Jim Hope, who was squatting in the grass and engrossed, was tapped on the shoulder, and hurriedly turned to aim the gun at the rear, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the comer, and inserted the gun back into the holster at his waist, "Dean, why are you here?" ”

"Neither the police nor the family found anyone, so I guessed you're here," Dean said casually, looking at Hope with great distress, this guy could mess around and ruin his plans, "I didn't warn you not to mess with the Hawkins lab!" ”

"It was because of your reminder that I found out that the lab had installed bugs in the police station to listen to the guys' movements." Hope looked into Dean's eyes, "I thought about it, they must be doing this because they are still doing shady things, kidnapping children from other places like they kidnapped Jane nine years ago. And my gut tells me that Jane is in the lab right now. ”

"So what, you're going to make a hole in the power grid and go in to find someone?" Dean pointed his finger through the bushes, pointed at the bright camera under the barbed wire, and sarcastically said, "Can't see that thing?" ”

"Surveillance is not omniscient." The sheriff spewed a faint smell of wine in his mouth, he should have drunk some wine not long ago,

"Even if you can sneak in and rescue Jane from the surveillance," Dean asked, "where did you put her?" ”

Hope shook his hand in the direction of the lab, "Leave the rest of the business, go home, don't worry about Paqui." ”

Dean shook his head, "We've been on the same boat since we found Terio together, and once you're caught in the lab, I can't escape the relationship, you have to tell me the plan!" ”

Hope looked Dean up and down at his young face, "Let's go to your parents honestly, it's not something you can get involved with." ”

"I can't have a big fist?"

Dean straightened his right hand and flicked it at the sheriff's face, who was stinging like a pinprick in his skin, and instinctively raised his forearm as a shield to block his face, thanks to the extensive professional martial arts training he received in his youth, he blocked the punch.

But that's about it.

In recent years, his unrestrained drinking and taking drugs damaged his body, and he couldn't react further, so he fell into the crotch and was kicked in the lower body by Dean.

Pain!

A muscular arm strangled Hope's neck, forcing him to kneel on the ground, his face rubbing against the rough trunk of the tree, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move even if he struggled desperately, his face quickly turned the color of pig liver because of suffocation, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and his vision became bright red and blurred.

Consciousness enters a dying state.

Hope hallucinated when he saw a little girl lying on a white hospital bed, as delicate and adorable as a doll, with nasal cannulas inserted, eyes closed, and a complexion as pale as paper, so transparent that it was about to disappear at any moment.

He excitedly reached out to grab the girl, but just as he was about to touch the other, it was all gone.

The cold murderous intent in Dean's eyes eased, and he let go of his hand.

Call... Suck...

Hope fell to the ground gasping for breath, sweat mixed with tears soaked his clothes like a river, and a silver saliva line dripped uncontrollably down his lips.

He relieved himself, realized that everything before was just an illusion of the past, and laughed at himself,

"If I were ten years younger, I'd give you some color."

"I'm just telling you a fact... Even I could easily kill you, let alone the people in the lab. Dean looked at Hope's embarrassed face, "Now, tell me the plan." ”

Hope sat down on the ground against the trunk of the tree and sighed, "I have an ancestral house on the outskirts of the town next door, and if I can get away with it, I'll put her in the ancestral house and take her and Tyree when the time comes." ”

"Is that place hidden?" Di An'an moved his head and asked,

"It is located in the center of the forest, uninhabited within a radius of dozens of miles, almost a no-man's land, and even if the entire town residents go out, they can't find it."

"Take me to see."

"Not right now, I'm going to go into the lab to find someone right away."

"Looking for someone? I think you're going to die! ”

"Don't you understand, a girl was snatched from her mother just after she was born, and Tyree lost her for nine years!" Hope's eyes widened, his beard trembling and spitting in Dean's face, "Have you ever had a daughter?" Have you ever experienced that feeling of watching her be taken away? Do you understand the pain and powerlessness? ”

"The opportunity to make amends is in front of me, and this time, I must save her."

