"Run in the same direction as we came and go, this guy can't be killed with the two guns in our hands."

After all, the power of the pistol is limited, especially when Sherlock has used up all the gas, he can only maintain the normal gun fire mode.

Resuscitation Church is not a bullet factory. There are not many bullets temporarily stored in the church. Sherlock is not a believer, so it is impossible to give him all the inventory.

At most, I gave a part of it, and the rest was left to my family.

I shot out most of the bullets in the battle with the blood beasts just now, and if the rest wants to deal with this more ruthlessly, I am afraid that the two of them alone can't do it.

"She's faster than us. Even if we run out, it's useless. It's raining and it's a dirt road in the countryside, so we can't run all the way back to the Ranffindor farm."

Having said that, Donald was not ambiguous when he ran away, and there was a guy who looked like a "licker" behind him. It was impossible for anyone to stay and chat with him, right?

"As long as you persist for a while, there will be a turning point."

Sherlock took out the special magazine in the gun chamber first, replaced it with ordinary bullets, pointed the gun towards the sky above the woods, and fired a shot after running for a few minutes. This behavior should be in addition to marking the position for Fran Xiazzo. Report location to others.

"Any help? Wait... Sherlock, the guy in the back is gone."

On the way of running, Donald always had to look back. He always felt that he needed to guard against the sudden attack of monsters. In case of such a crisis, at least he could use his mental shock to overcome it, but now he could not see the pursuer.

The unknown danger is the most disturbing!

"Look ahead, run ahead of us, take a detour, avoid it."

"Where? Why didn't I see it?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, he turned around, but he didn't see any monsters ahead.

"Above, on the branch!"

He raised his head abruptly, and on a tree branch several meters above the ground, the monster's two front claws clawed at the tree trunk, its hind legs diverged from left to right to wrap around its stable figure, its head was facing where they were, and the outer skin was peeled off, which belonged to Fu. Lan Xiazuo's big eyes were on the face of a monster, which sent chills down his spine.

The turning of the two did not cause much trouble from the monsters. The woods nearby were very dense, and they were obviously huge, but they were as light as apes when they jumped between the trees.

Perhaps it thought that it had seized the opportunity, and after several consecutive jumps, it swooped down from the tree trunk, its two front claws spread horizontally, and its entire body was like a large net, falling straight to the position where Donald and Sherlock were advancing. superior.

The monster was approaching and landed directly on the side of the two of them. The two raised their pistols and pulled the trigger. The close-range shots hit many times, and the monster's torso burst into blood.

sizzle~

With the same roar as the blood beast, the monster made a short jump, and the front claws swung back towards Donald's chest, which directly caused him to volley and roll into the bushes beside him. It made him understand that the injury would never be light.

It may be that they had witnessed the battle between the two and the blood beast before. This time, the monster chose Sherlock as the target. After shooting Donald, he did not pursue it, but rushed towards Sherlock on the other side.

boom! boom!

Sherlock kept pulling the trigger, his footsteps kept retreating, his eyes just glanced at the place where Donald was knocked out.

"Is it not yet? It's too slow... It seems that we have to use a trick!"

He turned to holding a gun in one hand, and put his hand into his neck, making a gesture to dig something out.

Ga~

The monster also noticed Sherlock's movements, and approached one step faster. In the end, he didn't do any defense at all. He stomped his legs forward like a frog, and his right paw directly held Sherlock's calf!

"Oops!"

There was only one reaction in Sherlock's mind. It took time for his things to activate, but he was caught by the monster ahead of time.

Alone and helpless, dead end!

The body was lifted high, and then fell to the ground ruthlessly, the mud stuck behind him, and the shock caused his nose and mouth to begin to bleed.

hiss~

The monster's mouth made a sound like exhalation, but the right paw still didn't let go of his ankle, it dragged down, and the left paw was about to smash his head when it was raised.

"sorry......"

Gritting his teeth, at this last moment, Sherlock still had no intention of closing his eyes and waiting to die. He raised the gun he clenched tightly and shot at the monster's head. He knew that this might be the last time he pulled the trigger, even if he killed him. If there is no monster, its eyeballs will also be smashed, and there is another undead in the bushes next to it.

No matter what, one has to run out and collect the corpse afterwards!

boom!

One shot!

boom!

The second shot...

boom!

The third shot...

what happened?

The movement of the monster on his body seemed to be frozen, the raised claws did not fall, and he directly covered his head, shaking constantly.

click~

No more bullets!

"Shit, there are no bullets at this time!"

