Fatty Sun and I ran towards Hao Wenming and the others, and that 'person' was right behind us. He (she or it) kept a distance of seven or eight meters.
Fatty Sun ran so fast that he stumbled. The moment he fell to the ground, I grabbed the collar of his clothes and lifted him up. It only took a second, but the 'person' behind him had already rushed over.
The tips of human fingers have touched my neck, and the sweat pores all over my body have stood up.
"Bang!" Fatty Sun turned around and fired a shot at the 'person'. After the bullet hit the armor, it bounced to the water less than one meter above my feet, creating a small splash.
"Don't shoot! Bullets can bounce back!" As I spoke, I had already pulled out my stick, turned around sharply, and whipped the 'person' on the head.
The stick hit his helmet very cost-effectively. Even if it was a stone, it would be broken into pieces at once. Unfortunately, this helmet was not a stone.
With a sound of "Dang!", the stick was blown away on the spot, and my right hand was shaking from the shock. There wasn't even a crack on the helmet. I couldn't fight, so I ran away!
When I tried to run away, it was already too late. The "person's" hand had already pinched my neck and lifted me up. The other hand was raised and pointed at my heart. It looked like he was going to thrust it straight into my chest and thrust the inside
The heart was dug out.
At the critical moment, Fatty Sun rushed over. He hugged the 'man's' arm, put his pistol into the gap between his helmet and armor, and fired the remaining bullets in the gun into the gun.
It was the bullets specially made by the polling bureau that worked, and a stream of yellow pus spurted out from the area where the 'person' was shot. Although the helmet was blocking the expression, the expression on the 'person''s face could not be seen clearly, but it could still be felt.
The gunshot wound caused him great pain.
He let go of my neck, knelt on the ground, covered the wound with both hands, and hoarse howls came from the helmet.
When I was holding the pistol and wanted to give him another shot, a deep voice came from behind me: "Don't move! Come here quickly!" I could hear clearly that it was Qiu Bulao who spoke.
When I turned around, I realized that Qiu Bulao, Hao Wenming and Po Jun had already run over. The long package carried on Director Qiu's back was gone, but there was a jet black black gold knife in his hand.
Just now when I shot the 'Xingxing', I alerted the three of them. I didn't bother to study the moon-holding jade coffin, and the three of them rushed towards the place where the gunshot was fired. Although it was half a beat late, it wasn't too late.
It's too late.
Even though they saw their relatives, the expressions on their faces were not right. All three of them had tense faces, especially Qiu Bulao. His hand holding the knife was too hard and his finger joints turned white.
"You guys come behind us." Hao Wenming said. It seems that there is really trouble. Director Hao actually forgot his catchphrase.
That 'person' was no longer lethal, why were the two directors so nervous? Although we couldn't figure it out, Fatty Sun and I still stood by Po Jun's side.
Fatty Sun whispered in Po Jun's ear: "Da Jun, don't be so nervous, right? This monster is almost gone."
"Almost?" Po Jun snorted, and then said: "You should take a closer look."
Sure enough, as Jiang Pojun said, when he looked at the 'person' kneeling on the ground, there had been changes. The wound on his neck was no longer leaking pus, and the 'person''s hand reached into the wound.
There was a stir inside. From my position, I could clearly see the white stubble vertebrae in his neck disappearing and appearing. After half a cigarette, he took out his hand, holding a handful inside.
bullets, turned his palm down, and threw a dozen bullets into the water.
Fatty Sun and I looked at each other and gasped at the same time. The bullets specially made by the polling bureau had no effect on him, which meant that it only caused him pain for a minute or so. What is the origin of this 'person'?
"Old Hao, do it!" Qiu Bulao shouted, but before Hao Wenming could wait, the others had already moved. Director Qiu held a big blade in his hand and slashed at the man diagonally. A spark flashed, and the man
A hole was cut in his armor. He stretched out his hand to grab Qiu Bulao. Director Qiu leaned back and made an iron bridge. He exerted all his strength and got through the man's crotch (he was three meters tall).
