The dark corridor where you can't even see your fingers.
The Bat Banshee leaned against the cold and damp wall, blinked her eyelids twice, opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pure black eyes, then raised her ears, twitched her straight nose, and sniffed in the darkness.
Soon, the woman bared her teeth as if she was offended, her pale and charming face showed a fierce expression, and she moved her two bare, arched calves and ran towards the bonfire deep in the corridor.
Got to the place.
The disheveled Ruben Van Helsing left her assigned position and hid in a corner holding a torch, looking over in fear, while the other prisoner was nowhere to be found!
Roar!
Batgirl dragged her claws and flew towards Luben angrily.
But she was in mid-air, and a black shadow suddenly fell above her head like lightning.
Dean held a cone-shaped stalactite and dropped it from the sky, smashing it into the woman's back. The sharp tip instantly pierced the skin and flesh, penetrating the body.
The burst of blood splashed a dazzling line of blood in mid-air.
The shrill wail resounded throughout the entire cave hall, the ceiling debris shook off, the bonfire was blown to the side by the strong wind, and the fine bones from the ground flew into the air.
Luben in the corner covered his ears with a painful expression.
Dean, who was on the woman's back, also froze and was blown away by a claw.
But his limbs were moving rapidly in mid-air, and he quickly adjusted his posture like a weightless cat. His hands and feet landed on the ground at the same time, and then he rolled to remove the impact.
Get up, look up.
Staring at the opposite side, the severely injured Batgirl showed her extremely tenacious vitality. She hunched her body and pulled back with both hands, and in a cruel gesture, she slowly pulled out the murderous weapon that broke her body.
The violent spray of blood dyed the black film-like wings that grew wildly behind her shoulder blades red, and formed a pool of blood on the ground.
Dean took the opportunity to straighten the palm of his right hand, and a teardrop-shaped stiletto slipped out of the sleeve of his windbreaker, and he shook it tightly.
As the air roared, cold light passed over Batgirl's face, scratched her eyes, and pulled horizontally on her neck!
But her skin was as tough as cowhide, and an attack that could cut half of an ordinary person's neck would only leave a shallow bloody mouth.
The sneak attack ends here.
Roar!
The woman with blood-stained eyes roared loudly, and the sound waves swept through the entire hall like ocean waves.
Dean and Luben groaned at the same time, their eardrums stung like needles, traces of blood oozing from their facial features, and their stomachs rumbling at the same time!
The strips of cloth and cotton stuffed into the ears in advance failed to block it at all.
There were more than just two people. The shadow-like mist-like body that controlled the shiban kept stirring like boiling water, emitting countless irregular black bubbles, and stood there losing its fighting power.
Plop!
The woman pulled out the bloody stalactite and threw it aside.
He flapped his wings, flashed, and accurately landed in front of the dizzy Dean on the other side.
A wave of wings and a claw!
boom!
Dean seemed to have been hit by a speeding train. He flew five meters into the air and hit the side wall, sliding against the wall and falling to the ground.
The skin on her side waist and back was torn open, revealing two gaps that looked like baby's mouths.
The surging blood dragged out a large piece of flesh and blood.
His face twisted and he closed his eyes tightly.
…
Batgirl opened her mouth and roared again, using ultrasonic waves to detect her position. She fluttered her wings, flashed her body, and landed in front of Dean once again as if she teleported.
He coldly swung his claw towards the vital part of his neck!
Dean suddenly opened his eyes, and his two bloody hands grabbed the awl-like sharp claws first, while the "shadow" next to him wrapped around Batgirl's body.
Dean let go, shortened his body, stepped lightly on the ground, and quickly walked around behind her.
The front of the chest is close to the back.
Her hands and feet instantly formed a closed lock, locking Batgirl's cold body.
Naked hanging!
Dean's hands slowly closed inward.
Batgirl was not very strong and couldn't break free. She carried him around in circles a few times, with a pair of wings flapping crazily behind her.
The air roared and rocks flew everywhere, but the blind spot in the middle of the back could not be reached!
She waved a pair of sharp claws to tear at the two python-like thighs around her waist, and pulled the iron rope-like arms around her neck.
But the ghost armor has covered Dean's body in all directions.
With 16 points of mental blessing, the protection strength has been raised to a higher level, and no matter how Batgirl scratches it, it will not be damaged at all!
Her face turned from pale to red, and her charming face grew a pig-like nose and furry folds, turning into a pitch-black bat head.
At the same time, he opened his mouth to roar again.
But Dean's two arms tightly strangled her trachea and vocal cords.
At the same time, his mind controlled the landing board to hover into the air, aiming at the bat's bleeding eyes and continuing to poke at it.
Puff puff puff!
Pierce the eyeball and penetrate deep into the brain.
But Dean's face was distorted, he gritted his steel teeth, and with all his strength, he continued to tighten his hands and feet inward, tightening, causing the woman's cervical vertebra to crack.
