Tossing and turning between several streets, Shen Zechuan collected information related to the date location according to the letter while secretly observing every passerby who passed by in front of him or walked with him, but unfortunately, he did not find anything unusual from it, even the most clever stalkers and stalkers will show clues, but under Shen Zechuan's insight, there was no exposure, which gave him a headache, so he decided to finally take a look directly at the guy who secretly stuffed the date invitation under the door of Chang Feibai's bedroom last evening。

After another moment, Shen Zechuan had already come to the woods on the side of the playground according to the hint in the letter, not long ago, not far from here, it was he who personally held the camera in his hand to take a photo of Meng Kexin's mutilation, even the bloody picture after a while seemed to be right in front of him, shocking. However, all this does not seem to have a great impact on Shen Zechuan today, maybe because of his special physique, or maybe because he has already been relieved, he licked his somewhat chapped lips and continued to walk towards the depths of the woods.

The leaves gradually changed color under the catalysis of the autumn rain, and the green representing the vitality gradually turned dark red and golden, drifting between the morning and twilight of the cool autumn, and covering the entire forest in the alternation of black and white, although it is not as quiet and sad as the late autumn, but there is also the exotic style of stepping on it, the touch like a natural carpet with the sound of fluttering and breaking leaves is also quite a different mood of shuttling through the forest scenery in the rain, if it is not for the faint smell of blood on Zhou's body, he really can't help but indulge in this leisurely and quiet cool autumn rain scene......

But he was not the only one who interrupted his enjoyment of this petty bourgeoisie, and when he found the ash tree that implied a special engraved symbol, a gunshot interrupted all the beautiful illusions of whitewashed peace, and it woke up all the people in this beautiful scenery, all of which was only a part of this nightmare, how beautiful everything was in front of him, how cruel the reality was, like the broken leaves that had slammed at his feet before, and suddenly changed from a part of the beauty to a warning before asking for life, and the two did not show the slightest sign when they completed their transformation。

The sound of gunfire is not as clean as that of common standard weapons, and although gunpowder is used to exert a violent physical reaction in it, students who are often in the shooting range will be very skilled at distinguishing the difference between the two. Even Shen Zechuan, who had never been on the shooting range, could not hear the difference, but he couldn't tell it, but when he found that the muzzle of this gun was firmly locked on him within a distance of less than 100 meters, he had to slowly raise his hands......

It was a flintlock musket with a large muzzle caliber, two guns, exaggerated and exquisitely made, and could even be described as arrogant, they were held by a girl with a beautiful face and white skin at the same time, and a black suspender dress was hunting in the cold wind blowing through the woods, and the graceful figure was also highlighted at this moment very eye-catching. The gun and the girl are so perfect, and the beauty of the gothic style jumps in front of him, and Shen Zechuan can't help but feel moved in his heart.

But he apparently didn't know that this meant trouble was coming his way.

The girl's beauty can't hide her natural cold temperament at all, it's not just a matter of closing her mouth and pretending to be dumb, often people with this temperament are not a three-no product even if they are not talkative. Shen Zechuan was very sensitive to capture the strong murderous intent emanating from this girl, and he was sure that if he didn't say anything, he would probably be blasted into a sieve by this big beauty's pair of flintlock firearms.

However, when Shen Zechuan was about to open his mouth, the girl did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and a large piece of iron sand lead bullet burst out of the chamber under the impetus of a large cloud of sparks and smoke, Shen Zechuan didn't have time to react at all, he only subconsciously raised his hand to protect his face before being shot.

This is his instinctive move, and in the past few years, whenever he has been harassed and beaten by delinquent teenagers, he will always quickly raise his arms to cover his face with his head, and if the punches and kicks he suffers are far more than he can bear, he will curl up on the spot, use his elbows and knees to covertly block, and do not say a word. He didn't dare to run away, let alone howl, which would stimulate the entertainment of those abusers even more, he could only be like a sack stuffed with rotten meat, silently bearing the heavy blows of his fists to the flesh. However, after a long time, this actually allowed Shen Zechuan to exercise a very good blocking ability. However, instead of inflicting fewer scars on him, his increasingly skilled volleys led to more ferocious pursuits. Growing up in this environment, Shen Zechuan was panting like a dog, and his body became more and more sensitive to the threat of incoming attackers. Finally, after coming to the Seeking Dao Academy, this special sensitivity to danger came into play.

"Bang!"

