the other side.
Shortly after Dean left the cabin.
The eight nervous people in the room heard gunshots coming from the forest.
"They shot Dean, Dean is dead!" Lang held the hiking pole tightly with both hands, staring at the entrance of the door, with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Shut up and don't curse my brother." Rust rolled up his sleeves and pushed Lang with an unhappy expression. "He has never disappointed anyone. He will be victorious soon!"
"Quiet!" Gretchen hid by the window and looked out carefully, her white lips trembling slightly, "Everyone, collect the beer cans that you drank last night, Rust put the alcohol stove and kerosene in the bag Take out the lamp.”
"Britney, Jenny, take out the cotton underwear and cut it into strips with a knife."
Gretchen turned her head, panic flashed across her face, but then she calmly continued to give orders in a loud voice,
"We are preparing some mysterious gifts. If those two bastards dare to break in, let them learn a lesson!"
"Pour the 'nutrients' into the beer cans, and give each person a can. The girl will be responsible for installing the lead wire. Make sure it is deeper enough to get the material."
With this backbone, everyone took action quickly.
But two "special drinks cans" have just been made.
boom!
The gunshot sounded, sawdust flew, and the huge impact of the shotgun blasted the wooden door open, slamming into the inner wall.
Beams of moonlight shine through several bullet holes in the door.
The room was filled with dust.
Gretchen gritted her teeth and raised her M1911A1 towards the gate to fight back.
Bang bang bang!
After three shots, there was no movement outside the door. Baker, who was holding a drink can, rushed to the door with a shout and waved his hand as if he was irritated. The flames drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air and fell to the open space outside the courtyard.
A fire broke out among the fallen leaves on the ground, illuminating the dark night and a black shadow like a hill.
Baker, who was standing at the door, slowly raised his hands.
Manchester M1891 stretched out from the side and pointed at his chest. A thick arm pulled him in front of him like a lightning and used it as a hostage and shield.
"Children, when you shoot, you must aim at the person. Also, good students cannot play with fire casually." Owen, who was wearing a cold-proof suit that looked like an enlarged version of a barrel, pointed his gun at the neck of the human shield in front of him, and carefully Moving into the house, the warm and friendly smile on his face last night turned into a sneer and sarcasm.
The remaining seven people huddled nervously around Gretchen, who raised her gun.
"Let Baker go." Rust yelled boldly, holding up the drink can as if to throw it away.
"You haven't figured out the situation yet. I don't want your best friend's head to explode and put out the fire... Yes, the girl next to you, throw the gun over too. I'll count to three and be quick with your movements, otherwise my friends will be angry."
Two other hunters holding shotguns walked into the cabin. They stood on either side of Owen, pointing their AR15s and two shotguns at a group of young people carrying drink cans and hiking poles.
Three hunters and eight students faced off in a narrow wooden house, and the young people were trembling unconsciously.
The atmosphere was tense.
The fat man slowly uttered a word, narrowed his eyes and tightened the trigger.
"three"
"two"
Plop.
M1911a1 fell to the ground.
Gretchen raised her hands with a sad face. She could not just sit idly by and ignore the lives of her companions.
"Good girl, good job. Now stand still. We are just having some fun and don't want to hurt anyone. I promise that this is over and everyone can go home safely."
Owen stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, with undisguised desire in his eyes.
The other two hunters came over with mean and cruel smiles, stretching the hemp ropes in their hands, especially Tom, who had been silent before. His eyes were like those of beasts sizing up their prey, and his big, calloused hands deliberately and roughly touched the girl's skin. The delicate skin on the back of the hand.
"Ouch, don't touch me!"
Ashley buried her face tightly into her boyfriend's shoulder.
But that cold big hand pinched her soft chin, making her pretty face face towards him.
Tom's hoarse voice was full of strange tenderness and affection,
"You know, little sheep, every time I hear a woman cry, I think of my cheating ex-girlfriend. If you cry again, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you again."