Because he exerted too much force, the wounds on Dean's waist and back exposed his internal organs and bones.
Batgirl flaps her wings!
…
Lu Ben, who had been hiding in the corner and observing, was completely stunned by the brutal battle.
In just one minute, it was as if a small earthquake had occurred in the entire cave. Amidst the fierce collisions, tearing sounds, and ping-pong blows, stalactites were broken all over the floor, and fine bones and dry branches were scattered in pools of blood. There was a pungent stench in the air.
And the two figures covered with bruises were stuck together, rising and falling in the cave as if they were not subject to gravity, and they were running rampant!
With each impact, loud noises erupted in the air.
Plop!
At a certain moment, Batgirl fell beside the bonfire, flapped her black wings twice and lost all movement.
A piece of sacrificial stone without a handle was inserted into her left eye, and blood slid down her furry face, her neck, and chest, soaking into the ground.
Dean's tall and thin figure staggered out from under her.
The black coat was stained red with blood, and the wound on the waist was expanded to the abdomen, exposing the black and red kidneys and intestines. The chest heaved violently like a broken bellows.
But with the support of a moderate Ironman feat and a physique of over fifteen.
He persisted in taking out the scorpion from the monster's eye socket, despite the injuries that would kill an ordinary person.
Then his face became solemn.
Dense blood threads protruded from the bloody wound of the dead Bat Banshee in front of him, constantly adhering to each other, pulling, and closing the wound inwards.
It is constantly healing itself and will probably be revived in about ten minutes!
Dean glanced at the system prompt——
You defeated the fantasy creature-Bat Banshee, proficiency +10, fighting level 2 (210→220/300).
The Supernatural Hunter feat also doesn't trigger.
"It's amazing, Detective Dean. A human body can actually severely injure the monsters I wrote about, but you're so seriously injured, can you hold on?" Luben rushed around the piles of blood to support Dean's body, and headed towards the corridor. He started walking outside, and from time to time he glanced at the hideous gap between his waist and abdomen with fear, and blood flowed out desperately.
"I can't die for the time being." Dean forced a smile as he endured the pain that felt like his bones were falling apart. He stuffed the intestines that had slipped out of his lower abdomen into his stomach and held it tightly, and then his tattered body began to twitch like an epilepsy.
"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
"I...oh...I'm...all right, hush...I'm...healing! Let's go!"
"Why are your bones moving? Is there a mouse under your skin?"
"Fake! Stop talking nonsense and leave!"
…
After a moment of running wildly.
Cold, fresh air rushes into the nose.
The two ran out of the dark and narrow passage and came to the river bank. They looked up and saw that the moon was full in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the Truckee River, illuminating two excited faces!
"You did it, man, you broke the plot in the book and rescued me in advance!" Lu Ben turned to his side excitedly, and then his eyes froze. He looked at a completely unfamiliar man with black hair and black eyes. With a handsome Asian face and a body of 1.8 meters, he was wearing a baggy and bloody black coat and straight pants measuring 1.9 meters, which looked a bit ridiculous.
And his stomach was still making a strange, continuous gurgling sound.
"Who are you? Where's Dean?"
"Don't you recognize me when I wipe off my makeup? I am Dean. I have no time to explain now. Run with me!" A smile appeared on Dean's sweaty cheeks, and he took his arm and jumped onto the shore walk. Run towards the Virginia Street Bridge, which stretches across the river in the night and is shrouded in mist.
"Stop joking, can makeup change your height and body shape? The wounds on your waist are gone. Even the most brilliant magician doesn't have this ability." Luben panted and ran after Dean, but he was kept locked. In the cave, his physical fitness declined severely, and he was out of breath after running only a few steps.
"The world is so big, with endless unsolved mysteries, and you don't know how much magic there is!" Dean quickened his pace. He had to hurry up and run to the bridge before the Bat Banshee resurrected, and replenish energy as soon as possible!
…
Only five minutes.
The two ran along the riverwalk and onto the Virginia Street Bridge.
"Luben!"
The girl in the red dress by the bridge stumbled over and cried with joy.
Luben smiled at Dean beside him, opened his arms to welcome the goddess of his dreams, hugged her waist, lifted her into the air and spun her around.
"I'm back! Mary! Your man is back!"
"Woo, let's never separate again this time!" Mary clung to the man's arms, resting her forehead on his chest, feeling each other's body heat.
Dean looked at the tearful woman, and the feeling of unreality became even stronger.
"Sorry to interrupt you, but the crisis has not been resolved yet, and now is not the time to show affection!" Dean greeted and led the two of them to the car not far away from the bridge.
Haven't run anywhere yet.
The old man who was dozing in the car heard the noise and opened the door. He glanced around and immediately noticed the flaxen-haired man with a big black trench coat and a figure like a clothes drying pole. Although his face was covered with mud, he was so thin that he Although his appearance was unclear, the old man still recognized the other person’s identity at a glance.
