"Slow, slower, I can't keep up, why can't the magazine get stuck? Fark, Shet, what should I do?" Her voice was filled with despair.
"McDie, take a deep breath, you can do it, try to see if the magazine is reversed." Ston Butch tried hard to comfort her, and his palms were covered in sweat.
At this moment, Madison heard footsteps coming from outside. The footsteps were slow and heavy, and each step seemed to be stepping on her heart. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her breathing became rapid, and her body trembled even harder. Fortunately, Ston Butch's reminder was very timely, and she found that the magazine was indeed loaded in the opposite direction. After adjusting, she finally loaded the magazine in. When she heard the crisp "click" sound, a glimmer of hope surged in Madison's heart and said quickly: "Okay, now it's loaded in."
"Very good. Now turn on the safety, on the left, turn the switch to the front, then slide the holster back hard, aim at the direction he came to pull the trigger." Ston Butch said quickly.
Madison tried hard to calm down her emotions and operated as instructed. Her eyes were staring at the bedroom door, and her ears captured every movement outside. Sweat slid from her forehead and dripped onto the gun in her hand. Finally, when the killer came outside the door, she completed this series of operations.
The killer stood in front of the bedroom door and paused for a moment. He slowly raised his hand, held the door handle, and was about to push open the door. At this moment, Madison pulled the trigger under extreme tension.
"Bang bang bang..." The gunshot echoed in the narrow bedroom. Since there was no vision at all, Madison could not control the recoil of the gun. She pulled the trigger and swept the bullets over. The muzzle jumped violently, and she could not suppress the gun line at all. The bullet first passed through the middle of the door and then hit the ceiling.
The killer never expected that the woman inside would suddenly shoot. He was unprepared and a bullet penetrated the door panel and shot him in the chest. His body shook violently, and an incredible look appeared on his face. The silence pistol in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. He staggered back a few steps, and then slowly fell to the ground. Blood spread from his chest, forming a dark red pool of blood on the floor.
Madison stood in the closet blankly, with the gun in his hand still emitting blue smoke. Her mind was blank, and it took a while before she could react. She walked out of the closet carefully and looked at the killer on the ground. The fear in her heart was gradually replaced by a complex emotion.
"Ston, he...he was beaten to death by me." Madison said to his phone, his voice trembling with a hint of trembling.
"McDy, are you okay? That's great, just be fine." Ston Butch's voice was filled with joy and relief.
Madison sat slowly on the ground, and tears burst out again. This short ten minutes of experience seemed like a nightmare for her, and she, with the favor of fate, successfully escaped from this nightmare.
Madison sat on the ground, tears burst out from his eyes, and his body trembled uncontrollably. In just over ten minutes, it seemed like he had walked from the gate of hell, and the gun in his hand still had residual heat, which was a proof of the battle between life and death.
"McDie, listen to me, don't relax. The killer organization will not give up, and there may be danger. Find a safe place to hide first, and I will call the police immediately, and the police will arrive soon!" Ston Butch's voice came from his phone, with unquestionable calmness, but he could not hide his anxiety.
Madison took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. Just as he was about to get up, a subtle but extremely oppressive sound came from the stairs. Her heart suddenly tightened, and the sound was very familiar - it was the slow and heavy footsteps, exactly the same as the killer just now, but there seemed to be two people.
"Ston, another killer is coming, they are walking upstairs." Madison lowered his voice, almost speaking to his phone with a breath, fear grabbing her throat again.
"Don't panic, McGrady. Try to find a corner to hide and use the things in the house as a cover. I will always be with you and wait for the police to come." Ston Butch's voice was calm, like a glimmer of light in the dark.
Madison looked around. The bedroom was not big, the wardrobe was too conspicuous, the bed was clear, and the windows were not likely to escape. The only thing that was slightly hidden was the small space filled with debris in the corner of the room, and there was a heavy solid wood bookshelves beside it.
