"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two more shots were fired.

Mocha lay directly on the ground.

A bullet hit the floor, creating a hole in the floor.

Another bullet ripped through his abdomen and missed him.

"so close."

Blake was sweating profusely.

Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise the bullet that grazed his abdomen would have hit his heart.

"Let him hide again."

Moka's brows knitted together tightly.

"This guy is really lucky."

"There aren't many bullets left."

Moka stepped towards the back of the sofa.

Originally, he didn't want to walk around the house to prevent any accidents.

He didn't believe Blake was unprepared.

Soon he found that he had thought too much.

He walked to the wall, Blake fully exposed to his view.

Moka raised his gun again and pointed it at Blake.

"This time I will hit it!"

Mocha has absolute confidence.

However, the sound of footsteps as Mocha moved was clearly heard by Blake.

He judged Mocha's location based on the direction of the sound.

"He stopped, right by the door and against the wall."

A floor plan of the living room appeared in Blake's mind.

"Oops."

Blake understood immediately and quickly climbed behind the sofa.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two bullets were fired.

The target is exactly behind the sofa.

Although Black reacted quickly, he was still shot in the right leg.

He clutched his right leg and fell to the ground, trembling with intense pain.

"I have to say, Lady Luck seems to be by your side tonight."

Moka said.

"This voice is so familiar."

Blake heard a familiar scent this time.

"No, if Lady Luck is really by my side, can I still be shot?"

Blake responded.

He wanted to hear more of the attacker's voice to confirm his identity.

"But your luck is over."

Mocha stepped on the floor.

The wooden floor creaked.

Walking to the sofa, Blake still hugged his right leg.

"Go to hell."

Moka said.

"Yeah?"

Blake suddenly stood up and struck Mocha with his axe.

"Fake!"

Moka was taken aback and retreated hurriedly until he reached the wall at the door.

"You're not hurt?"

Seeing Blake standing upright, Moka asked in a deep voice.

"Of course I'm hurt."

Blake said coldly.

"It's just that my right leg is not injured. It was just an illusion."

"What did you say?"

Moka was furious.

If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would have been killed by an axe.

"Okay, now it's my turn to fight back."

Blake held an ax and walked towards Mocha.

"Um?"

Moka was a little surprised and pointed his gun at Blake.

"You are very brave, but also very stupid."

"You seem to have forgotten that I have a gun."

"Colt Revolver."

Blake smiled and said.

"Only six rounds can be loaded."

"And all six bullets were used just now, and you didn't reload them."

Blake said confidently.

"You want to scare me with a gun without bullets?"

"Go ahead and dream!"

The words just fell.

"Boom!"

The fire lit up and a bullet shot into Blake's heart instantly.

"You...this...is impossible!"

Blake's eyes widened and he fell to the ground.

"Excuse me."

Mocha took back the pistol and blew on the barrel.

"My revolver is not a six-ringer."

"This is a reinforced revolver that can hold seven bullets."

After Moka finished speaking, he walked out of the house.

Picked up the handbag from the bushes and walked into the woods.

From the first shot when Mocha broke in to the end of the seventh shot, the whole process took less than one minute.

There are employees' houses all around, and the revolver is very powerful and loud.

If he wakes up other people and exposes himself, he can only kill and silence them.

Fortunately, Mocha didn't see anyone after going out.

He left in a hurry.

Shortly after Mocha left, a figure climbed up from the grass.
To be continued...