Chapter 210

While he shouted, I rushed out from the pipe nearly two meters from the ground. When I threw him down, the knife in my hand also pierced his neck. The blood flowed out like a small red fountain along the wound. The guy took two breaths and broke his breath. Pulling out the knife, I thought, no wonder someone came all the way here to play a killing game. It turns out that if you do more killing activities, you can really feel a different pleasure, especially killing those who want to kill me, which is more enjoyable, and there is no need to have a trace of guilt.

In fact, this reason is also based on physiology, because people will automatically enter a "stress" state in dangerous situations, and the body will secrete a large amount of adrenaline. Adrenaline is a hormone and neurotransmitter. It enters the blood after being released from the adrenal gland, which can strengthen the contractility of myocardium, increase the excitability, accelerate the conduction and increase the cardiac output. In short, it makes people more responsive and physical. Thanks to this thing, our ancestors can survive the fight with wild animals.

But this thing has a fatal defect, that is, it will make the human body addicted. Therefore, whether those who like online games or football are related to adrenaline addiction. In other words, they like the feeling of stimulation. According to Lao Hei, their company's laboratory is studying oral and injection drugs in this regard, which can double the combat effectiveness of soldiers, but the specific effect is unknown.

I am now in this state of rapid secretion of adrenaline. My heart beats faster than usual. The wound on my body doesn't seem to hurt much. After a few deep breaths, I calmed down and seemed to enter a state of "forgetting things and I just want to kill". Holding the gun lightly, I hid behind a thick cement column supporting the pipeline. At this time, the radio on the dead Club thug behind me suddenly heard a voice, as if calling the dead man's name again and again. There are two clubhouse thugs in the other direction, shouting and running here with the radio.

Half kneeling behind a bunker, one shot and killed the first guy, and the other quickly hid behind the bunker and opened fire on me, causing the cement debris of the pillars around me to fly. He meant to hold me here until others arrived, and I would kill him before this happened so that I could run away.

Hiding behind the pillar, I carefully counted the rhythm of his shooting, three shots in a row... Two shots in a row... Three shots in a row... Two shots in a row. While he dodged and shot for the fifth time, I rushed out from the other side of the pillar and knelt down to aim at the enemy. Anyway, if I don't kill him now, I won't have any chance to live. Sure enough, he still fired three shots at one side of the column. I knelt on the ground and held my breath to reduce the impact of breathing on stability. After a bang, the guy fell to the ground with his head tilted.

After solving these two people, I was about to transfer. Suddenly, I noticed a flash in the corner of my eye. With such a flash to the right, I brushed a sharp arrow and stabbed it in my left arm. First, I felt the cold in the meat, followed by the heart piercing pain.

From the position of the arrow, the other party aimed at my heart, tried to kill with an arrow, but failed to do so. I shot two shots in the direction of the arrow with an assault rifle in one hand, but I missed nothing. AK had great afterwork, jumped more fiercely with one hand, and the bullets flew into the sky.

Just when I wanted to hide away and deal with the wound first, an arrow on the side came again. When it was nailed to the wall next to my head, from the perspective, this man moved very fast and should be an expert. I stared at his figure and shot again and again. If I shot with both hands, the possibility of hitting might be greater. But now, until I ran out of bullets, I didn't even kill the enemy.

After seeing that I was out of bullets, the hunter of the crossbow slowly came out of the hiding place and approached my hiding place bit by bit with the crossbow. While he approached, I sat on the ground, clenched my teeth, broke the arrow on my arm, pulled the arrow from the front and dragged the arrow out. The feeling of the cold arrow rubbing the wound made me want to die, but it also made me double want the guy in front of me to die.

After removing the arrow in the flesh, the penetrating wound on the arm began to bleed out of the mortar, flowing down the arm and dripping to the ground. I put my five fingers together, let the palm form a bowl shape, and took some of my own blood in the palm. He took off the bayonet on AK and bit it in his mouth. With a homemade knife in his hand, he slowly stood up with his back against the column and looked at it.

The guy was standing about 80 meters away from me. After seeing his position, I threw my heart behind the column and jumped at his position with the speed of 100 meters sprint.

When he saw me suddenly rush towards him, the man raised his hand and was about to buckle the buckle of the crossbow. I almost threw out my homemade knife at the speed of conditional reflection, and continued to accelerate the charge under my feet. The target of my shot was the position where his crossbow and arrow were shot. When the knife was released, his arrow also left the string. A straight-line three edged iron head arrow hit the rotating thick iron bar knife in the air, making a slight "Ding". The knife I threw out flew to one side and fell to the ground, while his crossbow slightly changed its angle, and the remaining potential continued to fly under my ribs.

Seeing that the first crossbow failed, the guy quickly changed for the second one, but how could I give him this chance. His eyes were red and he ran close to him. At this time, he had just put on the string. Before he came, he pressed the crossbow in his mouth into the arrow slot.

Seeing that I had rushed within five meters of him, the man threw the crossbow aside and bent down to touch the knife tied to the outside of his lower leg. When we got to the distance where we could hurt each other with a knife, the man was ready to fight with the knife in his hand.

I stared at him, and he stared at me with wide eyes. At this time, I suddenly used a little "little concealed weapon" I just had. To be exact, the blood flowing from the wound was collected into the curved palm along my arm. In terms of quantity, it was probably not enough for a drink, just like the amount of washing my chin with water in one hand after a man shaved in the morning.

