At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sky turned purple-black, dark clouds lingered, the ground was blowing strongly, and Lake Mead was coated with a layer of blood.

Camp under the interstate highway ramp.

The flames carried a striking white smoke into the wind, like shrouds stretched in mid-air.

The unfortunate people were piled up all over the ground, shirts, shirts, and dresses were stained with blood, warm blood gushed from the holes in their clothes, and the soft sand was stained into pools of blood.

The screams and wails continued, and a disgusting smell filled the air.

Without warning, the butcher by the parking lot suddenly collapsed, and the death encirclement was torn open.

The nearby survivors grabbed the life-saving straw and lowered their bodies and ran towards the escape route.

Dead, all dead!

Kerry, the catcher of the baseball team, was panting heavily, he had only seen such bloody shooting scenes on TV and screen, and he laughed at the fleeing crowd more than once, naively thinking that he would kill the gunman beautifully and become the hero of all eyes!

In fact, the opposite is true, he was frightened at the first moment of the gunshot, his mind went blank, and the instinct to survive suppressed everything.

Like countless "cowards", he ran and hid in all directions.

What FBI, Lone Gunners, Heroes, Saviors are fake!

It's real to live!

He slid his feet and slid past the corpses of his familiar companions, but he didn't dare to look up at the place where the gunshots rang out.

The car keys were clutched in the palm of the hand and pierced the skin.

All the sounds and images were gone, and all that was left in sight was the white Volvo on the edge of the parking lot.

Get in the car and you can live!

"Bang!"

A "corpse" stood up abruptly halfway, he couldn't react, he hit it hard, his body trembled, his eyes turned white for a while, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

"Falk squid! Vazel, what are you doing here?! ”

A black man in a baseball shirt straightened his hat, lay on the edge of the overturned square table, rubbed his shoulders, and looked at the intersection with a wry head.

Kerry pushed the other party hard, his face turned red and spittle, and he frantically vented his inner fear,

"is not afraid of death? I don't care about you! ”

"Someone!" Zeval's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes bloodshot, and his lips twitched with excitement, "Someone killed the gunman." ”

"Daydreaming! If you don't escape, you'll die! ”

"Look! Look there! ”

Follow the direction of Zeval's finger.

A man was turned behind them, against the fleeing crowd.

Dean struggled to support the thug corpse in front of him, plus the equipment, at least two hundred pounds, even with the help of "Shadow", in just a few seconds, it took a lot of his physical strength, and pieces of sweat drilled out of his short black hair, sliding down his chin and soaking through the shirt on his chest.

Da Da Da –

Bullet casings were continuously thrown out of the shell throwing window, scattering green smoke at the feet of the armored man.

The man in armor picked up the AK and fired a dozen shots in one go, and with each bullet hit, the human shield in front of Dean shook like an electric shock, like a stiff mechanical dance in the purgatory of flesh.

Fifty meters.

The battle at the intersection was in an eerie and brief stalemate.

The attacker kept changing directions in circles at his feet, trying to shoot the man behind the corpse, but one of his legs was disabled, and he walked with a limp and moved slightly slowly.

And the defender is like a turtle with a shrunken head going around in circles, always making him unhappy.

But the distance between the two sides is shrinking rapidly.

Forty meters.

The man in armor suddenly turned the muzzle of his gun, and suddenly-

A girl who had snuck into the parking lot from the side fell to the ground without saying a word.

The basketball vest bloomed a blinding red, as cruel as a withered stamen.

Thirty meters.

Dean gasped violently, but his mind was more focused than ever, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He didn't have the time to be afraid, and a thought surged in his heart.

Ten meters away, send you to hell!

But things turned out more than he expected.

The armored man suddenly tucked his rifle under his arm and pulled out a round grenade from his waist.

Dean's pupils froze.

Wadefa.

Kaz –

A slight plucking sound.

The man threw a grenade, which made a beautiful arc in mid-air and landed precisely at the standing corpse of his companion.

Dean immediately pushed away the burden in front of him and pressed against the grenade, throwing himself to the side.

Bang!

The explosion was deafening.