Dean looked at the sheriff's reddened eyes and wiped the saliva from his face,

"You can live to this age, and you have to worship the god of luck, right? But today you are going, not to mention the god of luck, and God will not be able to protect you. Dean put his arm around his shoulders and forced him to walk out, "But I can guarantee that you'll see Jane safe and sound, and you'll see Jane and Tyreen reunited." ”

"But not today!"

……

The emotional sheriff is forced to take Dean to the ancestral home, a dusty one-story cabin that has not been inhabited in years.

The two took out mops and brooms to meticulously clean the house and prepare the occupants, and Dean also made a promise,

"I'll ask a few professional friends to help, and I'll wait three days at most, and we'll enter the lab together."

"Three days later." Hope said firmly, "Whether you go or not, I'll be in the lab." ”

When the time comes, it's weird that you can get in.

Dean said in his heart and nodded.

……

The next day, it was a rare cloudy day, the sky was cloudy, and the cold wind made people stand upside down.

Dean made sure that he had stabilized Hope, and after changing his shape, he rushed to the vicinity of the lumber yard and leaned on the thick branches of an elm tree to observe.

The atmosphere was oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

One car after another drove in from outside the forest, and one by one the soldiers got out of the car and joined the attacking team.

This continued until the evening.

There were more than a hundred people gathered in the lumberyard, most of whom had distinctive hairy features, soft wavy hair, low and broad faces, well-developed beards and body hair, and a few slender and delicate-looking women.

Both men and women do not see any signs of superpowers.

Yuri kept issuing orders to the crowd, the new arrivals updated their weapons and equipment, and the original soldiers quickly checked the cars and supplies.

Check-in.

Once again, the crowd stood in front of the lumberyard.

Yuri delivered a loud, passionate, and infectious speech in Russian.

Although Dean listened to the whole process, he clearly felt a tense atmosphere of pre-war mobilization, and he understood that the time had come.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he jumped off the tree and suspended in the grass 10 centimeters above the ground under the influence of the shadow, like a manta ray swimming on the submarine plain and drifting towards the parking lot.

He flew under an off-road vehicle, strained his hands and legs, clung to the clinging to the cling, and then turned into a statue and remained motionless.

It is worth mentioning that the chassis of this car is high enough from the ground, giving him plenty of room to play, while the chassis of ordinary cars is too low for people to hide in.

……

"Ulla! Davarich! ”

Yuri punched vigorously and ended his speech with the slogan of seeing death as home.

"Ulla! Ulla! Ulla! ”

The hundreds of people in the phalanx responded loudly, and the huge sound of the mountain and tsunami echoed in the woods, and Dean under the car was in a trance for a moment, as if he had seen a small military parade on Red Square.

Wait for him to come back to his senses.

The crowd had already rushed to the parking lot, and soon the two dozen vehicles were full, the military equipment in the warehouse was emptied, even the searchlights on the watchtower were removed, and the heavily guarded military base was once again transformed back into an abandoned lumber yard.

Yuri took the lead and drove the convoy in the direction of the Hawkins Laboratory in the southeast, the rolling wheels raising a cloud of dust, and the soldiers in the car had cold faces and firm eyes, like wolves rushing to the hunting grounds.

Dean, who was lying under the car like a gecko, survived the bumps and ups for half an hour.

At a fork in the road, the two cars left the main force and headed south for the main road, and the off-road vehicle that Dean climbed was one of them.

"What's the situation? Where is this taking me? This change caught Dean off guard, and in the blink of an eye he could only see the tail lights of the large army.

When it got dark, the buggy turned on its high beams and sped across the dark road.

Dean finally saw that this was the way to Hawkins, and suddenly looked into his car.

The driver in the front row was speaking Russian with a thick vodka accent, the soldier on the left in the back row was holding a gun, his knuckles were white, his lips with green stubble trembling slightly, and the veteran on the right handed him a small flask and patted him on the shoulder soothingly.

"Look at this posture, are they going to enter Hawkins Town and kill and absorb the fire for the lab's operations?"

But Paqui, Jonathan, Dustin... Relatives and acquaintances are in town.

A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes, and a gust of wind welled up in his arms.

Whoosh –

The silver shuttle streaked across the night sky, and the shadow of the past flew out of the bottom of the buggy with the board and out of the glass window of the driver's seat.

