"It's loaded. You need to hold it so that when attacking, pull here. Without time to explain too much, Quark bluntly stated the usage of this strange guy.

Tang Ling learned quickly, but there was an indescribable sense of strangeness churning in his heart - if he pulled it like this, it would attack? What kind of attack can this guy who weighs less than five pounds have?

"Remember, use it with a tight wrist. It is not considered that the pre-civilization was very successful ... Pistol, but almost the most powerful pistol. Speaking of this, Quarkmo shook the strange thing and looked at Tang Ling: "You can call it the Desert Eagle, maybe with your physical fitness, you can complete a high-speed burst of fire, but the point is still to tighten your wrists, just like this." ”

This seemed to touch Quark something, and he couldn't help but babble a few words. By the way, he gave Tang Ling a correct posture.

Tang Ling pursed the corners of his mouth, and finally heard Quark mention the pre-civilization, it seemed that this abstract concept, through Quark's mouth, suddenly became vivid.

Pistols? Desert Eagle? Strange names, two concepts that can't understand words and can't be connected.

But this was obviously not the time to be curious, Tang Ming also rubbed the 'Desert Eagle' in his hand, and the cold metal touch brought him an indescribable feeling.

"How's it powering?" That's the crux of the matter.

"It can't be compared to a bomb. If the last danger is the guy I thought I was, the most I could do was to knock off the guy's scales. But if ordinary people are attacked by it, they will be beaten into a sieve. ”

"I mean, there's a bloody hole in front and a blur of flesh in the back." Quark gestured to his chest and back.

"Perhaps, people in this era will not be so miserable. Anyway, I haven't tried it either! But what is certain is that if you are hit in the vital point, you will die 100% immediately. ”

There is only so much to be told about the Desert Eagle, Quark.

But Tang Ling's temples beat irrepressibly a few times.

He had a terrible headache, as if something repressed was about to burst out of his shell, and then evoke something he had forgotten.

It's a strange feeling, with certainty and ethereal.

Fortunately, the feeling only lasted less than a second before it subsided.

Tang Ling's face was not abnormal, but there were turbulent waves in his heart, he didn't know what it was like? It also reminded him of his own blank memories before he was adopted.

It's strange - pre-civilization humans! Quark's sentence Maybe people in this era will not be miserable, echoed in Tang Ling's mind repeatedly, and he couldn't say why he cared so much about this sentence?!

Taking a deep breath and throwing away the distractions in his mind, Tang Ling told Quark the details of his actions again, and then jumped down the pipe softly.

The last desperate effort seems to be a little cruel.

The mother-in-law's hand grabbed the arm a little painfully, and the moment he rolled over, the mother-in-law grabbed him hard. Obviously, she wanted to stop Tang Ling from taking risks, but there was nothing she could do.

And my sister is unexpectedly well-behaved, and she hasn't said a word since she entered the tunnel, maybe she also realized that this is not the time to be coquettish and willful.

Thinking of these seemingly inconsequential thoughts, Tang Ling's heart rose with infinite courage.

Walking almost silently in the tunnel, stepping over one black horned snake after another that he had killed, Tang Ling didn't even tremble a finger.

He knew that Quark had followed, perhaps because he was overly nervous, and his heavy breathing was a little louder.

Fortunately, the footsteps of my mother-in-law and sister preceded the sound of breathing.

A smile appeared at the corner of Tang Ling's mouth, and in the calculation, the sensing range of the big snake was about to arrive.

I don't know if it's because of the precision instinct, Tang Ling's eyes and ears are unusually strong, after adapting to the environment, he can see in the dark, and he can also hear any subtle sounds.

Obviously, because of this, he had to complete the task of procrastination.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

One meter.

Habitual silent recitation allowed Tang Ling to make the final calculations.

It wasn't until he entered the dangerous range that Tang Ling stopped.

This is a planned thing, but it is also an unplanned 'mutation'.

Just because, at first sight of the so-called big snake, the cold, huge, suffocating sense of danger made him not act according to the plan at all, but subconsciously stopped with instinct.

Is this a black-horned purple snake?

The purple pattern occupies a large area of the snakeskin, forming a mysterious pattern with a cold metallic sheen.

The sharp corners, which should have been black, turned into vivid red and bent into a strange angle, like the thin knife that the mother-in-law dug out from the ruins of a previous civilization.

It's huge.

The width almost reached Tang Ling's shoulders, and even if it was entrenched, it could be seen that its length would not be less than twenty meters.

If these were just the fears brought by appearance, what made Tang Ling even more frightened was its eyes.

It's not a snake's gaze, the kind of cold, barely fluctuating gaze.

It's full of human emotions, sarcasm, disdain... For Tang Ling's appearance, it didn't seem to be frightened at all.

It felt like it was waiting for Tang Ling to throw himself into the net!

Tang Ling felt that the last 'pride' had been knocked out, the pride of wisdom of a weak human being, how could this fear not be unforgettable?!

"Run." Although he was almost suffocated, Tang Ling still shouted, but the tremor in his voice was difficult to hide.

Footsteps sounded, and it was Quark who took his mother-in-law and sister and began to sprint.

The undisguised sound of footsteps echoed in the empty tunnel, and every sound seemed to hit Tang Ling's heart.

He was always calm, and his fingertips began to feel cold.

But the big snake in front of him seemed to be lazy, but he raised his head slightly, swallowing snake letters, and seemed to think that the weak creature in front of him was very interesting.

But Tang Ling didn't feel that the danger would disappear, but the danger brought by the precision instinct was even stronger, like a hand grabbing his heart in an instant.

Almost subconsciously, Tang Ling raised the Desert Eagle in his hand, exerted force with his left leg, and with the power of the rebound, the whole person swung towards the rear.

At the same time, he pulled the Desert Eagle's nickname 'Trigger'.

A dull sound of 'Peng' echoed through the tunnel, it was very 'friendly' compared to explosives, but the concussion that followed made Tang Ling almost unable to stabilize his right hand holding the Desert Eagle.

Then, a sound similar to the collision of metal sounded, and the big snake that had been lazily looking at Tang Ling before had almost rushed to Tang Ling's eyes.

The huge snake's head swayed, and a dazzling spark flashed through the tunnel for a moment.

Error! For the first time, the precision instinct has such a huge error!

Whether it is the judgment of the sensing range of this big snake or the judgment of speed, it is outrageously wrong!

For the first time, Tang Ling lost his grip on the battle.

But there is no room for evasion.