Dust, gravel, and minced meat were everywhere.

A large crater was blown out of the ground by a grenade, and the body in black smoke flipped on its side with the force of the impact.

In the thick smoke and dust, a figure rushed out!

Dean charged straight at the man.

Holding a gun in his right hand and a knife in his left hand, his pale and cold face has a firm gaze, and his body is like electricity through the battlefield dozens of meters, like a martyr who is reverently running towards death.

Fight modern weapons with flesh and blood!

There was a silent sneer at the overall-covered steel helmet.

Da Da Da –

The muzzle of the black hole spewed deadly tongues of fire at him.

Two seconds.

The man poured out all the dozen or so rounds in the magazine, hitting the target, but immediately after, he fell into extreme shock.

He didn't see the expected scene of flesh and blood flying and his body shattered.

The bullets seemed to fly into the vast void and disappear.

The man in the gray t-shirt continued to charge at him unscathed.

“Jesus！”

This extremely strange scene stimulated the man's scalp to tingle, and his hand to change the magazine suddenly froze in mid-air.

He had fought hundreds of battles, large and small, including the American defeat that ended eight years earlier, but he had never seen anything like it.

Hallucinations?

Hallucinations before death?

Ten meters has arrived!

Electrifying and flint.

Dean threw his pistol at him like a sharp throwing knife.

The pistol made a turn in mid-air and flew in an arc.

Before the man could react, he was holding a rifle, defenseless right armpit.

The transparent finger pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Gunshots.

The man snorted, let go of the rifle in his arms, and fell to the ground in severe pain.

Immediately after, an invisible force pressed down on his body.

His face was cold.

Someone took off his helmet and held a cold pistol to the center of his forehead.

The last moment of life.

The man's misty eyes saw a face poured with sweat.

Young, youthful, exuding a strong sense of youth, should be talking about women at school, weeds...

But at the moment, the cold is terrifying, like a messenger from hell.

How is this possible?

"Die!"

Bang!

You killed a gunman with a Colt M1911A1.

Proficiency +10.

Shot Lv0 (22/100)

Emergencies –

Hunting (66/100)

……

Dean staggered to his feet with the AK in his hand, and looked at the gunman's face.

"Is that him?"

The face under the helmet is weather-beaten, with rough skin, a hooked nose, and a beard that has past the ears.

It's the same cripple you saw in the Silent Hunter gun shop!

"Three gunmen, the right number, but what reason is there to attack a group of innocent students? Just to take revenge on the United States? ”

But Dean didn't have much time to think, and his face showed a deep tiredness.

A minute of explosive action consumed a lot of his physical energy, and if it weren't for the talent of iron man, he would have been unable to support it by continuously converting the food he ate not long ago into physical strength and energy.

He was in a terrible mental state.

His temples were swollen and cracked, and his head was dizzy.

The "shadow" figure that had eaten more than a dozen 7.62mm bullets faded into a translucent gray, obviously withstanding too much impact in a short period of time, and would soon dissolve and return to the body in advance.

At that time, Dean will lose the biggest reliance of the "invisible killer"!

"It has to be done quickly!"

……

The third gunman by the lake kicked over a corpse, and his eyes locked on the alien in the battlefield, Dean who was standing straight eighty meters away.

He was stunned for a second, then trotted all the way with his AK, stepped over a young corpse and a barbecue set on its side, and fired at Dean with precision.

Da-da-da-da!

The rain of bullets passed by, drawing a row of bullet holes straight on the ground around Dean, and sand and dust splashed like fountains in pools.

Dean rolls behind the barbecue grill with a "human body armor" in his arms.

The chest rises and falls rapidly, and the body trembles uncontrollably because of tension.

Three seconds.

The sound of shooting stopped.

Dean held the AK in both hands, poked the barrel out of the defenses, and pulled the trigger.

Da Da Da –

A volley of bullets whizzed towards the gunner.

But the shooting lasted only a second before it came to an abrupt halt.

The recoil of the AK-47, which was far stronger than the Colt pistol, shook Dean's wrist and the rifle almost came out of his hand, and the bullets ran out at once.

