After setting up the fire, amid the smoke, Valentin and his men approached cautiously with guns in hand. Unfortunately, except for a mess on the ground, there was no trace of Irving at all.
"Fake..."
One of his subordinates gave Shu a kick in displeasure, but the next second, with a "click" sound, an arrow suddenly appeared in his chest. The surge of pain occupied his body, and he opened his mouth but
No sound can be made.
Others around him looked at the companion in the middle in shock. He was obviously wearing a body armor, but the arrow still broke through the protection and penetrated deeply into his chest. The arrow had even been deformed because of the body armor.
The group of people turned around and focused their fire in the direction where the arrow came from, but they only saw Owen's back. After he shot the arrow, he didn't even look at the result, and turned around and ran away.
Everyone was willing to give up such an opportunity again, chasing and shooting at the same time, and the bullet hit the nearby tree trunk, making a "Puff" sound.
Valentin fired while cursing angrily. Owen slid sideways and rolled behind a tree, picked up an arrow, set up the bow, and loosened his hand on the bow. The arrow flew out, and nailed it with a "click" sound.
On the tree trunk next to Valentin's face.
The flight speed of the arrow is not as fast as the bullet, but it is just in the range that human eyes can see but have no time to react. Valentin watched helplessly as the arrow came from far and near, but when it was nailed to the tree trunk next to his face, the arrow
The tail is still buzzing.
It wasn't until he was sure that he was still alive that Valentin swallowed with fear. The arrow just now could have killed him if he had just tilted it a little more.
The luck of escaping from death turned into anger in the blink of an eye. Valentin wanted to tear Irving into pieces immediately, but Irving was like a ghost. Whenever he got into the woods, he was like a fish in water. He was so slippery that it made people feel uncomfortable.
Can't catch it.
Owen moves around in the woods, and the trees and branches will provide him with perfect cover. Each time he attacks, he will cause a burst of fire, then disappear, and then Owen will suddenly appear in another place, shooting the elusive shot again.
One arrow.
Ate~
An arrow hit the thigh of one of Valentin's men, causing him to cry out in agony. Irving disappeared without a trace in a burst of fire, and Valentin's men had already collapsed.
They were all mercenaries and were used to seeing life and death, but this was a face-to-face conflict, and being killed like this made them feel scared.
Valentin keenly felt the changes in the emotions of his men and had to stop.
"Everyone, come closer to me..."
One of his men died just now, and one of the four remaining men was injured.
The three people were on guard in all directions, and Valentin took the opportunity to break the arrow shaft and treat his wound, which again caused a burst of painful howls.
Naturally, Owen's actions in the distance were seen. Owen was wearing a ghillie suit and hiding in the dense forest. When the opponents gathered together, it would not be easy for him to defeat them one by one as before, but this did not mean that Owen would let them go.
reasons.
Look at Rachel's body on the grass in the distance. These guys all must die.
The remaining five people gathered together and guarded in all directions. Owen had no way to deal with them for a while, so he waited quietly in the distance. Patience is an essential quality for a hunter.
The three of them retreated to a big tree and rested with their backs against it. The tree perfectly covered their backs, and only two people were needed to cover the entire direction in front of them.
Owen didn't dare to get too close, so he could only observe from a distance to see if there was still a chance. The opponent was not a rookie, and his marksmanship was not bad, and the range of an assault rifle was not comparable to that of a bow and arrow.
The opponent is now on the defensive, and Owen has no good solution for a while, but the hatred in his heart is constantly building up.
Before, he took Rachel all the way to escape. Because he had to prioritize the safety of the hostages, Owen basically did not take any counterattack measures. But now that Rachel is dead, the only thing he has to do is to kill these guys and avenge Rachel.
Owen hid himself in the shadows, observing the guys in the distance, looking for any opportunities.
The big tree was very thick, providing them with enough protection. Owen's eyes followed the trunk, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Under a branch of the big tree, a swarm of bees were buzzing around their hive.
African bees, also known as African killer bees, are extremely aggressive and venomous, and are highly aggressive to humans and animals.
Owen took a deep breath, took out his bow and arrow and began to aim.
His target is the connection between the hive and the branches, which is the most vulnerable. As long as he shoots there, the huge hive will fall. The panicked killer bees will attack everything within their sight, and the first ones to bear the brunt are Valentin and the others.
Owen adjusted his breathing and calculated the trajectory of the arrow. Once the bow and arrow were released, his position would be revealed. He had to succeed in the first attempt.
Adjust, adjust, adjust again...
Suddenly, Owen's hand holding the bowstring suddenly loosened, and the arrow flew toward the sky above the big tree under the reaction force of the bowstring.
The next second, the arrow accurately hit the connection between the hive and the branch. Surprisingly, the place didn't look very strong, but the strength was far beyond his imagination.
An arrow failed to reach its target. The enemy had already noticed Owen's position. Some people raised their guns and shot at him, while others looked curiously at the top of their heads, wondering why Owen's arrow was so deflected.
Puff, puff~~
A bullet hit Owen near him. Owen acted as if he hadn't seen it. He calmly drew out the second arrow and cocked his bow.
The arrow shot out like lightning, and the second arrow hit the connection point accurately.
After being hit hard twice in succession, the hive began to shake. The alarmed killer bees flew out, looking for the murderer who destroyed their nest.
Immediately after the third arrow was shot, the honeycomb finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke with a "click". After a short free fall, it fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
As the hive fell to the ground, swarms of killer bees appeared, and the buzzing sound echoed through the woods.
The closest Valentin people were directly identified by the killer bees as the culprits of attacking their hives, and the overwhelming killer bees rushed towards them.
Owen opened his mouth in shock when he saw the scene in front of him. Although he had expected it, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.
Irving left quickly before the Killer Bee noticed him. Behind him, Valentin's people screamed and cursed in pain, and the sound was also mixed with gunshots. But shooting a bee with a gun, I'm afraid anyone with normal thinking can think of it.
result.
Irving ran several hundred meters before stopping. From a distance, he watched Valentin's group being attacked by killer bees. They beat, howled, and rolled on the ground, but it was all to no avail.
The best way to deal with this situation is to jump into the water, but unfortunately, there is no water source nearby, and the only river is thousands of meters away.
Owen looked at the tragic situation in the open space, the wailing became lower and lower, and the rolling guys eventually became motionless. After waiting for a while, the buzzing swarm left, and Owen dared to move forward.
…
I read the comments and some readers didn't understand why I wrote Rachel off. It's actually very simple. I just wanted to give Owen a reason to fight with Big Daddy and his gang. I always thought Rachel was just a small scene.
It doesn't matter if you die or not, but it seems that everyone doesn't think so. Maybe I am a habitual abuser.