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I've got something behind my back!

This awakening gave me the creeps. I didn't feel the slightest danger coming, I didn't hear the sound that made me anxious. It's not a sign of big bats, they make disturbing noises before they appear, and what appears behind me is more like an ET-like monster, silent.

My fear of this monster is even greater than that of the big bat, which has strong light-absorbing properties that make it impossible to accurately determine its location. However, the ultrasound it emits is too strong for humans to feel, and its appearance is not too hidden. Also, it's afraid of fire. This shortcoming is common to almost all animals, but if we identify it, we have a way to deal with it.

The ET-like blood-eyed monster is clearly not afraid of fire, as evidenced by its stealing of roasted bats from the campfire, and its protective colors and strange behavior make us more unguardable than large bats. In this way, the blood-eyed monster has little to offer to us, and there is nothing we can do to prevent its sudden attack on us.

I sat on the floor and baked my clothes, a gesture that made it impossible for me to react quickly, unlike Jack, who was obviously ready to pounce and jump over my head in an instant. It seemed that his childish action just now was to paralyze the other party and try to move his body.

But I'm still a little more puzzled by his actions. No matter what appeared behind me, it was not as effective for him to confuse the other person as it was to remind me directly, because both weapons were by my side, and if I had been reminded in time, I think that both AK47 and the bullet would have been more lethal than the stone he thrown.

But there's no time to complain. The moment Jack leaps over top of me, I throw away the clothes in my hand and fall backwards. In the process, I held my gun, turned around, and pressed the cyclops flashlight. I didn't even expect to do this series of moves in an instant, maybe it was the intense danger that sparked my potential.

The first thing that appeared in the flashlight was Jack's back. In his hand he held a double-edged stab, with a terrifying sharp serration on the back of the knife. It is very different from the bayonet of the AK47, and it is not the same as the dagger I carry with me, so it should be the equipment of the US military.

Jack was rushing forward, but his movements were strange, not in the most time-efficient and rapid straight line, but rather in a very erratic way, with his body swaying from side to side by a great margin. It gave me the impression that he had not fully recovered from the toxin paralysis of the bugs, or that he was hungry and exhausted, and that he had no roots under his feet.

Anyway, the way he's moving forward doesn't feel good to me.

I didn't rush forward with him. I have a ranged weapon in my hand, and rushing over to melee combat is the stupidest thing to do.

I quickly got up and took a half-crouching position, holding the Cyclops flashlight with my left hand and holding the barrel of the gun, the muzzle and flashlight pointing forward in a straight line. The metal butt was on my right shoulder, and I was ready to shoot at any moment.

The next moment, a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

The light of the one-eyed flashlight shone through the gap where Jack swayed from side to side, and shone on the monster that terrified me. Yes. I guessed correctly, not far in front of Jack lay a monster with blood-colored eyes.

No doubt. The stone Jack threw hit it, taking up nearly half of its face, and one of it was bleeding outward, green blood. The green blood was thick, running down its gray face, dripping slowly to the ground.

For the first time, the monster bared its teeth in front of me. Like an awl, without incisions, this is a pure carnivore.

I'm a little jealous of Jack, who made this monster feel dangerous, and this monster looked disdainful when he saw me.

The weird thing didn't rush at Jack and me. But it didn't sit still waiting for Jack to rush at it, and through Jack's dangling slit, I could see a bare but long tail that kept coming at Jack. Jack kept shaking his body, presumably dodging the tail.

I've seen this monster once, and there's no way I'm going to be scared into a cold sweat by it again. I'm anxious that Jack's wobbly figure makes it impossible for me to aim at the monster, and even a few seconds of his pause will be enough for me to kill the monster. But Jack's body shook without the slightest regularity, so I didn't have a chance to shoot. Shoot rashly, the most likely is to hit Jack first.

Keeping my flashlight and muzzle steady, I yelled in front of me, "Get down, Jack." ”

I thought Jack understood what I meant, but as if he hadn't heard, Jack shook his body and approached the strange thing. I could hear the long tail smacking on the ground, as if the tail wasn't going to feel pain.

I'm really going mad at Jack, is it necessary to fight this tail if he doesn't pull him to death or break his bones?

I didn't mean to curse Jack, but he was so unlucky that he was finally struck by the long tail. I saw Jack's body jump all at once, and I don't know if it was pulled off the ground or if Jack jumped up on his own.

Jack's body left the ground, and in my case there was a shooting gap, allowing me to face the blood-eyed monster in a fraction of the time. But before I could shoot, the strange thing moved, and in a split second I lost the angle of my shot.

I yelled angrily. This time I scolded the two of them.

I couldn't keep my composure. I can almost be sure that Jack was whipped up by the long tail, and as Jack lost control, the long tail rolled up on his waist and dragged Jack backwards.

The long tail was powerful, and I saw Jack fly like a cannonball towards the blood-eyed monster. At the same time, the strange thing suddenly stood up, faced Jack, and pounced with two swarthy claws.

If these two claws were to be hit in one swoop, I don't think he would be able to save his medical professor at Duke University. Of course, first of all, his master's degree in medicine from Duke University must be true.

I couldn't have watched Jack be dismembered, and I didn't expect them to give me the angle to shoot. I threw away the micro * rush, drew my dagger and screamed and rushed at the monster. I could rush straight at it, its tail wrapped around Jack, it didn't have a second tail to attack me.

Fortunately, my flashlight kept shining in front of me, and the moment I jumped, I saw Jack fall. It was as if the monster had been drawn to my voice and had given up on dismembering Jack.

But I soon realized that this was not the case, and the moment Jack landed, the strange thing jumped up and let out a very high-pitched cry for the first time. It's like the sound of a mouse, but it's many times louder, it's a squeaky sound.

It was clear that it was injured. (To be continued......)