She hugged her waist and moved quickly, squatting behind the debris, holding the gun in her hands, staring at the bedroom door. Sweat fell down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor. She didn't even have the courage to wipe it, for fear of making a sound.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer and stopped at the bedroom door. Madison could hear her violent heartbeat, almost overwhelming everything. She bit her lips tightly, and the smell of blood spread out in her mouth to keep herself awake and calm.
"There is movement inside, the target should be alive. Be careful, this woman killed Quinn just now." A low and hoarse voice came, with a hint of caution and anger in her tone.
"Hmph, how capable can an ordinary woman be? It's just luck." Another voice was sharp and disdainful.
After the two whispered for a few words, the door handle began to slowly turn. Madison's heart was raised to his throat, his fingers tightened the trigger, and his breathing almost stopped.
Suddenly, the door was knocked open with a "bang" and a strong wind blew into the face. Madison subconsciously wanted to shoot, but he held it back. She knew that blind shooting would only reveal her position.
The two killers walked into the room, one left and one right, and their eyes swept vigilantly. The killer on the left was tall and burly, with a hideous scar on his face that extended from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his mouth. He held a short-barrel hunting rifle in his hand, and the gun was shining with a cold light; the one on the right was relatively thin, flexible, with a sharp look like an eagle, and the dagger in his hand was flashing cold light in the dim light.
"Where is the person?" said the thin killer softly, with a hint of doubt in his voice.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "It must be still in this room, look carefully." The Scarface Killer responded in a low voice, and the two began to slowly advance into the room, carefully taking every step, not letting go of any corner.
Madison hid behind the debris, and did not dare to show his energy. His eyes were staring at the two killers' every move. Her brain was running rapidly, thinking about countermeasures. Suddenly, she saw an empty glass wine bottle at her feet and her heart moved.
She gently picked up the bottle, tried not to make any noise, and then threw it hard towards the other end of the room. With a "slam", the bottle shattered on the wall in the distance.
When the two killers heard the sound, they immediately turned around and moved quickly towards the source of the sound. The scar-faced killer raised his hunting rifle and aimed vigilantly; the thin killer flashed his body, like an agile cheetah, quickly approaching.
Just as the two were about to get close to the broken wine bottle, Madison suddenly jumped out of his hiding place, and the gun in his hand continued to shoot. "Bang bang bang", bullets whistled out, breaking the tense silence in the room.
The thin killer reacted very quickly, and his body squatted down instantly, then rolled and hid behind the desk beside him. The scar-faced killer was not so lucky. His arm was rubbed by a bullet and a blood mark was drawn. He roared, picked up his hunting rifle and shot in the direction of Madison.
Madison quickly turned around and hid behind the debris. Flying shrapnel hit the debris around, and wood chips flew everywhere. She regretted that she was too impulsive and did not defeat the enemy with one blow, but instead exposed her position.
"Hmph, a woman who overestimates her abilities, today is your death." The Scarface Killer said viciously, and while he and the Skinny Killer began to slowly surround Madison's hiding place.
Madison knew that she was in danger and had to find a way to break the deadlock. She quickly glanced around and found that although the solid wood bookshelf next to her was heavy, if it could be pushed down, it might temporarily block the killer's attack.
She pushed the bookshelf hard, but the bookshelf did not move at all. At this time, the killer was getting closer and closer. She was anxious and used all her strength again. With a low shout, the bookshelf finally shook for a while, and then slowly fell towards the killer.
"Be careful!" the thin killer shouted, and the two of them quickly retreated. The huge bookshelf raked on the ground with a "boom", raising a piece of dust, temporarily blocking the killer's way.
Madison took the opportunity to run out from the other side and headed towards the bed. She knew that although the bed could not provide absolute safety, it could at least serve as a temporary cover.
Seeing this, the thin killer immediately jumped out from behind the desk and chased Madison. At the same time, the dagger in his hand threw towards Madison's back.
Madison felt the danger behind him and instinctively flashed sideways. The dagger rubbed her arm and left a blood mark. She didn't care about the pain and continued to run forward. After coming to the bed, she quickly hid behind the bed.
