In fact, I just paid special attention to the movements of the three black Americans who cut into Jock, and I was trying to find a way to fight them before they tried to mess with me.

Originally, these three black men were all behind me, and even if I sorted out the garbage, it was impossible for the other party to come to me so quickly after receiving things.

What's more, when I saw the black man out of my spare eye, he had nothing in his hands, unless he came straight out of the ranks and wanted to do something.

I haven't found a chance to do it yet, but the other party actually started in advance.

It was too late to react at the moment, but fortunately I saw the other person's movements.

Almost unconsciously, I grabbed the other person's arm with my left hand, and then poured it down towards the lava pool.

The black man reacted and steadied himself, and the other party was above me in height and weight.

The two of us froze weirdly in place, and we were forced to stand together.

The difference is that the other person is standing firmly, but I am leaning.

Some people around him had already reacted and began to exclaim, and the other party also reacted by continuing to exert force with both hands forward.

I lifted my feet and knelt on the ground, clutching the hands on the other side.

Although the other party has more strength than me, it is still a little difficult for me to lift or push the whole person.

Everyone around me stood aside and didn't dare to move, and I grabbed each other's arms and began to roll on the ground.

The other party obviously wanted to lift me up, but I grabbed the other party's hand as I rolled, and the other party was also pulled by me and half-knelt on the ground, and the group of death row prisoners at the intersection had already walked in.

The other man stood firm, and I was lifted with great difficulty.

When I thought about the end of it, and I was trying to find a way to continue resisting.

A feathered arrow landed at the black man's feet, and I was pushed back to the ground.

I was in pain as I landed on my back, and I curled up on the ground and snorted.

I saw a condemned prisoner running over in a few steps and knocking on the black man's back, and the black man also fell to the ground and curled up in almost the same movement as me.

As the pain decreased, I began to crawl in the opposite direction of the magma pool, thinking about what it was to stay away from the magma.

The boss's dog barked a few words, and the boss had already reloaded the crossbow. The boss who was holding the crossbow with the dog pulled the chain and said, "Ho? ”

No one spoke, and everyone lined up.

Thirteen condemned prisoners crowded into the exit of the passageway, holding their weapons high and began to demonstrate.

The scene was obviously incommunicative, and the boss shouted again: "Ho? ”

The dog also roared, and the momentum was indeed a little scary.

It seems that there must be at least one substitute ghost on the field, otherwise this matter will not end.

Both of the black man's companions pointed at me, and there was a dead silence.

The black man who had been hammered to the ground also pointed at me, and the three of them answered the boss of the death row prisoner at this moment.

My heart was cold, and all three of them said it was me at the moment?

Two death row inmates walked up to me, one of whom had just taken a baseball bat and told me to undress.

I wondered who had just been pushed to the ground first, didn't this group of people see it? At this moment, no one is willing to stand up and tell the truth. Wait a minute? I looked at the crowd to look for Jock, who didn't come out at the critical moment.

But at the moment Jock didn't see any of them, so I reluctantly got up and said, "Stop." ”

Where the two condemned prisoners obeyed my command, they had no intention of stopping.

Their boss seemed to say something, and the two of them set me up facing the magma pool.