down on his body.
His face turned cold.
Someone took off his helmet and pressed a cold pistol to the center of his forehead.
The last moments of life.
The man's blurred eyes saw a face covered in sweat.
Young, green, exuding a strong youthful atmosphere, should be talking about women and weeds in school...
But it was terrifyingly cold at the moment, like a messenger from hell.
How can this be?
"die!"
boom!
You killed a gunman using a Colt M1911A1.
Proficiency +10.
Shooting lv0 (22/100)
Emergency -
Hunting (66/100)
…
Dean stood up unsteadily with the AK in hand and looked at the gunman's face.
"It's him?"
The face under the helmet is weathered, with rough skin, a hooked nose, and a beard that goes past the ears.
It was the cripple seen in the Silent Hunter Gun Shop!
"Three gunmen, the numbers are right, but what reason do they have to attack a group of innocent students? Just to get revenge on the United States?"
But Dean didn't have much time to think, and his face showed deep fatigue.
The one-minute burst of action consumed a lot of his physical energy. If it weren't for his Ironman talent, which could continuously convert the food he had eaten not long ago into physical energy and energy, he would have been unable to sustain it.
His mental state was terrible.
The temples are swollen to the point of bursting, and the head is dizzy.
After forcibly eating a dozen 7.62mm bullets, the "Shadow" figure faded into a translucent gray. It was obvious that it had endured too many impacts in a short period of time and would soon disband and return to the body.
At that time, Dean will lose his biggest reliance on the "invisible killer"!
"We must fight quickly!"
…
The third gunman by the lake kicked over a corpse and fixed his gaze on the alien on the battlefield, Dean, who was standing upright eighty meters away.
He was stunned for a second, then ran over with the AK in hand, stepped over the young corpses and the barbecue utensils lying around, and fired at Dean accurately.
Da da da!
The rain of bullets passed by, leaving a straight row of bullet holes on the ground next to Dean, and sand, gravel and dust splashed like bunches of fountains in a pool.
Dean rolled behind the barbecue grill with a "human body armor" in his arms.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his body was shaking uncontrollably due to tension.
Three seconds.
The shooting stopped.
Dean held the AK with both hands, stuck the barrel out of the defense facility, and held the trigger.
Da da da--
A volley of bullets roared towards the gunman.
But the shooting lasted only a second before ending abruptly.
The recoil of the AK-47, which was far more powerful than the Colt pistol, made Dean's wrist numb. The rifle almost came out of his hand, and all the bullets were fired at once.
His poor shooting skills were clearly revealed... His wrist shook violently, and three of the five shots hit the air in the face of the nimbly moving gunman.
The two shots that hit were also eaten by the opponent's body armor.
Faco!
Dean threw away the polished AK and held the Colt with both hands.
He took out the magazine and took a look.
There are 4 bullets left.
Thoughts are spinning.
"Shadow" can only take a dozen rounds of bullets at most and will inevitably disappear. Now he rushes out recklessly. Halfway through, he will be swept into a sieve by the AK.
All we can do is wait, the gunman takes the initiative to approach the "Shadow" hunting range!
"No grenades, no grenades!"
Dean prayed repeatedly in his heart!
God seemed to have heard his prayers. The third gunman did not notice the strange scene of Dean killing his companion before, and rushed to a place less than twenty meters away from him with his gun in hand.
Sizzling——
The "shadow" flickered a few times, like a TV screen that was about to go out.
Can't delay!
Dean held his breath, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.
Throw the gun.
Turn around.
Breaking out of the cover facility.
The transparent "shadow" rolled around Colt, floated in front of him, and faced the AK's muzzle on his behalf.
Da da da--
A burst of piercing gunshots gave Dean a splitting headache.
Bullets passed through the air one after another and hit the invisible barrier composed of "shadows" in front of him with strong kinetic energy.
Suddenly, the bullet group stretched the gray body of "Shadow" backward to the extreme, infinitely close to Dean behind him.
One of the most recent ones.
Less than ten centimeters from Dean's right eye, the wind was biting, the hair on his head stood on end, and his back felt hot.
He could clearly smell the gunpowder residue in the shell.
That's the smell of death!
Snap.
At the critical moment, the bullet's kinetic energy is exhausted.
The warhead landed.
"Shadow" also used up the last of its power and turned into a mist and returned to Dean's body, unable to complete the final kill.
At this time, he was less than eight meters away from the gunman!
Dean rolled to the ground, picked up Colt the moment he stood up, held it with both hands, knelt on his left knee in an extremely standard kneeling position, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
With the first bullet, Dean hit the magazine being reloaded like a miracle.
The magazine flew away.
The man screamed strangely and retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
Bang bang bang!
Dean stood up and approached, pulling the trigger continuously.
The remaining three bullets were all fired at the man's unprotected lower body, but the man quickly jumped to the side to avoid the vital points, only to burst into a ball of blood on his thigh.
The distance is less than three meters.
Their eyes intertwined.
Dean let out an angry growl, threw away the pistol, and rushed towards the gunman with a ferocious expression.
But a flash of sharp sword light bloomed in front of his eyes, stopping his grapple.
The gunman's reflexes honed over time on the battlefield were instantly activated, and he pulled out a tactical dagger from his clothes.
Hold it with your backhand and swing it horizontally quickly and hard. The sharp blade can disembowel Dean with just one touch.
