Actually, I'm very scared to go head-to-head with the fat man. I guess I've been planting a shadow in my heart since I was a child. I didn't win, and what was worse was that I was abused half to death every time.

This time, in the face of the fat man transformed into Black Manroe, it is equivalent to a double psychological shadow pressing on my heart, I have no idea of defeating at all, or even living, just to buy a little time for the fat man.

Perhaps frightened by my hoarse roar, the fat man on the other side actually showed a trace of horror on his face, and once again spit out the sound he had once made. "Pain". And it's a long tone.

I felt a little bit of confidence. Your sister will not only hurt you, but also blow you up.

My cyclops flashlight shot into its eyes, and in its right hand it held its pistol upside down, the steel handle slamming into the head.

'Whew' the handle of the gun is empty.

The blow I struck with all my might into the air, as if I were a phantom in front of me. But I didn't feel good, I used too much force, and my body instantly lost my balance and rolled in mid-air

Fell to the ground.

I fell on my side, and the rocks on the ground almost broke my bones and knocked my head to the stars. In the midst of Venus in my eyes, I saw the fat man's expressionless face, which was lowered

The head looked at me from above.

At this moment, my mind was still clear, and I didn't misunderstand that the owner of this face would extend a friendly hand to me. Then I won't wait for it to fall to the feet of the rock.

With a strange expression on this face that I couldn't understand, I raised my gun and stretched my right arm straight. I couldn't understand the fat man's strange behavior, he poked his head over

Yu was killed by the neck, but I would not let go of this opportunity, and the muzzle of the gun was fired less than a meter from his head.

"Bang"

With a gunshot, the fat head tilted upward. At such a close distance, the pistol can also show its power.

I jumped quickly. Although I felt that the ribs and sternum on one side of my body might be broken, the ** of survival and victory prevailed over the pain. In that fat head also

The moment I leaned up and back, the pistol in my hand shot again. Three bullets in a row, shot at his head, making the fat head keep leaning back at the same time. His footsteps are not

Break backwards.

The fat man's face was blank, and the muzzle of the gun was not bleeding, and even if I shot him several times at such close range, I could not see any expression on his face, and that strange expression did not appear again. Like this

In addition to not dying, things do not feel pain.

Returning the empty magazine and replacing it with a new one is done in one go, and I feel that at this moment, I am possessed by Jack.

I was face to face with the fat man, and the muzzle of my outstretched pistol was almost clubbed over his head. And this fat man seems to be blinded. The moment I changed the magazine, there was neither evasion nor counterattack. Of course, more

Maybe I'm changing magazines faster than it reacts.

After putting on a new magazine, I poured my bullets at the fat man who had become a black manroe.

Like a kowtow worm that looks backwards, the fat head leans back again and again in the gunshot, it should be that Black Manro is not quite used to this body, and at the same time as its head leans back, it's

Footsteps do not control the body balance well. The footsteps were chaotic and gradually retreating towards the flood dam.

I knew my chance to get rid of it had come. And most likely, there will be no such opportunity again.

I quickly pulled out a grenade, flicked off the safety, and when the pistol ran out of bullets, I raised my foot and kicked the fat man with all my strength. It's heavy, and it's definitely not something this body type can have

weight, but it was out of balance. My kick was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The fat man let out that 'pain' sound again and fell down the flooded dam.

I didn't use any force when I threw the grenade, and the grenade in my left hand fell down with Black Manro at the same speed as the fat man fell. I, on the other hand, ran forward without looking back. Front. The torches still beat

of light. It's the same as what I first saw.

A torch, and the figure facing me under the torch, and nothing else.

What about the fat man? My heart fluttered.

"Gangzi!" "Boom"

My shouts and the explosion of grenades rang out at the same time. But my purpose was accomplished, and the face of the person under the torch turned to my side with a face looking down. It's Tang Yumo.

The expression on her delicate face was nervous, a bit like a child who had done something wrong, and her gaze flashed on my face and quickly avoided it, and her face turned back again, keeping a downward stance. It seems that there is a lot of fun underneath

stuff.

The passage that came out of the water was so narrow that I could easily see both sides of the ground. That is, I have run over the stone wall separating the underground river, and I can do anything

Yi jumped onto the dam on the side. But I noticed that the deafening sound of water was getting farther and farther away from me as I ran desperately.

Did I run over the overflow dam? I couldn't help but shudder.

I knew that at the end of the flood dam was nothingness, and that my Cyclops flashlight would not reach the end, neither in the air nor below. The water on the flood dam falls like a waterfall to the bottom of the endless abyss

and made a deafening roar.

At present, this voice is becoming more and more obvious behind me, does it mean that I am isolated in the endless abyss that once shocked me. Could it really be the gate of eternal life ahead?

The cold, the cold from my body, mind and space, made my steps slow down involuntarily.

I shone the flashlight into the dark place around me, which was supposed to be the flood dam in my mind, but when the flashlight passed, I didn't see the water, let alone the flood dam. It's darkness, flashlight

Impenetrable darkness.

I knew my suspicions had been confirmed, and yes, I had run into nothingness.

I made up the environment and my own situation. The path, which exists with the stone wall separating the underground river, must have protruded beyond the flood dam, and I cannot tell how far it protruded

Finish. But the fat man who was transformed into Black Manro is likely to fall into the endless nothingness below, and if so, it seems that I have escaped the most dangerous enemy.

But the current question is where did Fat Man and Jack go?

Although my speed was not fast, the torch light and Tang Yumo's figure still quickly zoomed in. I can also see clearly that Tang Yumo is standing at the end of this road, and on the other side of her is the same dark nothingness as the surroundings. That is, she stands at the end of this road.

Tang Yumo had an old-looking wooden winch beside him, and on the other side of the winch, there were several torches. Obviously, Tang Yumo's regained the torch from there.

On the winch, a brand new rope hung down tightly, and this rope did not match the old winch. You don't have to ask me to know that this rope is not what this winch originally carried, and I

Know whose rope it is.

When Jack and Tang Yumo ran, they didn't bring anything but a flashlight, and if the clothes affected their escape speed, I think they would throw them away. At least Jack would. The fat man didn't give up

Throwing that straight knife, and because of this, it was troublesome for him to throw away the trapped rope that was diagonally on his shoulder, and he ran with almost everything on his back. So this rope can only be fat.

The person under the rope is almost ready to come out. (To be continued......)