His poor shooting skills are unmistakable... The wrist shook violently, and in the face of the nimble gunner, three out of five shots hit the air.

The two shots that hit were also eaten alive by the opponent's body armor.

Fako!

Dean threw away his battered AK and held Colt in both hands.

Take out the magazine and take a look.

There are 4 bullets left.

The mind is racing.

"Shadow" can eat a dozen rounds at most and will inevitably disappear, and now he rushes out recklessly, and when he rushes halfway, he will be swept into a sieve by AK.

can only wait, the gunner takes the initiative to approach the hunting range of the "shadow"!

"Don't come with grenades, don't come with grenades!"

Di'an prayed repeatedly!

As if God had heard his prayers, the third gunman did not notice the strange scene of Dean killing his companion earlier, and rushed to a distance of less than twenty meters from him with his gun in hand.

Zizi –

The "shadow" flickered a few times, like a TV screen about to go out.

Can't put it off!

Dean held his breath, a look of determination in his eyes.

Lose the gun.

Turn around.

Rushed out of the cover facility.

A transparent "shadow" rolled around Colt and floated in front of him, meeting the muzzle of AK's gun instead of him.

Da Da Da –

A shrill gunshot shook Dean's head.

Bullets passed through the air and slammed into front of him with powerful kinetic energy, an invisible barrier formed by the "shadow".

Suddenly, the bullet swarm stretched Shadow's gray body backwards to the extreme, infinitely close to Dean in the rear.

The most recent of these.

Less than ten centimeters from Dean's right eye, the wind was biting, the hair stood upside down, and his back was hot.

He could clearly smell the residual smell of gunpowder in the shells.

That's the smell of death!

Smack.

At the last moment, the bullet kinetic energy is exhausted.

The warhead landed.

"Shadow" also used up the last of his strength and turned into a mist and returned to Dean's body, unable to complete the final kill.

At this time, less than eight meters from the gunner!

Dean rolled on the ground, picked up Colt the moment he got up, held his hands together, knelt on his left knee, and pulled the trigger in an extremely standard kneeling position.

Bang!

The first bullet, Dean hit the magazine that was being reloaded.

Magazine tossed.

The man screamed and retracted his hand like an electric shock.

Bang bang bang!

Dean got up and approached, pulling the trigger continuously.

The remaining three bullets were all fired at the man's unprotected lower body, but the man quickly jumped to the side to avoid the vital point, only to explode a ball of blood on his thigh.

The interval is less than three meters.

Eyes intertwined.

Dean let out an angry roar, shook off his pistol, and pounced on the gunman with a menacing expression.

But a bright sword light bloomed in front of him, stopping his grappling.

The gunner's battle-hardened reflexes were instantly activated, and he pulled out a tactical dagger from between his clothes.

Holding it with his backhand, he swung it sideways quickly and fiercely, and the sharp blade could disembowel Dean with a single touch.

Dean paused and retreated, but he slowed down.

The sharp blade cut through his clothes and a thin layer of skin, pulling a shallow line of blood between his abs.

It was cold and tingling, making Dean shiver.

At the same time, he lost the opportunity to take the initiative to attack.

The man swung the dagger with his backhand, and stabbed it at his neck at a sharp angle, like a poisonous snake pounced on it.

Dean could only continue to retreat and dodge in embarrassment.

But the speed of the dagger was amazingly fast, and it followed like a shadow, and the cold light of the steel blade kept flickering, and the man stabbed and stabbed like a storm!

The knife went straight to Dean's neck, temples, and heart.

The air was poked and hissed.

Between life and death.

Dean is racing with adrenaline, his brain is congested, his face is red, and he forgets his pain.

The tip of his sword danced like a narrow escape from death's assassination, sweat soaking through the narrow spaces beneath his feet.

Just a few breaths.

He was cornered, and as soon as he reacted slowly, he was disemboweled.

And if you continue to hide, you will definitely die.

This terrible thought kept eating into his mind, and the sharp cold air hit again.

"Something must be done to stop his offensive!"

Under the pressure of death, Dean's brain seemed to uncrack a switch, and he glanced at the bloody wound on the man's leg made by Colt.

