Just as I had just walked a few steps to talk and laugh with Trista, I suddenly felt an extremely violent aura and heard the roar of the engine at the same time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWho's going to drive around here? I quickly turned my head and saw a brown car turn into the "Lover's Forest" behind the windshield, and I saw an angry deformed face, as well as a muzzle shot out of the window with a black hole.

Without hesitation, I rolled behind a tree on the side of the road with Trista in my arms, and the sound of bullets hitting the trunk was heard along with the sound of gunshots.

"It's an M18 carbine!" I immediately judged that this is what we use most often at the shooting range. By this time, the car had already passed in front of the tree where we were hiding, and I looked into it, and the gunman was shooting while driving, and several frightened pedestrians were directly hit, and the car hit a person who ran to the side of the road and then crashed into the tree and stopped. A bear-like man got out of the car with an M18 loaded with a drum and walked back as he shot at the people who were lying down and running behind the trees at the sound of gunshots, each time a man was hit. Someone also took out a pistol and tried to resist, but was killed by a single shot, and there was no chance at all. The gunners are going to kill them all.

On either side of the road was a large lawn, with only a few sparse small trees, which could not be used as cover at all, and when he came back to this side, Tristaco and I would have nothing to hide. Now I regret why I didn't take my Blackstar pistol with me, I hurriedly lowered my head to find a stone, my accuracy and strength in throwing the stone were still very good. When he looked down, he saw Trista trembling, and Suoso pulled out a revolver from his small bag. I've snatched a gun, well, a point 38 short-barreled revolver. Oh my God, this gun is so powerful that I've never tried it on the range, and now I'm going to use it against the M18, and the gunner seems to be a master of using a gun. Well, it's a little more reliable to have a pistol than to fight the M18 with stones.

I opened the bullet wheel to see that it was filled with five bullets, then put the bullet wheel back into place, pressed down the hammer, and said to Trista, "Take off your shoes, as soon as I rush out, you can run in the direction of that bush, run as fast as you can, don't stop." Quick, take off your shoes! ”

Trista quickly kicked off his heels, and then I shouted "Run!" "Without looking back, I rushed in the direction of the gunner under the cover of a big tree - I really didn't have confidence in the power and accuracy of this gun, so I had to shoot as close to the gunner as possible, anyway, there would not be much difference between hitting a 5.56mm bullet at a distance of 20 meters and a 5.56mm bullet at a distance of 10 meters.

As soon as I ran past two trees, the gunman spotted me, and immediately the bullets flew over, but fortunately the 5.56mm bullets were not very penetrating to the trunk, and the trunk blocked the bullet. I paused as I ran behind the third tree, and sure enough, three bullets flew in front of me, and the gunner was very experienced, and the advance calculated at my speed was very accurate. I hurriedly rolled under the fourth tree, and out of the corner of my eye saw the gunman retreat to the other side of the road to lower the shade of the trees. I couldn't roll behind the fourth tree, which would have been easy for the other side to be blocked with bullets, and I had to sit behind the tree and wait to be killed. I rolled straight over the fourth tree, stopped rolling with my left foot, pulled the trigger with my right hand, and the bullet grazed the gunman's right shoulder. Although the gunman had put life and death on the line, his instinct for years of self-preservation made him deviate slightly, and the muzzle of the gun, which had already been fired in advance, moved back a little slower. I had a rough idea of the recoil of the gun, and I took the opportunity to jump up on my waist and stand upright, twisting my whole body to the right side to reduce the area of the gunner, and holding the gun with one hand in my right hand to pull the trigger, at this time I could clearly see that the muzzle of the M18 black hole in the left-handed gunman's hand was already pointing at me. As if I were watching in slow motion, I saw the bullet I fired hit the gunman in the left shoulder, sending him staggering, while the M4 spat out tongues of fire. I could feel the bullets flying past me, and my mind went blank, leaving me instinctively adjusting the muzzle of the gun and continuing to fire until the bullets ran out.

The gunfire stopped, the gunman fell, and I was still standing. I hurriedly stepped forward and stepped on the M18, and then saw that the gunman was already dead and could not die anymore, one shot in the neck, one shot near the collarbone, and the other two shots were shot in the face, and the face could not be seen, and if the person did not die, he would be the terminator. That's when I threw the gun and touched it, but fortunately, I wasn't hurt. I don't know how long it took, but there was a scream from Trista: "Oh God! You're hurt! ”

I looked back and Trasta moved over with her hands outstretched. I can't help but be very annoyed: if it was me and not the gunman who fell, would she still be alive? So I got angry, "Didn't I let you run? Why not run? ”

Trista was very aggrieved: "My legs are shaking, I can't run!" ”

"Oh my God! Woman! "I'm speechless. Looking at Trista's disgraced face, I had to comfort her, "Okay, it's safe." Don't come here, you're going to have nightmares. With that, I took off my shirt and put it over my beaten face.

"You're hurt!" Trista pounced.

I touched my butt with my hand, and the blood from my hand. "Fack, how can it hurt here."

I looked back hard, and the hips of my pants were exaggeratedly open, and the flesh inside was bled open. But I feel like it's just a flesh wound, and it shouldn't be worse than the one I got from fighting when I was a kid. I stopped Trista tearing my pants open, "Trista, I'm just flesh wounded, look at the others first, they're dying!" ”

At this time, a man with a head full of grass clippings also rubbed over: "Are you okay?" Want to help? ”

I yelled at him, "Call an ambulance!" Call the police! Come on! ”

Trista said that her mother was a nurse, and she had been in the hospital for a few years, and her medical literacy was still good. After seeing that my wound was indeed a flesh wound, he ran back to retrieve his bag, took out a bag of white stuff and stuffed it for me, and went to check on the other wounded. When I looked, it was a sanitary napkin. Alas, make do with it. I opened the sanitary napkin and pressed it against the wound to stop the bleeding, tilting my head to see a flying angel tattooed on the arm of the gunman's corpse. It's ironic.

Within a few minutes, the police appeared, presumably hearing a fierce gunman call the police. The attached hospital was just a short distance away, and an ambulance arrived a few minutes after the police arrived to treat the seriously injured first. Trista had taken off her stockings as a tourniquet and tied them to the injured person, and now she was back to me with her two beautiful white legs, kneeling down to comfort me. Oh my God, I'm an adult man, and my major is related to medicine, I've seen a lot of corpses, I've seen real deaths, I'm strong, I don't need a babysitter. If you really want to comfort me, just let me touch your smooth thighs.

Although I was slightly injured, the nurse still firmly refused to allow me to go to the hospital on my own, but waited for the seriously injured to be taken away, and then put me on a stretcher and carried me to the ambulance.