"When we are traveling, this guy will definitely not be able to kill him with the two guns in our hands."

The power of a pistol is ultimately limited, especially when Sherlock uses up all the gas, he can only maintain the normal gunfire mode.

The Resuscitation Church is not a bullet manufacturing plant, and there are not many bullets temporarily stored in the church. Sherlock is not a believer, so it is impossible for him to give all the inventory.

At most, I gave some of them, and the rest was left to my own family.

When they were fighting with the blood beast just now, most of the bullets were fired out. If the rest wanted to solve the one in front of them, they might not be able to do it alone.

"She is faster than us, and it's useless even if we run out. On rainy days, there are dirt roads in the countryside, so we can't run all the way back to Raffindo Farm."

That being said, Donald was not vague when he ran away. He was following a guy who looked like a "lipper" behind him. No one could have stayed in place to chat with it, right?

"As long as you persist for a while, there will be a turning point."

Sherlock pulled out the special magazine in the gun chamber first, replaced it with an ordinary bullet, and pointed the muzzle at the sky above the forest, and fired a shot after running for a few minutes. In addition to indicating the location of Fran Shazzo, this behavior should also be reporting the location to others.

"Are there any helpers? Wait...Sherlock, the guy behind him is gone."

Donald always looked back while running. He always felt that he needed to beware of the monsters suddenly pounced on him. If such a crisis really occurred, he could at least use a mental impact to push him back. However, now he could not see the pursuer.

The unknown danger is the most worrying!

"Look forward, run ahead, take a detour, avoid it."

"Where? Why didn't I see it?"

I turned around after listening to Sherlock's words, but I didn't see any monster in front of me.

"Above, on the tree branch!"

He raised his head suddenly, and on the tree branch several meters above the ground, the monster's front paws were stomping on the trunk, and his hind legs spread left and right to stabilize his body. His head was facing their position and peeled off the human skin outside. The big eyes, which originally belonged to Fran Shazzo, grew on the face of a monster, making people's spine chill.

The two of them did not cause much trouble for the monsters. The nearby woods were very dense, and they were obviously huge in size, but they were as light as monkeys when they jumped among the woods.

Perhaps it thought it had seized the opportunity. After several consecutive jumps, it rushed down from the trunk, with its two front paws spreading horizontally, and its entire body was like a big net, falling straight towards the position where Donald and Sherlock were advancing.

When the monster was approaching, it landed directly beside the two of them. They raised their pistols and pulled the triggers repeatedly. They shot at close range and hit the monster's torso many times.

Gah ~

The roar was exactly the same as the blood beast, and the monster jumped shortly, waved his front paw backwards towards Donald's chest, which directly caused him to rush into the bushes on the air, not to die, but the scorching tingling pain in his chest and the feeling of being breathless made him realize that the injury was absolutely impossible.

Maybe it was because they had witnessed the battle between the two and the blood beast before. This time the monster chose Sherlock to target. After slapping Donald, they did not chase her, but instead rushed to Sherlock on the other side.

Bang! Bang!

Sherlock kept pulling the trigger, his feet retreating, and his eyes only glanced at the place where Donald was knocked away.

"Isn't it yet? It's too slow... It seems like you have to use a trick!"

He turned to holding a gun in one hand, put his hand into his neck, and made a gesture to pull out something.

Ga~

The monster also noticed Sherlock's movements, and the approaching speed was one step faster. In the end, it simply stopped making any defenses. It kicked its legs forward like a frog, and directly held Sherlock's calf directly!

"Oops!"

Sherlock had only one reaction in his mind. It took time to start his own thing, but he was caught by the monster in advance.

Isolated and helpless, dead!

His body was raised high and fell to the ground hard. The mud was stuck behind him, causing his mouth and nose to start bleeding.

Hiss ~

The monster made a sound like exhalation, but his right claw still did not release his ankle. He dragged it down, and raised his left claw and wanted to smash his head.

"I'm sorry..."

He gritted his teeth. At this last moment, Sherlock still had no idea of ​​closing his eyes and waiting for death. He raised the gun in his hand and shot at the monster's head. He knew that this might be the last time he pulled the trigger. Even if he couldn't kill the monster, he would have to smash its eyes. There was still a dead person in the bushes next to him.

I have to run out and collect the corpse afterwards!

Bang!

One shot!

Bang!

The second shot...

Bang!

The third shot...

What's going on?

The monster movement on his body seemed to be fixed. Not only did he not fall down, but he also covered his head and kept shaking.

Click ~

No bullets!

"Don't shit, there's no bullet at this time!"