He jerked back to dodge the assassination, then his hip muscles tensed and exploded, and his right heel was kicked forward with lightning speed, hitting the man's thigh with a wound.

The external force is like a steel needle piercing into the flesh.

The man screamed, the action of swinging the tactical dagger was deformed by the severe pain, and he involuntarily bent down and reached out to touch the wound.

Opportunity!

Dean quickly reached out with his right hand and grabbed his wrist holding the knife, and at the same time pressed his shoulder down with his left hand, and twisted his hands behind the man with all his strength.

Click.

The arm is dislocated and the dagger falls to the ground.

But the pain made his comeback sluggish.

Dean nimbly dodged the man's backhand elbow to his waist, and the cat was behind the man.

Breathe deeply.

In a flash.

The lv1 combat skill is activated, and a large number of exquisite melee combat skills come to mind.

In just one second, behind the man, Dean made a dazzling set of hand movements-

The right hand strangled the man's neck from behind, leaving no stone unturned, so that the fist reached the shoulder of Dean's own left shoulder.

At the same time, the left elbow framed his right fist, while the back of the left palm burrowed into the back of the man's head.

At this point, Dean's hands, combined with the man's head and neck, form a closed, firm, deadly noose!

Ooh!

Dean tightened his hands and slowly exerted all his strength upwards with his neck.

It's like strangleholding!

Click-

The crunchy bones and the strong feeling of suffocation made the strong man in armor of one meter nine burst out with the strength of his dying struggle, and he lifted Dean's feet off the ground with his back and moved a few steps forward.

The hands in the black tactical gloves tugged at the hands that were locked in the throat.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from this noose of death!

Dean is starting to double up!

The legs are knotted into a second noose -

Go around your waist and place the back of your right foot behind your left belly.

And the instep of the left foot goes around the back of the man's left calf.

Because of the structure of the human body, the more a man struggles, the tighter he is strangled, like a prey entangled by a giant python.

Five seconds.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, he had trouble breathing, his face was flushed behind his helmet, and his strength was waning.

Seven seconds.

The struggle was completely gone, and the man turned into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground head-on, his face buried in the mud.

The sheep had an epileptic seizure, and his limbs twitched slowly.

Dean continued to pull up.

Strangle, strangle!

Beneath the skin of the hands, the slender muscles and blood vessels wriggle and erupt like earthworms under the soil!

Another thirty seconds passed.

Combat proficiency in the system no longer increases.

Dean no longer felt the slightest hint of resistance, and was sure that the other party was unconscious.

Let go, staggering to his feet, still slumped in a pool of blood by the unconscious enemy.

Dean wiped the hot sweat from his face,

With a fierce light in his eyes, he picked up the dagger and poked it horizontally, and the blade coldly pierced the man's neck.

Puff –

Bloodshot gushing.

A large expanse of bright red records flashed before Dean's eyes.

You use a tactical dagger to pierce the enemy's neck artery, inflicting fatal wounds.

Enemy dead.

Mastery +10,

Fighting Lv1 (65/200)

Emergencies – Hunting

100% completion.

You stand on the side of "justice" and complete the emergency.

Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.

……

"Whew... Suck ..."

"It's over!"

Dean clenched and released his fists, then let out a long exhale, standing beside the corpses of the thugs and looking around at the bloody, flesh-ridden, bullet-riddled sand, flames burning silently, and devastated sand.

Three gunmen were killed, and the riots ceased completely.

Those who survived cautiously poked their heads out from behind the obscuration and looked this way.

It's safe.

Dean unconsciously relaxed his body, and suddenly, the sequelae of mental and physical energy and adrenaline exhaustion exploded.

Tiredness, bone-chilling soreness, tingling pain in his abdomen, waves hitting him, his chest tightened, he couldn't breathe, and the picture before him was blurry.

The demeanor is relaxed and trance-like.

"I must leave, hide."

With cotton under his feet, he took a step and fell sharply to the side.

Footsteps, exclamations, sobs, howling...

"Dean, Dean!"

The end of consciousness,

He heard a call.