Dean paused and stepped back, but he was slower.
The sharp blade cut through his clothes and thin layer of skin, drawing a shallow blood line between his abdominal muscles.
It was cold and stinging, making Dean shiver.
While injured, he lost the opportunity to take the initiative to attack.
The man swung the dagger with his backhand and stabbed his neck at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake coiling around to pounce.
Dean could only continue to retreat and avoid in embarrassment.
But the speed of the dagger was astonishing, and it followed him like a shadow. The cold light of the steel blade kept flashing, and the man stabbed and stabbed like a storm!
The knife went straight to Dean's neck, temple, and heart.
The air hissed as it was stabbed.
Between life and death.
Dean's body was filled with adrenaline, his brain was congested, his face was red, and he forgot the pain.
As if dancing on the tip of the knife, he narrowly avoided the assassination of death again and again, and the sweat soaked the narrow place under his feet.
Just a few breaths.
He was forced into a desperate situation, and if he was even slow to react, he would be disemboweled.
And if you continue to hide, you will definitely die.
This terrible thought kept eroding my mind, and the sharp cold air hit me again.
"We must do something to stop his offensive!"
Under the pressure of death, Dean's brain seemed to turn off a switch, and he glanced at the bloody wound made by Colt on the man's leg.
He retreated suddenly to avoid the assassination, then his buttocks muscles tensed and exploded, and he kicked forward with his right heel like lightning, hitting the wound on the man's thigh.
The external force is like a steel needle piercing the flesh.
The man screamed, his movement of swinging the tactical dagger deformed due to severe pain, and he couldn't help but bend down and reach out to touch the wound.
Chance!
Dean quickly stretched out his right hand to grab his knife-holding wrist. At the same time, he held his shoulder down with his left hand and used both hands to twist the man's back.
Click.
The arm was dislocated and the dagger fell to the ground.
But the pain made his counterattack slow and weak.
Dean nimbly avoided the man's backhand elbow toward his waist, and the cat got behind the man.
Take a deep breath.
In an instant.
The lv1 fighting skills were activated, and a large number of exquisite skills in close combat came to mind.
In just one second, Dean made a dazzling set of hand movements behind the man——
His right hand strangled the man's neck from behind, sparing no force, so that his fist reached Dean's own left shoulder.
At the same time, his left elbow held his right fist, while the back of his left hand got into the back of the man's head.
At this point, Dean's hands, plus the man's head and neck, formed a closed, strong, and fatal noose!
Oops!
Dean tightened his hands, strangled the neck and slowly raised it with all his strength.
As if to crush everything!
Click——
The crackling of bones and the strong feeling of suffocation caused the 1.9-meter strong man in armor to burst out with the strength of a dying struggle. He lifted his feet off the ground with Dean on his back and moved a few steps forward.
The hands wearing black tactical gloves pulled hard on the choke.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the noose of death!
Dean starts upping the ante!
The legs formed a second noose——
Go around your waist and place the instep of your right foot behind your left foot.
And the instep of the left foot goes around the back of the man's left calf.
Because of the structure of the human body, the harder a man struggles, the tighter he gets, like a prey entangled by a giant python.
Five seconds.
The man's eyes were bloodshot and he had difficulty breathing. His face turned red behind his helmet, and his strength in struggling was gradually weakening.
Seven seconds.
The struggle disappeared completely, and the man turned into a puddle of mud, fell to the ground face to face, and buried his face in the mud.
His limbs were slowly twitching like an epileptic attack.
Dean continued to push harder.
Stop it, stop it!
Under the skin of his hands, slender muscles and blood vessels wriggled and sprouted like earthworms under the soil!
Another thirty seconds passed.
Combat proficiency in the system no longer increases.
Dean could no longer feel any resistance and was sure that the other party had lost consciousness.
He let go and stood up unsteadily, but the unconscious enemy was still lying in a pool of blood.
Dean wiped the steaming sweat from his face,
With a fierce light in his eyes, he picked up the dagger and stabbed it horizontally. The blade pierced the man's neck coldly.
Poof——
Blood spurted out.
A large bright red record flashed before Dean's eyes.
You use a tactical dagger to pierce the enemy's neck artery, causing fatal injuries.
The enemy dies.
Proficiency +10,
Fighting lv1 (65/200)
Emergency - Hunting
Completeness 100%.
You stood on the side of "justice" and completed the emergency.
Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.
…
"breathe…"
"it's over!"
Dean clenched and unclenched his fists, then took a long breath, standing next to the thug's body and looking around at the devastated beach covered in blood, broken flesh, bullet holes, and flames burning quietly.
The three gunmen who launched the attack were killed and the rioting came to a complete halt.
The people who were lucky enough to survive carefully poked their heads out from behind the cover and looked this way.
It's safe.
Dean relaxed his body unconsciously, and suddenly, the sequelae of excessive consumption of mental and physical energy and adrenaline broke out.
Fatigue, bone-chilling aches and pain in the abdomen came over him like waves. His chest felt tight, it was difficult to breathe, and the picture in front of him was blurry.
His expression was relaxed and dazed.
"I have to go away and hide."
He stepped on cotton under his feet, took a step, and suddenly fell sideways.
Footsteps, exclamations, sobbing, crying...
"Dean, Dean!"
the end of consciousness,
He heard a call.