"Luben, you brat, I knew you were still alive!" Marco rushed out of the car and looked at the man for a while. His beard was trembling with excitement, his eyes were red, and he punched him hard in the chest, "What have you done in the past six months?" Where have you been hiding? How did you get yourself into such a stupid state?"
Lu Ben looked at this familiar old face and fell into a state of confusion.
"Marco, aren't you lying in the intensive care unit with cancer?"
Snapped!
The old man's eyes were blazing and he slapped his son with his hands.
"You unfilial son, how dare you curse your father! I am very strong and can live for at least twenty years!"
"Shet, Detective Dean, you lied to me!" Lu Ben cursed, but a smile appeared on his lips.
However, Dean had already gotten into the car, couldn't wait to take out chocolates and energy bars from the supply bag that came with the car, crazily stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed three of them without chewing, feeling the hunger and exhaustion that penetrated deep into his bones. The feeling finally eased.
While eating in his mouth, Dean opened the trunk and took out the bright orange painted McMillan TAC-50 anti-material sniper rifle with a length of 1448mm and a weight of 11.8kg, as well as a bunch of accessories.
Put on the front car cover and start assembly.
Bipod, low-light sight, 5x scope, muzzle brake, silencer, magazine filled with 5 .50BMG rounds.
Click click click.
L3's shooting is launched with full force.
His movements are simple, fast, smooth and free, full of an indescribable beauty, like an instinct repeated thousands of times.
…
"This lady is..." Marco, who was beside the car, suddenly began to speak incoherently, staring directly behind his son at the woman in a red dress who was walking towards her, with her beautiful face, flowing flaxen hair, and the lips. Every mole is exactly the same as the person he dreams about.
At this moment, Marco, who was already over sixty years old, was stunned, his heart was pounding, and he could only see that woman.
The wife who has been dead for many years is resurrected?
"Mary?"
"Lu Ben mentioned you to me." The woman in the red dress reached out and gently shook the old man's hand, took Lu Ben's arm, and showed a cute and sweet smile, "By the way, I am his wife."
Marco's nose suddenly surged with sourness, his heart felt chilly, and he couldn't help but grin a wry smile.
And Lu Ben looked at his father, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, but then there was pride.
"Yes, Marco, you looked down on my work and dismissed me as a third-rate writer, but it did become a reality. From now on, Mary is my wife, my most perfect work."
…
Click——
A muffled sound startled the three of them.
They turned around and saw a domineering sniper rifle on the front cover of the car.
The detective was lying on the front cover looking at the gun.
"Oh God! Are you crazy, Dean? This is the city of Reno, and no firearms are allowed!" Marco was so frightened that he held Dean's shoulders down, "Where did you get one?" A sniper rifle? Who do you want to kill?"
"No time to explain! Everyone be quiet and hide behind me!" Dean shook off his hand, his tone unquestionable, "Bat Banshee is here!"
"Also, cover your ears!"
The old man looked at his solemn-looking son and timid Mary, and swallowed the question.
…
Whoop whoosh!
Behind the scope was a black shadow dragging huge wings, flapping its wings and galloping through the air at a speed so fast that it seemed to be flickering.
A distance of four hundred meters can be shortened by twenty or thirty meters in one breath.
She sprinted straight towards Bronco, as if she could sense the location of the three of them.
In addition, all the horrific stab wounds and fractures caused by Dean on her body and face had disappeared, and the fur all over her body reflected a silvery luster in the moonlight, as elegant as a vampire visiting the manor at night.
Batgirl is resurrected with full health as expected in the book!
Dean began to control Ruowuowu's breathing and muscles around his body... He held the gun target with his right hand, lightly pulled the trigger with his index finger, and held the butt of the gun with the five fingers of his left hand, applying even force. The back butt was placed in the shoulder socket under the collarbone.
Put your head down and your chin, open your eyes and move closer to the aiming line.
All parts of the body work together to form a stable rigid structure with TAC-50.
LV3's shooting becomes instinctive.
Breathe in…
A ferocious bat shadow rushed straight through the scope.
Three hundred meters, two hundred meters.
Fill your lungs with oxygen and hold your breath.
Dean's index finger became one with the trigger.
Pull.
boom!
Gunfire.
The snow-white car body suddenly shook.
Dust spread under the wheels, and a huge noise of more than 90 decibels tore through the silent night and penetrated the long street!
The powerful recoil pushed the rear gun stock to slam into Dean's shoulder, but he only swayed slightly to regain stability.
The Marco family behind them, who were covering their ears, were frightened by the huge movement and their faces turned pale.
But two hundred meters away, the speeding figure suddenly trembled, and a mass of flesh and blood burst out of its chest, and then it fell into the endlessly flowing Truckee River like a kite with its string cut off!
(End of chapter)