The shadow swooped into the window like a poisonous snake, and aimed at the driver's neck was a tear!

Tear pull –

The sharp edge cuts through the flesh like a hot knife cutting through butter.

An arc-shaped gap was instantly pulled out of the driver's neck, exposing the white trachea and broken arteries to the air, and the spurts of blood stained his chin, neck, and chest placket.

Cold, suffocating, and tingling to the bone, the driver instinctively slammed on the brakes.

Then in the harsh grinding sound of the road and the tires, he wailed and covered the wound, but he couldn't cover it.

The two soldiers in the back row shouted anxiously and took out the bandages and disinfectants in the medical kit to help him treat his wounds.

Not paying the slightest attention, a transparent shadow circled the back row and rolled up the lowered rifle by the couch.

Closing the safety, the swarthy muzzle of the gun was aimed at the defenseless back of the neck below the steel helmet and above the bulletproof vest.

Da-da-da.

Two slight gunshots rang out, and the bullet pierced the neck and shattered the side window glass with more than one momentum, opening a cobweb-like pattern.

The two soldiers fell silently, oozing blood pulling a hellish patch of graffiti on the car door and sliding down to soak the couch red.

In just five seconds, the battle ended before it could begin, and the sliding buggy finally stopped on the side of the road, leaving only a faint and painful gasp.

……

Dean let go and landed.

Telekinesis opened the front and rear doors and dragged out three muddy soldiers, and Dean broke their necks in succession as if he twisted the valve, relieving them of their pain.

The board is heated three times.

Three bright red hints appeared in front of me.

You killed Igor, Milan, Oleg, +15 proficiency,

Fighting LV3 (65→80/400)

The Sulian people are really experienced.

Dean amazed and dragged all the bodies to the back of the SUV, crouched down and stripped off one of the men's army green jacket and helmet to replace the camouflage uniform, and took out the test tube from the fantasy space to collect some of the blood.

Suddenly there was a car horn on the side of the road ahead.

He looked up.

The high beams shone a hard, dark silhouette, and another Ford SUV heading to Hawkins noticed something unusual in the rear and turned around.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters.

The car stops.

The three soldiers in the front car jumped out of the car on two sides, crouched behind the bulletproof doors of the two cars, set up their rifles, and shouted in Russian.

Dean picked up a newly captured AK, the butt of the gun was against his right shoulder, his right eye was aimed, and the shot of lv3 was launched, he instantly seemed to have used this gun for more than ten years, and the feeling of holding the gun was subtly improved, and the gun seemed to become an extension of his arm, shaking up and down slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.

The perception of more than 15 makes his eyesight outstanding, and he can even clearly see the beards on the faces of the three people opposite him under the lighting of the headlights.

A powerful shooting self-confidence arises spontaneously.

Da-da-da-da!

Lateral strafing from the muzzle.

A barrage of bullets hit the front of the off-road vehicle in front of it, bursting craters and popping the left headlight with a crackle.

The soldier on the left lay down with a muffled grunt, a bloody hole in his neck.

You killed Mirnov ... Proficiency +5.

With Dean's attack, the other party immediately launched a more violent counterattack!

Da-da-da-da!

The two soldiers on the left and right poured dozens of bullets like lightning, and with tacit cooperation, the cross-fire never stopped, almost pressing Dean behind the car into a shrunken turtle, not daring to show his head at all.

Dean tried to shoot several shots at the opposite side, but the bulletproof door was blocked.

He changed his mind and placed his gun in an awkward position with his hands flat in the gap between the chassis and the ground.

His hands are as steady as sculptures, and God's perspective repeatedly fine-tunes the muzzle angle to aim at a tactical boot under the right door.

Pull the trigger.

Bang bang!

A cloud of blood erupted from the bottom of the door, and the soldier clutched his boots in pain, but his body was unbalanced and fell out of the car, exposing his head and half of his face to Dean's vision.

The next second.

Bang!

A bullet tore his cheek apart, and the shredded flesh and bones pulled a line of blood to the ground.

"You killed Zaitsev, proficiency +5, shooting lv3 (195/400)."