The second shot followed Shen Zechuan's leg, and the trouser tube was torn into strips of rags by iron sand lead bullets at the same time as he was shot. Although the lethality of the flintlock fire was astonishing at close range, it did not leave the slightest blurred serious injury on Shen Zechuan's body, only the scorched black that had been burned by gunpowder. The sharp iron sand and large buckshot were only partially embedded in the flesh, like the tip of a pencil pierced into hard eraser, and it was difficult to get into it again.

According to common sense, the flintlock torch must be reloaded after firing before it can be fired a second time, and the cumbersome steps are absolutely prohibitive for students who are accustomed to modern standard weapons. Starting from cleaning the chamber, a certain amount of gunpowder is taken out of the horn filled with gunpowder, poured on a piece of paper, folded into a v, poured into the chamber, compacted, and loaded...... Once the refill step is complete, it should be at least half a minute after the last shot. If it is a real battle, it will definitely be lost if you rely on this pair of flintlock flints to fight without relying on other weapons as support and switching. However, the girl's eyes did not hesitate or panic after the two shots, only a moment of surprise, probably because her body, which was strong enough to exceed the species limit, completely ignored her killing combo. This is the girl's firm eyes that make Shen Zechuan feel a trace of ominous, although it is only a trace of it, but it is so sharp, like a sharp blade cutting through the flesh, and when he feels the heat after that touch, he also sees the string of red.

Keen insight and a strong premonition saved Shen Zechuan's life, and after being shot in the arm and leg in succession, he instinctively chose a more conservative approach, which was to dodge and roll into the bushes around him, waiting for an opportunity to launch a counterattack. Just as he had just plunged into the bushes, the gunfire rang out again, and it was a flintlock fire. The first thought that flashed through Shen Zechuan's mind was that he fortunately chose to avoid it, otherwise his head would inevitably be exploded by the third gun hidden in his hand.

However, Shen Zechuan soon dispelled this idea, and the person who dispelled his idea was the fair-skinned girl in a long black dress, who was like a hard-core heroine in an old-school gunfight action movie.

While hiding in the forest, Shen Zechuan scolded secretly: "Infinite ammunition, this is the rhythm of hanging......"

The girl's flintlock firearm did completely ignore the ammunition restriction as if it was open, and the rhythm of the trigger stroke determined the frequency of fire follow-up, for a while, Shen Zechuan was suppressed to death, and was shot several times in succession, although he did not hurt his muscles and bones because of his special physique, but the pain that hurt the flesh and skin was not very comfortable. After being shot a few more times, Shen Zechuan was a little annoyed, thinking: This little girl looks at the same age as me, and she is too ruthless, so indiscriminately killing the killer, is she a baga?

"Hey, beauty!!" Shen Zechuan gasped with his back against the thick tree trunk and shouted, "Aren't you going to ask me who I am before you do it later?"

The girl was not ambiguous when she heard Shen Zechuan say this, she raised her hand to shoot two shots when she lifted the flint fire gun, and shouted loudly: "The old lady doesn't care who you Tamar is, you are not the person we are looking for, the old lady killed you!"

When Shen Zechuan heard this, his chest couldn't help but stagnate, his qi and blood surged, and a killing intent came out of his heart, and he sneered: "Beauty, I really didn't care about you before, but now, don't just say kill me casually!"

When the girl heard Shen Zechuan say this, she couldn't help but smile coldly, and said contemptuously: "Why don't you talk nonsense with the old lady!!"

After the girl said this, she was about to take a step forward, but found that this step was very weak, it was a kind of weakness caused by an extreme lack of self-confidence, as if she had touched some kind of enchantment mechanism, she felt that her whole person immediately became cringe, and the figure in her heart who had been chased and killed for a long time was like a shadow in a nightmare, and suddenly gave herself a big "surprise" when she thought that everything was still under control. And now, she couldn't perceive the huge figure at all, as if it had suddenly disappeared.

She knew that it was Shen Zechuan who restrained his breath, like the turtle breath technique in martial arts novels in order to hide his body, but such a complete hibernation was really completely terrifying! With her memory, she slowly determined the tree where Shen Zechuan was hiding. However, it was her self-righteous judgment that shook her heart, she was sure of the result of the reasoning but did not dare to believe the facts, in case the judgment was wrong, with Shen Zechuan's anti-heaven ability and beast-like agility, she would definitely not have a chance to shoot a second shot.