Ashley trembled, her face turned pale and she stopped crying, her petite body froze in place, trembling.
"Don't touch her!"
Seeing his girlfriend being humiliated, Lang yelled, and then a fist as big as a sandbag made close contact with his stomach, making him curl up like a cooked prawn, and his cheeks turned red with tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Boy, the hero should go to the gym and practice more before saving the beauty."
Another man with a scar across his nose and half of his face shook his head.
"Don't touch them, don't touch my friends!" Gretchen finally couldn't help but speak, she was shaking with anger, "You are committing a crime. When our companions find out that we are missing tomorrow, they will definitely call the police and all of you will be arrested. , no one can escape. Kidnapping and coercion is a serious crime, and you will be detained for at least 20 to 30 years!"
"Good girl, you are very vigilant, but your level of lying is too low." Owen patted Gretchen's beautiful face with his big black hairy hand, "I happen to live in Sacramento, and I have never heard of it. What kind of Lewis High School is there, and what classmates do you have?”
A blush of shame flashed across Gretchen's face, and she was mumbling and speechless.
"Dean?" Rust asked, "Where did you do my friend?"
"That Asian? Don't worry, our brother is accompanying him for butt surgery." The scar-faced man and Tom looked at each other, and the two laughed, "He will be sent back happily in half an hour at most. "
"Go to hell, you pervert!"
"Well!"
"Okay, let's start picking the lucky ones."
Owen crossed his arms across his chest and glanced over the eight people like he was picking prey. Finally, he stopped at Gretchen, who was tall, sexy and the most beautiful, and then glanced at Abby next to him.
"Although your face looks a bit shabby, your lips are as sexy as an angel. Come on, you two."
He smiled and stretched out his hands to grab the good sisters.
"Let Abby go!"
Gretchen's cheeks were covered with frost and she struggled desperately, but unfortunately the force coming from the big steel-plier-like hand made her unable to resist.
But Abby was stunned, half pushed and half dragged out of the cabin as if she had lost her soul.
Owen turned around and smiled knowingly at his companion.
"I'm very fast, it will be your turn soon."
"Take it easy, don't break it!"
…
The fat man led the two of them more than twenty meters away, and walked among the dead branches and leaves where the drink cans were burning. The flames that were originally the size of a fist had grown to the size of half a person due to the wind.
Bake it warm.
"Okay, which one of you comes first?" The muzzle of the AR15 was pointed between the two girls. He couldn't wait to change out of the faded denim overalls, revealing black "wool pants."
Gretchen turned to look at her companion next to her.
Abby froze in the cold wind, staring at the dark mountain forest in ecstasy. The pimples and acne on her face showed confusion and despair.
"Look at how pitiful she is. She is so frightened. Why don't you set an example first and let uncle take good care of her?"
Owen smiled and pointed the gun at Abby.
"Or should I give her a ride?"
Gretchen showed a mixture of grief and anger... and took a step closer to the man.
"Good girl, be obedient and be gentle, otherwise your companions in the house will be missing arms and legs!" Owen opened his hands and raised his head to show an expression of enjoyment in advance.
Gretchen sighed helplessly as if resigned to her fate, walked half a meter in front of him, and made a kneeling gesture, but she noticed the relaxed expression of the beard.
A gleam of light suddenly flashed in her light blue eyes. She raised her right foot with lightning speed, and hit her beard right in the middle with her vaginal leg.
"oh--"
The ecstatic wail echoed, and the man's soybean-like eyes protruded outward due to the severe pain, and he instinctively bent down to touch the wound.
Gretchen immediately stretched out her bound hands to reach for the AR15 hanging on his shoulder, and dropped the gun to the ground.
The man actually reluctantly closed his dark hands, grabbed Gretchen's neck like a chicken, leaned forward and pushed her to the ground.
Puff puff, the sound of fists and feet entering flesh was heard.
In just a few seconds, the two struggled like hungry animals. During the fight, the AR15 was accidentally kicked to the feet of Abby next to him.