The Scarface Killer also bypassed the fallen bookshelf and slowly approached the bed with the Slim Killer. The two of them tried to form a siege against Madison, one on the left and one on the right.
"Come out, you have nowhere to escape." The thin killer said with a sneer, his voice full of confidence and joking.
Madison hid behind the bed, his heartbeat accelerated and his brain ran rapidly. She knew that she had to come up with a solution at this critical moment, otherwise there would be only a dead end. Suddenly, she saw the sheets on the bed and had another plan in her mind.
She quickly reached out and grabbed a corner of the sheet, pulled it hard, and the entire sheet was pulled down. At the same time, she stretched out the gun in her hand from one side of the bed and fired several shots in the direction of the thin killer, forcing him to avoid it for the time being.
Taking advantage of this short interval, Madison kneaded the sheets into a ball and threw them towards the other side of the room. The sheets spread out in the air, like a white ghost, attracting the attention of the two killers.
The two thought Madison was running towards the other side, so they immediately turned around and rushed towards the bed sheet. Madison took the opportunity to rush out from the other side of the bed and ran towards the door.
However, the thin killer reacted very quickly. He immediately realized that he had been trapped and turned around and chased towards Madison. At the door, he jumped up and threw Madison to the ground.
The two wrestled on the ground, and Madison struggled with all his might, trying to get rid of the control of the thin killer. The thin killer gradually gained the upper hand with his agility and rich fighting experience. He pressed Madison to the ground and grabbed her neck with both hands.
Madison's breathing became more and more difficult, and his eyes began to blur. Her hands were fumbled around the ground, trying to find something that could be used as a weapon. Suddenly, she touched a fragment of the headboard that fell to the ground.
She used her last bit of strength to stab the thin killer's arm with the fragments. The thin killer felt pain and let go of his hand a little. Madison took the opportunity to push him hard and pushed him to the ground.
She struggled to get up and picked up the gun on the ground. At this time, there were only a few bullets left in the gun. The Scarface Killer rushed over, and he picked up the hunting rifle and pointed it at Madison.
"Put down your weapon, or I will kill you!" Scarface Killer roared.
Madison stood there, his heart full of despair, but there was a sense of tenacity in her eyes. She knew that she could not give up easily.
At this critical moment, Madison suddenly saw a painting hanging on the wall. She had a plan and pretended to put down her gun to attract the attention of the Scarface Killer.
Seeing that Madison had signs of surrender, Scarfaced Killer relaxed his vigilance a little. At this moment, Madison suddenly threw the gun in his hand at Scarfaced Killer. Scarfaced Killer instinctively used a hunting rifle to block it. At this moment, Madison quickly jumped up, grabbed the painting on the wall, pulled it down hard, and then smashed it into Scarfaced Killer's face.
The frame hit the scarface killer's face heavily, and the glass shattered, scratching his face. He screamed, and the hunting rifle in his hand also fell to the ground.
Madison took the opportunity to rush over and pick up the shotgun. At this time, the thin killer also climbed up from the ground and rushed towards Madison. Madison pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a "bang", the shotgun exploded the thin killer's chest with a bloody hole at close range. The thin killer's body flew back, fell heavily to the ground, and died on the spot.
Seeing this, Scarface Killer was extremely frightened and turned around to escape. How could Madison give him a chance? She picked up the hunting rifle and shot the Scarface Killer twice in the back.
The Scarface Killer's body shook a few times, then slowly fell to the ground, and blood spread on the floor.
Madison stood there, gasping heavily, and the hunting rifle in his hand was still smoked. Her body was covered with wounds and her clothes were torn to pieces, but her eyes showed a kind of relief and pride that had survived the disaster.
At this time, a sirens came downstairs, getting closer and closer. Madison knew that the police had been called by Ston Butch, and the police finally came. She sat slowly on the ground, and tears burst out again. This time, it was the joy of surviving the disaster and the touch of her courage.
The door was knocked open by the police, and a group of police officers rushed in. The policeman in charge immediately came over when he saw Madison and asked with concern: "Are you okay? We rushed over when we received the call."
Chapter completed!