All the bullets were fired, and he reached into his pocket to get a new magazine, but the monster returned to normal at this time. Sherlock only saw it staring in the direction of his head and roaring, and then continued the action just now.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and white gunpowder smoke swayed between the woodlands. The monster's raised arm was directly smashed, and its claws landed on Sherlock's ear, with a charred color and a pungent smell of gunpowder.

Bang!

This shot directly hit the monster's left flank, and a large piece of flesh and blood fell, accompanied by a familiar squeaking sound.

The combined metal long barrel is pressed down, the end is warped, and the golden cartridge case with the same emblem engraved on the previous magazine is thrown out. It is obviously several times larger than the cartridge case that Sherlock and Donald dropped all the way.

After two consecutive bombardments, the monster failed to stabilize its body and was directly thrown to the side. Sherlock took the opportunity to climb out, turned around, and saw Donald lying not far behind. He was looking at this side. , with blood stains all over his face...

"Why did you come here!"

The sudden stagnation of the monster and Sherlock's continuous shooting finally bought enough time. Sherlock's roar didn't have much complaining emotion, he just wanted to vent his excitement of escaping from death.

"I'm very sorry, I'm getting old and the jungle has delayed my pace, but luckily I caught up."

A waterproof cloak with a sleeveless vest inside and a brown-yellow dome hat on his head. Old Hooper was holding a double-barreled shotgun with a black muzzle, full of murderous aura!

The beard and hair are gray, but the figure holding the gun has a powerful aura.

"Are you the monster?"

Old Hooper held the gun and filled it with special large-caliber bullets. The monster on the ground was screaming in pain, and another bullet slammed directly into its left chest, which had blown up a large piece of flesh.

"Is this the helper you're looking for?"

Donald wiped the blood from his face, he thought it was someone who revives the church.

Justin Hopper, a veteran hunter with 20 years of hunting experience, belongs to the town on the Ranfindor farm. The double-barreled shotgun in his hand is the classic model of the 10th anniversary of the Lovk Armory: Heavy Fire Type 3, even if it is nearly a ton The heavy bison can't eat a few bullets from the front!

The monster was shot twice from the front without being aware of it, one claw was broken, and a blood hole the size of a bowl was blasted out of the left chest. He wanted to counterattack, but Hobo was not afraid at all, he could not. There was only a double-barreled shotgun, and a silver revolver hung around his waist. The caliber was not small, and it was also loaded with bullets from the Resurrection Church. As long as it hit, it could cause huge damage.

Hopper suppressed the monster for two reasons:

The first is Hobo's rich experience. In his eyes, this monster is not much different from the bison he has hunted before. It is nothing more than an existence that can kill himself at close range. Against this kind of monster, he maintains very well. attack rhythm.

The second is that the monster had eaten a lot of special bullets from the two Donalds before. Although it did not kill him, his state had also dropped a lot. He was attacked again. It took a solid shot, which was very close to the heart.

Especially when Sherlock was restrained, the three shots, which were extremely close, all slammed into its head. If it was filled with gas before, it was even possible to end the battle directly.

"Remember the butterfly hairpin before? At that time, I guessed that it was released by Hobo. After all, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was the route he took me out, but there was no evidence until the two of us went to the resuscitation alone. Church of the church, I told my guess in front of him...Are you all right, still bleeding from your nose, just hit your nose?"

Sherlock was a little concerned about the blood on Donald's face. He remembered that the monster just slapped him on his chest, and the blood was in the wrong place.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while, you can continue."

Trying to stabilize his state, the mental shock he used to save Sherlock just now made Donald drain all his mental energy, and his mind was buzzing.

"Actually, he has long suspected that there is a problem in the farm, but as an old farm worker, he has received a lot of favors from the Bartleys over the years, and he doesn't want to make the relationship difficult. He came so late because he wanted to fetch his own. Gun, I gave him some bullets in advance, it was just a move, after all, we two have no problem dealing with blood beasts, who knows it will become a means of saving lives."

Sherlock reloaded the bullets. All the bullets bought with money in the Resurrection Church had been used up, so he simply replaced with ordinary bullets and rejoined the battlefield.

The life force of this monster is really tenacious. There are dozens of bullet holes all over the body, blood is all over the ground, and it can still move quickly in a small range, but this is just a futile struggle. The arrival of Hobo has actually pronounced its sentence. death penalty.

Ten minutes later, the monster was only twitching on the ground. Donald also slowed down at this time, and took a gun and fired a few shots to vent his anger.

He used ordinary bullets. He also had a special bullet in a clip in his pocket, which he kept secret. If Sherlock asked later, he would say it was over.

Anyway, the marksmanship is poor, so a few more shots will guarantee the hit rate.