636 is too slow
The voice quickly stopped, and the red-haired woman shook her body a few times, then stood up.
Inexplicably, she felt a cold gaze fall on her neck, she didn't have much clothes on her body, and it was already cold.
This feeling made her goosebumps even more.
"Rick?"
She snorted softly and turned her head slowly.
"Bang."
A hook fell hard behind her ear.
Before she could react, the red-haired woman fainted instantly.
The mastery of fighting skills allowed Ethan to grasp the strength just right, and this punch was enough to make her sleep for more than ten minutes.
The soft body was picked up by him.
Rushing down the hill with a man at a rapid pace, without any effort.
Back at the slaughterhouse, and running to the iron door to the basement, Blake heard the sound and quickly stood up, with a shotgun in her hand.
"It's me."
Ethan nodded and plunged headlong into the basement.
The two didn't talk much, Ethan quickly left again, and Blake stood quietly in the corner with his gun in his hand, not feeling any fear in his heart.
The video in the video recorder, these people, all have a part in doing that kind of thing to Liz.
None of them are innocent, and all of them deserve to go to hell.
The thought of revenge flooded her mind, and she could do anything for Liz's sake.
After a few more minutes, Ethan carried a man down, and also without saying a word, he went into the basement, and his steps were unusually resolute.
The third time, it was two people.
One on one side, running down with a clip.
Even if his body was strengthened, sweat broke out on his head at this time.
Carrying one or two hundred pounds of things up and down, ordinary people really can't do it, Ethan's breath became unstable, and he gasped.
"Take a break!"
Blake had never seen him like this, and wiped his forehead in distress.
"There's no time."
Ethan smiled and continued to run outside.
The other party is not stupid, it is easy to react, and in order to complete the plan in his heart, he must hurry up.
"Rick."
In the woods, shouts rang out.
Not frightened, but mixed with a bit of anger.
Ed looked at the empty tent, crossed his hands on his hips, and scolded: "You bastards, where have you gone, how old are you, and you are still doing this kind of trick, you are not naΓ―ve." β
"Leave them alone."
Alice walked up from behind him and threw the towel over her shoulders: "Maybe I'll have a private meeting somewhere again, and it was the same last time." β
She wiped her face and lay down in the tent:
"I'm going to have a leaf, do you want to come along?"
"I'll wait a minute."
The neighborhood was too quiet, and Ed felt a little wrong at this time: "I'll go find them, you give me the knife." β
"Boring."
Alice pulled out a sheathed dagger from under her backpack and threw it out, "You come back quickly." β
"Rick?"
Ed shouted again, but there was no answer.
He pulled the dagger out of its leather sheath and said nervously, "Something is wrong. β
"This time it's really wrong, even if a few of them ran to other places before, they wouldn't have heard any movement."
"Whatever you want."
Alice shook the women's pistol in her hand: "Seeing this, I don't understand what you have to be afraid of." β
"I don't have a big chest and no brain."
Ed complained secretly, and walked carefully to the side, the tip of the knife swaying around.
"Dah."
There was a slight movement next to him, which frightened him and quickly turned his head.
But there was nothing to be seen, the woods were silent, and even the insect chirping had disappeared, as if there were no living creatures.
He swallowed and turned around.
The pupils contracted rapidly, and a fist whistled.
"Bang."
The fist slammed into his chin, his face shook, and Ed's head flung to the side and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ed?"
This movement caught Alice's attention.
No matter how sluggish her reaction was, she could feel that something was wrong, the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, but it was solid.
"Huh."
She opened the tent with a small pistol and immediately noticed Ed who had fallen to the ground.
"What's wrong with you?"
Alice didn't forget to take the leaf in her mouth and ran over quickly.
"Wake up!"
She knelt next to Ed and slapped him in the face, "Fake, what are you doing here?" β
"He's just sleeping."
A dull voice rang out: "You will be the same." β
Alice quickly turned around in fright, and the gun in her hand flicked with her.
"It's too slow."
The voice continued to sound, and the next moment, the hand holding the pistol was clenched tightly.
Immediately afterward, a huge force came.
The arm was in severe pain, the pistol fell off, and Alice was punched hard when she wanted to scream, and her eyes went black, and she fainted in an instant.
I don't know how long it took for Alice to wake up.
As far as the eye could see, it was dim.
However, there were still some faint light sources, and although she panicked for a while, she still blinked her eyes quickly, and when she got used to the light here, she could barely see the current environment.
It was a small room, and I was lying on the floor.
Since she had just come up from the hot springs, she entered the tent wearing only a small pair of hot pants and a camisole.
I don't know how long it has been now, but I have chills all over my body.
"Help!"
She shouted, and her voice kept echoing, which seemed very penetrating, and she was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth.
There was no movement, and Alice checked her body again, and her hands and feet were not restrained except for the stinging pain on her face.
Just then, something came into his foot, and Gollum rolled.
She hurriedly grabbed it, and her face showed joy.
"Click!"
After a soft sound, a light came out of the room.
"Ahh Alice snorted again, startled by the graffiti on the wall.
But she reacted quickly, and with a flashlight she cowered and walked out of the room, which was like a basement with narrow roads leading in all directions.
There were small rooms everywhere and a foul stench emanating from the air.
All these signs made Alice's mind flash through countless clips of horror movies, and her feet trembled.
"Anyone?"
She whispered and shuddered as she walked forward.
"Squeak, squeak."
A large rat was caught by the light of a flashlight and squeaked and ran to the side.
Alice is usually most afraid of these things, and she is about to scream when she opens her mouth.
"Hmm!"
A large dark hand reached out from the small room behind her, and as soon as she pressed out her screams, she dragged the whole person into the room, and the light of the flashlight was extinguished.
Alice struggled desperately, kicking wildly with her hands and feet.
"Shh
A soft cry sounded, accompanied by a low angry scolding: "You crazy Bichi, do you want to kill us?" β
"Rick."
Only then did Alice realize that the person who pressed her was the old black pildriver in the small team.
After a muffled shout, she stopped struggling.
(End of chapter)