All the bullets were all shot, and he reached into his pocket to get the new magazine, but the monster returned to normal at this time. Sherlock only saw it staring at the direction he was roaring in the direction he was heading, and then continued the movement just now.

Bang!

With a loud bang, white smoke blew up from the woods. The monster's raised arm was directly broken, and its claws fell to Sherlock's ears, with a charred color and a pungent smell of gunpowder.

Bang!

The shot hit the monster's left rib, and another large piece of flesh fell, accompanied by a familiar squeak.

The combined metal cylinder presses down, with the end raised back, and is thrown out from the golden shell with the same emblem carved on the previous magazine. It is obviously several times larger than the shells that Sherlock and Donald fell along the way.

After two consecutive bombardments, the monster failed to stabilize his body and was directly knocked over. Sherlock took the opportunity to crawl out. He turned around and saw Donald lying not far behind him. He was looking at this side, his face covered in blood stains...

"Why did you come!"

The monster's sudden stagnation and Sherlock's continuous shooting finally won enough time. Sherlock's roar did not have much complaints, but he wanted to vent his excitement of escaping death.

"I'm very sorry, I'm old and the jungle has delayed my pace, but fortunately I caught up."

The waterproof cloak is a sleeveless vest inside, wearing a brown-yellow dome hat on the top of his head, and the old Huobo held a double-bar hunting rifle in his hand, with a black muzzle, full of murderous aura!

The hair was gray and the figure holding the gun had a strong aura.

"You're that monster?"

Old Huobo held the gun and loaded a special bullet with a large caliber. The monster on the ground was crying in pain, and another bullet directly blasted into its left chest, which had exploded with a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Is this the help you are looking for?"

Donald wiped the blood from his face, thinking he was the one who revived the church.

Justin Hober, an old hunter with twenty years of hunting experience, is a figure in the town on the Raffindo Farm. The double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand is the classic model of the 10th anniversary of the Lovak Arsenal: Heavy Fire Type 3, even a nearly ton-weight bison, you can't eat a few bullets on the front!

The monster was first shot twice in front without notice. One claw broke and a blood hole as big as a bowl of mouth was blasted in the left chest. If he wanted to counterattack, Huo Bo was not afraid at all. He not only had a double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand, but also a silver revolver hung around his waist. It had a large caliber and was also filled with bullets brought by the Resurrection Church. As long as it hit, it could cause huge damage.

Hober suppressed the monster, and there are two reasons for this:

The first is Huober's rich experience. In his eyes, this monster is not much different from the bison he had hunted. It's nothing more than being able to kill his existence in one go. When facing this monster, he maintains a very good offensive rhythm.

The second is that the monster had already eaten many special bullets from Donald and his two people before. Although it was not fatal, its condition had declined a lot and was attacked again. He broke his hand first and took a shot with his left rib. It was a very close to the heart.

Especially the three guns when Sherlock was clamped were hit on its head at a very close range. If the gas was filled before, it would be possible to even end the battle directly.

"Do you still remember the butterfly hairpin before? I guessed that it was Hober who put it. After all, it was the route he took me out, but there was no evidence until we went to the church of the Resurrection Church alone. I told my guess in front of him... Are you okay, you are still bleeding from your nose, and you just hit your nose?"

Sherlock cared a little about the blood on Donald's face. He remembered that the monster was just slapped on his chest, and the bleeding was incorrect.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while, you continue."

Try to stabilize your state. The mental impact used to save Sherlock just now made Donald use all his mental power and his mind was buzzing.

"Actually, he had long suspected that there was something wrong with the farm. However, as an old worker on the farm, he has received a lot of favors from the Barthleys over the years and did not want to break up the relationship. He came so late because he wanted to get his gun. I gave him some bullets in advance. It was just a move. After all, we two have no problem dealing with the blood beast, and who knew it would be a way to save lives."

Sherlock reloaded the bullets, and the bullets he bought for money in the Resurrection Church have been used up, so he simply replaced them with ordinary bullets and rejoined the battlefield.

The monster's vitality is really tenacious. There are dozens of gun holes all over his body, and blood is flowing all over the ground. It can still move quickly in a small range, but this is just a futile struggle. Hober's arrival has actually sentenced it to death.

Ten minutes later, the monster was left with only twitching on the ground. Donald also slowed down at this time, and came up with a gun and fired a few shots to vent his anger.

He used ordinary bullets, and he also had a special bullet in his pocket, which he had hidden in private. If Sherlock asked afterwards, he would say he had finished the shooting.
Chapter completed!