Waving my hand, I threw the blood into his eyes. Because the distance was too close, the man stared at my hand with a knife, so there was sticky blood in his eyes immediately. He immediately stepped back and rubbed his eyes. The knife in his hand cut horizontally and vertically in front of him to prevent me from approaching.

A fool would give him this time. I immediately took a run-up and fought for the danger of being cut by him. A split arrow in Tan's leg kicked up. In modern martial arts, this move is called spin body side kick. It is a kick kicked with the help of the rotating force of the body in the air and its own weight. It is very powerful, but it means a little desperate. It is to kick the enemy like an arrow in the face.

Mr. Bai personally taught me this trick and strictly urged me to practice it many times until I could kick the hanging wine jar in the air, so it was easy to use. This guy was kicked directly by me when he was in the chest, and the knife was thrown far behind him.

Before he got up, I held the knife and pressed it like a hungry tiger. His face was full of blood I had just thrown up. With my eyes closed, I pushed my hand holding the knife flat behind my back, but my whole person pressed on him so that he couldn't move at all. At the same time, I pressed my hands down desperately to kill him. It's easier for his latissimus dorsi muscle to force when he lies on the ground, so he pushed my knife holder to push the knife away from himself.

I first slowed down, let go of my left hand, followed by my fist, and slammed it on the eye of my right hand holding the knife. The explosive force of the smash immediately made the knife tip sink more than two inches. He pushed it sideways, and the knife tip originally aimed at the throat pierced his collarbone.

Under the stimulation of pain, he tried his best to pull the knife out of his body, but I had half arched up and pressed the weight of most of my body on it. Because I know that this strength is his last struggle, because the pain will only make people's body soft. I just have to wait for his pain nerve to fully transmit the signal.

Sure enough, his hand gradually lost strength, and my knife stabbed deeper. He stared at me. He didn't know whether it was my blood or the burst of capillaries in his own eyes. In short, I felt his eyes red and staring at me. I sneered cruelly, turned the tip of the knife in my hand and scraped back and forth on his clavicle. Because the two people's bodies were close together, I could even feel the trembling of his body due to the great pain.

The way he looked at me turned from ferocious cruelty to painful begging for mercy. I whispered in a hoarse voice, "what's the matter, asshole? It's hard to be slaughtered as a beast? Cultivate some other hobbies in the next life. It's too late in this life. I'll give you a ride." then I tried my best to press the knife down and immediately cut off his subclavian artery, Another horizontal cut cut cut his throat, and the man finally broke his breath after a spasm of his limbs.

All covered in blood, I stood up from the dead body. I roared like a beast from the bottom of my heart. I was full of only one thought. Run? Why should I run, find them and kill them all.

Just when my eyes were red and I wanted to kill him, the radio on the man I had just killed rang. First it was a chase of Russian, and then it was changed to English: "attention, all customers in the hunting ground, please withdraw to the assembly site, and please follow the staff to the assembly site." after English, it was a chase of Japanese, which is estimated to say the same meaning.

Pick up the radio and fasten it on the collar with the clip on it. I want to find a rifle first. After all, killing people one by one with a knife is too slow. It's a little boring according to my current state. Unexpectedly, Andre's voice came from the phone: "monkey, be careful, they want to release poison gas". After a fierce gunshot came from the walkie talkie, there was no movement.

I was shocked by Andre's words, and my desire to kill like a flood of wine retreated. I wondered if I was going to be driven crazy. How could I forget my eyes and just want to kill? I couldn't help but sigh that the original man and beast were really just a thought difference.

I ran to the body of the club thug I killed just now, took off my clothes, wiped the blood on his face, put on their camouflage clothes and bulletproof vests, and stuffed all the magazines I could collect into the pocket of the tactical vest. He hurriedly ran to the meeting place agreed with Andre. When he came to several simulated residential buildings, he found that there was no one. There were several pieces of blood on the beach. On several walls, he could see the brain stained by bullets. I can't see that Andre's shooting is so good. The gun hit the head.

Following the gunshot, I met Andre again. When I saw him, I knew I was wrong. There was another man next to Andre. A closer look showed that it was Ivan. Both of them were shooting at the entrance with assault rifles, and several people were fighting back at the sandbag at the entrance. It turned out that Ivan killed those people just now. No wonder the shooting was so accurate.

Lying behind several sandbags full of soil, I shot several shots. I asked Ivan, "why did you come in?"

Ivan Baba said after killing an enemy with two spot shots: "When we heard the gunshot, a large number of people in the corridor ran away and knew something was wrong. Later, we heard that there was a gunfight in the arena. Finally, we knew that the two policemen had become the prey of real people. Sanmei guessed that it must be you and Andre. I paid the registration fee and mixed in. Thanks to the old man hypnotized by Sanmei, who brought a lot of cash, otherwise the registration fee would not be enough Enough. "

"Then why didn't you find me? Why did you get angry with people here?" I asked angrily. I was a little afraid that I was almost shot as a rabbit just now.

"After I came in, the team leader said that the prey would run away in groups, one left and one right. I think you Chinese pay attention to men's left and women's right. If you are such a man, you must go to the left. Who knows it's Andre, I took advantage of those people's pursuit of him, killed a few from the back, and then joined him and killed him back." Ivan's words made me laugh and cry. I thought you were such a broken theory. I said you just got a result. If you didn't get it right, it would be over.

"Who said there was poison gas?" I asked Andre.