He is much taller, and the crotch height of his pants is nearly one and a half meters. Qiu Bulao is not tall, so he can walk directly with his head down)
"Don't move!" Hao Wenming said, drew out his swinging stick and rushed over. Director Hao's swinging stick was different from the one we used. After swinging it away, a tip of more than five inches long was revealed at the front.
This one is a swinging stick, it is clearly a long retractable dagger, and it is definitely a controlled prop.
That 'person''s attention was all on Qiu Bulao, and he was completely unprepared for someone else coming to kill him. The tip of Hao Wenming's knife penetrated the cut made by Qiu Bulao, and after it was inserted, he stirred inside and pulled it out.
Another spurt of pus spurted out. The 'person' screamed "Ouch!", no longer caring about Qiu Bulao, and reached out to grab Hao Wenming.
Later, Qiu Bulao saw the advantage and jumped up (he couldn't reach him without jumping) and stabbed him in the back again. The force of this sword was stronger, and a piece of the armor on the back of the 'man' was cut off.
He also took a piece of skin off with him.
Although Qiu Bulao took advantage of this attack, he immediately suffered a big loss. After the 'person' was injured, his speed became faster. As soon as Director Qiu's feet landed, the 'person' had already turned around and grabbed Qiu.
Fu Lao's shoulders pushed him to the ground, raised his right hand to Director Qiu's chest, and grabbed it fiercely.
It was over, my heart tightened. He wanted to deal with me like this just now. Fortunately, Fatty Sun saved my life. The force at this moment was so strong that Qiu Bulao could not save his life.
Unexpectedly, his hands only scratched Qiu Bulao's coat, but couldn't make any progress. The 'man' paused, and tried a few more times, but still couldn't scratch Qiu Bulao's inner clothes.
Hao Wenming took this opportunity and plunged the tip of the knife into the exposed flesh of the "person"'s back. Hao Wenming was really good at it. He pulled out the tip of the knife and stabbed four or five times in succession.
That 'man' was in pain, left Xiqiu Bu Lao, turned around at an incredible speed, slapped Hao Wenming on the chest, and sent Director Hao flying seven or eight meters. This is not over, that 'man'
He jumped up and grabbed Hao Wenming in the air, grabbing his hands with one hand and his feet with the other. It looked like he was going to tear Hao Wenming in half alive.
The three of us were so anxious that we almost simultaneously raised our guns and stabbed the flesh on his back. Qiu Bulao, who was lying on the ground, also suddenly stood up and stabbed the "man" in the crotch.
"Gah...!" The 'person''s cry was interrupted. He picked up Hao Wenming's leg and swung it towards Qiu Bulao. Director Qiu couldn't dodge and flew out more than ten meters away with Director Hao in his arms.
Either dead or injured, he lay motionless on the ground.
The 'person' couldn't bear the pain, stamped his feet and screamed repeatedly. Then he did an incredible thing and took off the armor he was wearing.
"What does he mean?" I said to Po Jun after changing the magazine. The color on Po Jun's face had changed: "Be careful! He is going to fight for his life!"
The 'man' suddenly threw the armor in his hand towards us, and at the same time rushed towards us at the speed of lightning. He rushed in front of us almost at the same time as the armor. The three of us dodged the armor, but did not escape.
However, his speed was such that he would die in his hands. Suddenly someone shouted: "Back up!"
At the same time, a red fireball hit the 'person'. In a blink of an eye, his whole body was covered by the flame ball. This fireball seemed to specifically restrain him. The 'person' was rolling back and forth in the water. Unexpectedly,
, instead of extinguishing the flame when it comes into contact with water, it has a tendency to burn more and more vigorously.
After about ten minutes, the 'man' finally lay motionless on the ground, and the flames burned for another ten minutes, until he was reduced to a handful of ashes and then gradually extinguished.
The one who fired the fireball was Hao Wenming. He also had a device in his hand that fired the fireball, a small metal tube.
Fatty Sun let out a long breath and didn't care about anything else. He sat down on the water and said, "Hao Tou, if you have a trump card, use it as soon as possible. Don't wait until the last minute. I'm afraid I can't stand such a big stimulation."
"If he didn't take off his armor, the fire wouldn't be able to burn her at all. It's not me who said, don't look away, come and help us," Hao Wenming said, half lying on the water.
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