1282 Non-Human

Peter Lee and his team had excellent abilities and tenacious willpower. They had all received basic military training. Nevertheless, they were not regular soldiers or special police. They had not practiced shooting together. If they had been well-trained soldiers or special police officers, they definitely would have fired alternately and changed the clips in turn, avoiding ineffective collective fire on a single spot.

In the chaos, they emptied the bullets in their magazines desperately into the darkness and collectively misfired. They were slow to reload and stayed in shooting positions despite running out of bullets. Some quickly put away their flashlights and hurriedly tried to put in a fresh magazine. It was utter chaos.

In addition to the indiscriminate shooting, their firepower was mainly concentrated on the Meredith Segar stone statue. This was because they subconsciously felt that this stone statue was strange and that there was hidden danger. The stone statue was hit repeatedly, especially the three snake heads. Even the poisonous teeth were destroyed.

Peter Lee screamed for them to reload faster. If he were an enemy, he certainly would not not let this rare period pass during which no one was firing.

His mind was moving quickly. Suddenly, a gray shadow suddenly smashed through the smoke. This time, amongst the five, two to three of them saw it clearly. It was a gray cat.

Gray might not be the true color of this cat. However, its body was covered with dust, just as they were also gray-faced. Regardless of whether they had black hair or blond hair, it was now simply gray.

Seeing that it was a cat, they were relieved. It was fine as long as it was not a human or an unknown supernatural thing.

There was nothing strange about seeing a cat. There were many wild cats in the Devil's Sea. They had seen a lot of them en route. But how had the cat entered the pyramid?

Perhaps it was from the gaps in the pyramid—the gap that allowed air to flow through the structure.

They heaved sighs of relief, only to immediately discover that the cat seemed to be in a bad mood. After rushing out of the smoke, it did not stop. Instead, it flew up to the nearest gunman's wrist and sank its claws in. It left a few bloody wounds.

"Ah!" The man was in so much pain that he couldn't hold the gun anymore. He dropped his gun.

This cat would attack people?

They immediately recalled the rumor of the "Tomb Cat Shadow." Archaeologists had opened the tomb of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh in 1990 and found a large gray cat in it, only to be madly attacked by it.

People with a little common sense might dismiss this as nothing but a folk legend. However, if they had not believed it previously, they did now. This was a mausoleum and there was a big gray cat. It had also attacked them… They had to believe the story.

This gray cat was also quite knowledgeable. It seemed to know what a pistol was and focused on attacking the person who was changing the magazine. Its claws were heavy and sturdy, and they could cut into any protection suit or tactical vest.

Peter Lee held a dagger in his hand and stared at the gray cat. When it attacked another person, he flicked his wrist and threw the dagger. It flew at the speed of light towards the cat.

His flying daggers had been observed before by Zhang Zian. He could accurately stab a crawling scorpion a few meters away. Although the gray cat was agile, it was a hundred times bigger than the scorpion, and it was within a close distance of three or four meters. It was possible to strike it even with an eye closed.

Seeing that this gray cat was about to be nailed to the ground by his dagger, at a critical moment, a rock came flying out of nowhere to intercept the dagger's path. It was successful. The dagger hit the ground and missed the cat.

With a clunking sound, the dagger changed directions. It did not stab the gray cat and instead almost accidentally injured his teammates.

Peter Lee was shocked. Were there other enemies hidden behind the smoke and in the dark?

This thing or person could use a small piece of loose gravel to intercept his deadly dagger. The strength, agility and speed displayed was simply incredible!

The most important thing was his eyesight.

The enemy couldn't have known the timing and angle of his shot. That was to say, after he threw the dagger, the enemy had to have judged the speed and angle of the dagger and accurately thrown the stone.

Peter Lee had practiced throwing his dagger for many years, and he was very proud of it. He'd tested it once with a speedometer. The dagger flew as fast as 150 kilometers per hour, which was equivalent to the pitching speed of a professional baseball pitcher.

This was not to say that his physical condition was comparable to that of a professional athlete. It was about the air that the dagger had to move through. With its smaller and more aerodynamic shape, it faced little wind resistance.

The upper limit of the speed that the human eye could detect was about 170 kilometers per hour. This was also only possible when there was enough light.

At this time, the dust was beginning to settle in the pyramid. Despite this, the lighting was still poor. Thus, it was absolutely impossible to see a dagger traveling at 150 km per hour with human vision and promptly intercept it.

In other words, whoever was hiding in the dark and throwing the stone...was not human.

For the first time, the others saw that Peter Lee's flying knife had failed to strike its prey. They were at a loss for words.

"Who is it? Show yourself! What kind of hero hides in the dark?" Peter lee yelled into the darkness. However, none of them, including himself, would like to see something, or anything, for that matter, rising from the dark…

In response to his screams, an avalanche of stones struck the group.

"Ah!"

"It hurts!"

The gravel that followed came like bullets from a machine gun, with the blasts coming out of nowhere. It forced the group to stand back-to-back against one another.

It may just be small gravel, but because of its speed, strength, and accuracy, each strike hurt as if it had been released from a slingshot. In addition, the gray cat was still sneaking around trying to attack, making them highly miserable. Bruises rapidly appeared on their skin, and soon, blood flowed.

They could only raise their hands to protect vital areas such as the head and neck. They had no way to fight back.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Peter Lee finally issued the order to retreat. They would go out first and wait for the dust to settle. Then they would bring in more powerful lighting equipment and firepower. He would also come up with a more effective battle plan. Regardless of who the enemy was, he vowed to annihilate them all at once.

In the Devil's Sea, the wireless radio was rather useless. This was especially true inside the pyramid, where there was no signal at all. There was no way he could call the Colonel and Consul in for reinforcement.

His team longed to leave. It was like a nightmare being inside the pyramid. With their hands covering their heads and faces, they lined up and ran out of the pyramid with their backs bent.

When they finally reached the blasted entrance, the glaring sun shone into their eyes. They immediately felt alive once more.

Yet before they even had time to regroup, the earth suddenly trembled.