"Running in the direction we came and went, this guy would never be able to kill with the two guns in our hands. ”

After all, there is a limit to the power of a pistol, especially if Sherlock has used up all the gas, and can only maintain the normal pattern of fire.

The Resuscitation Church is not a bullet factory, there are not many bullets in the temporary storage in the church, and Sherlock is not a believer, so it is impossible to give him all the stock.

At most, I will give some of it, and the rest will be left to my family.

When I was fighting with the blood beast just now, I shot out most of the bullets, and the rest wanted to solve the more ruthless problem in front of me, and I am afraid that the two of them alone would not be able to do it.

"She's faster than us, even if we run out, it's useless, it's raining, it's a dirt road in the countryside, we can't run all the way back to Lanffindor Farm. ”

That being said, Donald wasn't ambiguous when he ran away, and he was followed by a guy who looked like a "licker", so no one could stay where he was and talk to him, right?

"Just hold on a little longer, and there will be a turnaround. ”

Sherlock withdrew the special magazine from the chamber of the gun first, replaced it with normal bullets, pointed the muzzle of the gun over the forest, and fired a shot after a few minutes, in addition to marking the location of Fran Chazzo, it was supposed to be reporting the location to others.

"Is there a helper? Wait..... Sherlock, the guy in the back is gone. ”

Donald always had to look behind him during the run, he always felt the need to guard against the sudden pounce of the monster, in case such a crisis really occurred, at least he could use the mental shock to push it, but now he could not see the figure of the pursuer.

Unknown dangers, the most alarming!

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

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

Sherlock turned around, but he didn't see any monsters in front of him.

"Above, on the branches!"

Suddenly raised his head, on the branch of a tree a few meters above the ground, the monster grabbed the trunk with its two front paws, and its hind legs were split left and right to stabilize its body, and its head was facing where they were, peeling off the outer human skin.

The two of them didn't bother the monster much, the woods around here were very dense, obviously huge in size, jumping between the trees but as light as an ape.

Perhaps it thought it had seized its chance, and after several jumps in a row, it swooped down from the trunk, its two front paws spread horizontally, and its entire body fell straight to the position where Donald and Sherlock were heading forward.

The monster was on the verge of the head, and landed directly on the side of the two, and the two raised their pistols and pulled the trigger one after another, and the close-range shot hit many times, and the monster's torso bloomed with blood.

Hiss~

With the same roar as the blood beast, the monster made a short jump, and its front paws backhanded at Donald's chest, directly causing him to volley into the bushes on the side, which was not fatal, but the hot stinging pain in his chest and the breathless feeling made him understand that the injury was definitely not light.

It may have witnessed the battle between the two and the blood beast before, but this time the monster chose Sherlock as the target, and after slapping Donald away, it did not pursue, but pounced on Sherlock on the other side.

Bang!

Sherlock kept pulling the trigger, his footsteps backing away, his eyes glancing only at where Donald had been knocked off.

"Not yet? It's too slow..... Looks like we're going to have to use a trick!"

Turning to holding the gun in one hand, his hand reached into his neck, gesturing to pull something out.

Ga~

The monster also noticed Sherlock's movements, approaching a step faster, and in the end he simply stopped any defense, kicked forward with his legs like a frog, and held Sherlock's calf directly with his right paw!

"Oops!"

There was only one reaction in Sherlock's mind, it would take time for his things to kick in, and yet he was caught by the monster ahead of time.

Isolated, dead!

His body was lifted high and fell to the ground hard, the mud sticking to his back, and the concussion caused his mouth and nose to begin to bleed out.

Hiss~

The monster let out a breathless sound, but his right paw still didn't let go of his ankle, and dragged it down, and the left paw was raised to smash his head.

"I'm sorry......"

Gritting his teeth, at this last moment, Sherlock still did not close his eyes and wait for death, raised the gun in his hand, and shot at the monster's head, he knew that this could be the last time to pull the trigger, even if he couldn't kill the monster, he would break its eyeballs, and there was still one in the bushes next to him who was not dead.

I have to run one out, and I can collect the body afterwards!

Bang!

One shot!

Bang!

Second Shot ......

Bang!

Third Shot ......

What's going on?

The monster on the body seemed to be frozen, and the raised claws did not fall, not to mention, but also directly covered the head, shaking constantly.

Click~

No bullets!