Seeing that all his companions were killed, the last man crouching behind the car door on the right let out a bloody roar of anger.

An amazing scene appeared -

A flash of fire suddenly lit up in front of Dean's eyes.

He was amazed to see the soldier raise a crimson fireball out of thin air, as bright as a small sun, piercing through the night.

Fako! Superpowers?

His temples thumped with gratitude for the fatal crisis.

Dean instantly dropped the covering car and jumped to the right like an arrow from the string!

The next second-

A straight line of crimson swept through the night sky, hitting the car.

Bang.

A fireball detonates the entire car!

The ground slammed, and the blast wave of the explosion tore off a car door, sending it whirling down the road, and the fiery snake scrambled out of the window, scattering shards of burning steel and glass like fireworks flying in the sky!

There was even a surging heat wave rolling around, and Dean, who had escaped not far away, trembled under his feet, his body was unbalanced and fell forward, and he rolled close to the ground and got up!

The short hair on the back of the neck was slightly scorched, and the ghost armor that shrouded the body shrank inward with a shudder.

Dean had a gut feeling that if he was hit head-on by a fireball, the "Shadow of the Past" would immediately be severely injured and disbanded, and he would not be able to summon it for the next day.

Then get out of the way!

At this moment, a fireball appeared again in the hands of the soldier one hundred and fifty meters away on the opposite side, and it was thrown towards him!

Whew—

This time, Dean reacted quickly, and his agility of more than fifteen exploded with all his strength, and his whole person was like a ghost speeding in the night.

The fireball hit his previous position, and he was already twenty meters closer to the other party, completely out of the range of the explosion.

He began to snake in circles to dodge the attack, and at the same time he kept closing in on his target, the ghost's form as fast as it burst through the air.

Bang!

Bang!

Burning paths opened in the night sky, and flames exploded on the road.

Su Lianren threw several fireballs in a row, but he was too slow to react, and the fireballs released couldn't lock on to Dean at all, and he couldn't even touch the shadow.

The oppression of death made his breath burn, but in the face of the enemy's inhuman speed, he had no choice but to attack and attack in vain.

The distance between the two narrowed to eighty meters in the blink of an eye.

The board slipped into Dean's palm like an arrow, and was immediately thrown out by him.

Whoosh –

The silver arc flashed.

Su Lianren's neck was suddenly cut by a huge gap like a baby's mouth, he extinguished the flame in his palm, desperately covering the wound, but the rushing blood couldn't stop at all.

In the distance, Dean stopped sprinting and pulled the trigger at him from afar with an AK.

Da-da-da-da!

The recoil with the muzzle shook irregularly up and down.

In the narrow space in front of the door, the permeated gunpowder made a cloud of hot white smoke, and sparks and blood splatters surged.

The flame controller shakes like an electric shock with each gunshot, dancing to the rhythm of madness.

Poof.

A sigh of extreme reluctance.

The tattered doll-like body collapsed in a pool of blood, staring wide-eyed.

"You killed Bakiyev, the superpower, with +5 proficiency and shooting lv3 (195→200/400). Activated by the Supernatural Hunter, you drain 0.5 Will. Will: 15.2→15.7. ”

It wasn't until he received the death prompt, and after another half a minute, Dean stopped shooting and cautiously leaned over, after all, who knows if this guy will blow himself up before he dies and die with him.

"But the superpower of controlling the flames is actually a volitional attribute, shouldn't it be spirit?"

"This ability is very powerful, but if I can't hit it, it's useless."

The fight lasted less than two minutes, and Dean was still breathing steadily, not a drop of sweat on his forehead.

At the same time, a realization also rose in his heart, unless the superpower of a single ability is particularly powerful, it is no longer enough in front of him, and he can find a variety of flexible ways to solve the other party.

The advantages of all-round development are beginning to emerge.

But now is not the time to celebrate.

Resolved the firepower that threatened the town of Hawkins.

Another, even more exciting action awaits him.

Dean cleaned up the bodies and cars at the scene.

Get into the Ford SUV with the potholes in the car and turn around and drive to the Hawkins Lab.

(End of chapter)