Taking a deep breath, she completely relaxed her brain, acting only on muscle memory, aiming the muzzle of the gun at Thubin, and firing bullets one after another.

Thubin's fast-landing long knife was missed by a bullet, slashing through Ding Naiqing's eyebrows, and barely a centimeter could penetrate his entire skull.

Then another bullet struck Tübin's hand holding the knife, and it pierced through in one fell swoop, and Tübin threw away the long knife in pain.

Tu Ran still didn't stop shooting, the bullet hit Thubin in the eyebrow, in his eye, and in his knee.

Every shot is shot with precision.

But none of them could stop him.

He faced the shot of the bullets, not afraid at all, and slowly walked around the big bed and walked towards Tu Ran, with a bloodthirsty and weird smile on his face.

Tu Ran's hair stood on end, the bullets of the pistol were gone, she immediately used the machine gun as a substitute, and the bullets were shot into Tübin's body fatally.

"His" facial features have been beaten to shreds, like a smashed pomegranate, sticky and juiced, and the original appearance cannot be discerned at all.

But its actions are not restricted.

It doesn't rely on the human eye to see directions.

Its snake-like head was squeezed out of Thubim's mushy features, and its eyes were dense all over his entire skull, three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends.

Tu Ran's goosebumps shook the ground for a moment.

The woman on the bed was also frightened by its appearance, rolled her eyes, and fainted.

Because her body had curled up to the side of the bed just now, she was so dizzy that she fell under the bed.

And the knife that Ding Naiqing threw on the ground was lying there quietly.

Tu Ran seemed to pull her, but the first thing she was dealing with now was Tubin, and she was really powerless.

Ding Naiqing had already fallen to the ground, his legs and arms were full of wounds, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The woman fell on the blade of the knife and was already ironclad, and if she was lucky, she would leave her life, but if she was unlucky......

At this critical moment, an afterimage passed in front of Tu Ran's eyes.

The woman's fallen body was lifted up and gently laid flat on the bed.

Tu Ran was dumbfounded, staring at the person who had made all these unbelievable moves.

Thubyn!?

Tu Ran wondered if she was dazzled, why she could see pity and reluctance in the movements of this ugly and terrifying xenomorph.

For a moment, Tu Ran looked at the painting on the wall.

The girl held a red umbrella and was full of kindness to shield a scarred mechanical snake from the rain in the sky.

Almost at the same time as seeing the painting, Tu Ran pointed the muzzle of the gun at the sleeping woman.

"Don't move!"

Tubin's figure froze suddenly, and countless pairs of fine eyes stared at Tu Ran.

Tu Ran's scalp was numb, and she was now like she had fallen into a snake's nest, and her whole body was cold.

She tried her best to keep her hands from trembling, and at the same time buried her fears, ostensibly calm and confident to threaten Thubin.

"A bullet can't kill you, it doesn't mean you can't kill her, if you dare to move again, I'll shoot and let her go first." Tu Ran said coldly.

Thubine was instantly enraged, and his eyes glowed green, making his whole image even more terrifying.

"Hiss~~"

A subtle sound came out of its mouth, and Tu Ran could vaguely see the red letter churning.

It's going to ...... Squirting venom?

Tu Ran immediately took a step back, and at the same time pulled the trigger, and a bullet shot towards the woman.

The sudden shot caused Thubin to quickly retract the letter that he hadn't had time to spit out, and he looked down in horror at the woman with her eyes closed.