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

With all the bullets gone, the hand reached into the pocket to get a new magazine, but the monster returned to normal at this point, and Sherlock only saw it staring in the direction of its head and roaring, and then continued its previous action.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, white smoke rose from the woodland, and the monster's raised arm was directly severed, and its claws landed on Sherlock's ear, with a burnt black color and a pungent smell of gunpowder.

Boom!

The shot hit the monster's left rib directly, and a large piece of flesh fell, accompanied by a familiar clatter.

The combined metal barrel was pressed down, the ends tilted back, and the golden cartridge casings with the same emblem engraved on the previous magazine were thrown out, which was obviously several times larger than the casings that Sherlock and Donald had fallen all the way down.

After two consecutive bombardments, the monster failed to stabilize its body and was directly knocked aside, Sherlock took the opportunity to crawl back, and when he turned around, he saw Donald who was lying not far behind him, he was looking at this side, his face was covered with blood......

"Why are you here?"

The sudden stagnation of the monster and Sherlock's continuous shooting finally bought enough time, and there was not much complaint in Sherlock's roar, just to vent the excitement of escaping death.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting older and the jungle is holding me back, but luckily I caught up. ”

Waterproof cloak, inside is a sleeveless waistcoat, wearing a certain brown and yellow yarmulke hat on the top of his head, old Hopper is holding a double-barreled shotgun, black muzzle, murderous!

The beard is gray, but the figure holding the gun has a fierce momentum.

"You're the monster?"

Old Hopper held the gun and loaded it with large-caliber special bullets, and the monster on the ground was screaming in pain, and another bullet slammed directly into its left chest, which had exploded a large area of flesh.

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

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

Justin Hopper, a veteran hunter with twenty years of hunting experience, belongs to the town of Ranffindor Farm, and the double-barreled shotgun in his hand is the classic model of the 10th anniversary of the Lovak Arsenal: Heavy Fire Type 3, even if it is a nearly tonnage buffalo, it can't eat a few bullets from its front!

The monster was first hit by two frontal shots without noticing, one claw was broken, and a bowl-sized blood hole was blasted out of the left chest, wanting to counterattack, but Huo Bo was not afraid at all, he not only had a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, but also a silver revolver hanging from his waist, the caliber was not small, and it was also loaded with bullets from the resuscitation church, as long as it hit, it could cause huge damage.

Hober suppressed the monsters, and there were two reasons for this:

The first is Hober's rich experience, in his eyes, this monster is not much different from the bison he has hunted, it is nothing more than the existence that can kill himself at close range, against this kind of monster, he maintains a very good offensive rhythm.

The second is that this monster has eaten a lot of special bullets from Donald and the two before, although it is not fatal, but its own state has also dropped a lot, and it was attacked again, and it broke a hand first, and the left rib also ate a shot solidly, which is very close to the heart.

In particular, the three shots when Sherlock was pinned down, at very close range, all hit its head, and if it was the previous situation where the gas was full, it was possible to even end the battle directly.

"Do you remember the butterfly hairpin before? At the time, I guessed that it was Hober who put it, after all, it was the route he took me out, but there was no evidence, until the two of us went to the church of the revival church alone, and I told my guess in front of him...... Are you alright, you're still bleeding from your nose, you just hit your nose?"

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

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

Try to stabilize your state, the mental shock used to save Sherlock just now has caused Donald to drain all his mental power, and his mind is buzzing.

"In fact, he has long suspected that there is a problem on the farm, but as an old worker on the farm, he has received a lot of favors from the Bartlets over the years, and he doesn't want to stiffen the relationship, he came so late because he was going to get his own gun, I gave him some bullets in advance, it was just a trick, after all, the two of us have no problem dealing with blood beasts, who knows that it has become a means of saving lives. ”

Sherlock reloads his bullets, and the Resurrection Church has run out of bullets, so he simply replaces them with regular bullets and rejoins the battlefield.

The vitality of this monster is really tenacious, with dozens of bullet holes all over its body, blood flowing all over the ground, and it can still move quickly in a small area, but this is only a futile struggle, and the arrival of Hober has actually pronounced its death sentence.

Ten minutes later, the monster was left to twitch on the ground, and Donald relented at this point, and came up with a gun and fired a few shots to vent his anger.

It was a normal bullet, and he also had a special bullet with a magazine in his pocket, which he had hidden, and if Sherlock asked afterwards, he would say that the fight was over.

Anyway, the marksmanship is poor, so shoot a few more shots to ensure the hit rate.