Gretchen struggled to turn her head to look at her good sisters and shouted at the top of her lungs,
"Abby, pick up the gun!"
"Pick up the gun!"
Abby trembled as if waking up from a dream.
He glanced at the rifle at his feet, and then at the good sister whose pretty face was red and contorted as the fat man choked her.
If you can't resist, you will die!
Will die!
The cold night wind carried devilish words into my mind.
A mountain-like tsunami of fear flashed through Abby's eyes, and her survival instinct overwhelmed everything. She screamed, abandoned her good sisters and fled towards the dark forest.
"Haha." The bearded man, who had recovered his strength, slapped Gretchen to the ground.
The girl's pretty face suddenly had a hematosmotic palm print. Her mind was buzzing, and she looked at the retreating figure of her companion in disbelief.
The strong sourness in the nose burst out with hot tears.
"Abandoned little wild cat, wait a moment, I will play with you right away."
Owen limped over and picked up the AR15. He held it up. The night vision goggles clearly captured the figure running towards the forest. He put his index finger on the trigger and pulled it sharply.
Click!
Shet, are you stuck?
This thought flashed through the bearded man's mind, and a lightning-like black shadow rushed out of the mountain forest, and an arrow from the string rushed straight towards him.
Before he had time to react, the black shadow rushed in front of him and whipped out a whip kick with incredible speed.
Snapped!
The inertia of sprinting, the huge power, and the skillful skills honed day after day, the three of them superimposed, instantly shattering the vital point.
Blood spurted out and stained Owen's crotch.
An indescribable pain spurted out from the depths of his soul. Owen's face was distorted, and his bloody mouth was open, but he had not yet made any sound.
bump!
A hand knife then cut into his windpipe.
Lost up and down.
Owen's huge body fell forward silently like a collapsed mountain.
The figure turned around and came behind him, swung his hard elbow, and hit the back of his head with the tip of his elbow.
In just one breath, three vital points were injured.
The fat man fell to the ground without any resistance and fell into a severe coma.
Gretchen was still in the despair just now. She saw a familiar face in her blurred vision and nodded slightly to her.
The black shadow rushed towards the wooden house.
The two hunters who noticed the movement outside had just arrived at the door, but the muzzles of their guns had not yet been raised.
The black shadow threw a silver light at them in the distance.
brush--
The air hissed.
The shadow of the past dragged the board and drew a sharp arc past the wrists of the two hunters.
The skin and flesh were torn open, and there was a burning sting mixed with blood and screams.
The two of them were stunned for a moment.
The black shadow took the opportunity to rush towards his eyes.
Tom held the shotgun in his left hand and counterattacked hastily, but the pain made his movements deformed and too slow.
The figure in front of him bent his knees and turned half a circle, then nimbly moved around to his side like a civet cat. He shot a sky-high cannon with his right fist, hitting his chin with a snap.
The huge force forced Tom to close the upper and lower rows of teeth, and the tip of his tongue was bitten. His mouth was filled with blood, and his brain was buzzing like a bee. He knelt forward, but before he could scream, he was whipped away by another whip. Hit the back of the head and fell to the ground unconscious.
The second hunter barely pulled the trigger, but something blocked the trigger guard and he couldn't pull the shot.
In the next second, two slender and powerful hands enlarged infinitely in the sight. One grasped the palm and the other clasped the wrist, pulling his left hand down. The sharp pain of excessive side buckling in the joints caused him to curl up involuntarily. Neck and head down.
Snapped!
Dean's right fist burst sideways like a spring, and the second knuckle of his index finger, which was clasped into a phoenix eye, hit his temple accurately, causing large bloodshot eyes to appear in his pupils. He fell to the ground without saying a word and turned into a puddle. mud.
In less than three seconds, the battle was over.
Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead in the gentle night breeze.
With their hands and feet bound, Rust and the others finally crawled to the door - their companions, whom they thought had died long ago, were standing there unharmed, tying up two hunters with ropes as they collapsed like mud.
