Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 62 62. Destruction
the other side.

Not long after Dean left the cabin.

The eight nervous people in the house heard gunshots from the edge of the forest.

"They shot at Dean, and Dean is dead!" Lang held the trekking pole tightly with both hands, staring at the entrance of the gate, with cold sweat on his forehead,

"Shut up, don't curse my brother." Last rolled up his sleeves and pushed Lang with a displeased expression, "He never disappoints, and he will triumph in no time!"

"Quiet!" Gretchen hid by the window and looked out cautiously, her white lips trembling slightly, "Everyone, collect the beer cans that were drunk last night, and Rust put the alcohol stove and kerosene in the bag Take out the lights."

"Britney, Jenny, take out the cotton underwear and cut it into strips with a knife."

Gretchen turned her head, the panic on her face flashed away, but as soon as she turned around, she calmly continued to give orders in a loud voice,
"We have prepared a few mysterious gifts, those two bastards dare to break in, let them learn a lesson!"

"Pour the 'nourishment' into the beer cans, share one can for each person, and the girls will be responsible for installing the lead wires. It should be deeper to touch the material."

With this backbone, everyone acted quickly.

But two "special beverage cans" have just been manufactured.

boom!
There was a gunshot, sawdust flying, and the huge impact of the shotgun blasted the wooden door open, hitting the inner wall hard.

There were beams of moonlight shining through the bullet holes in the door.

Dusty room.

Gretchen gritted her teeth and raised the M1911A1 towards the gate to fight back.

Bang bang bang!
After the three shots, there was no movement outside the door. Instead, Baker, who was holding a beverage can, rushed to the door and yelled as if stimulated. He waved his hands, and the flames drew a beautiful parabola in midair, and landed on the open space outside the courtyard.

A fire ignited in the fallen leaves all over the ground, illuminating the night and a black shadow like a hill.

Baker, who was standing at the door, slowly raised his hands.

Manchester M1891 stretched out from the side and pointed to his chest. A thick arm pulled him to the front of him like a hostage and a shield like lightning.

"Children, you must shoot at people when you shoot. Also, good students can't just play with fire." Owen, dressed in winter clothes like an enlarged version of a wooden barrel, pointed his gun at the neck of the human shield in front of him, carefully Moving into the house, the warm and friendly smile on my face last night turned to a sneer and sarcasm,

The remaining seven people huddled nervously around Gretchen who raised his gun.

"Let go of Baker." Ruster yelled boldly, holding up the beverage can as if about to throw it,
"You haven't figured out the situation yet. I don't want your good friend's head to explode and put out the fire... Yes, the girl next to you, throw the gun over too. I'll count to three and move quickly, otherwise my friends will get angry."

Two other hunters holding shotguns walked into the wooden house and stood on both sides of Owen, AR15 and two shotguns in their hands, pointing at a group of young people carrying drink cans and trekking poles.

Three hunters and eight students faced each other in the narrow wooden house, and the young man trembled unconsciously.

The atmosphere is tense.

The fat man slowly spit out a word, narrowed his eyes and squeezed the trigger,

"three"

"two"

puff.

M1911a1 falls to the ground.

Gretchen raised her hand with a miserable face, she couldn't just ignore her companion's life.

"Good job girl, stand still now, we're just having fun and don't want to hurt anyone, I promise it's over and everyone goes home safe."

Owen stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, the desire in his eyes was undisguised,

The other two hunters came with mean and cruel smiles, stretching the hemp rope in their hands, especially Tom, who had been taciturn before, his eyes were like a beast sizing up its prey, and his big calloused hands deliberately touched the girl's The delicate skin on the back of the hand.

"Whoa, don't touch me!"

Ashley buried her face tightly in her boyfriend's shoulder.

But that cold big hand squeezed her soft chin abruptly, and turned this pretty face with pear blossoms towards him.

Tom's hoarse voice was full of strange tenderness and affection,

"You know, little sheep, every time I hear a woman cry, I think of my cheating ex-girlfriend. If you cry again, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you again."

Ashley trembled all over, her face paled and she stopped crying, her petite body froze in place, trembling.

"Don't touch her!"

Seeing his girlfriend being humiliated, Lang yelled, and then a fist the size of a sandbag made intimate contact with his stomach, making him curl up like a boiled prawn, his cheeks flushed with tears.

"Boy, before the hero saves the beauty, you should go to the gym to practice more."

Another man with a scar running across the bridge of his nose and half his face shook his head.

"Don't touch them, don't touch my friends!" Gretchen finally couldn't help it, she was shaking with anger, "You are committing a crime, when our companions find us missing tomorrow, they will definitely call the police, and you will all be arrested. No one can escape. Kidnapping and coercion is a serious crime, at least two to 30 years of imprisonment!"

"Good girl, your vigilance is good, but your level of lying is too low." Owen patted Gretchen's pretty face with his big black-haired hand, "I happen to live in Sacramento, and I've never heard of it. What Lewis High School is there, and what classmates do you have?"

A blush of shame flashed across Gretchen's face, and she was speechless.

"Dean?" Lust demanded. "Where did you get my friend?"

"The Asian guy? Don't worry, our brother is accompanying him in the butt surgery." The scarfaced man and Tom looked at each other, and they both laughed, "At most half an hour, he will be sent back happily. "

"Go to hell, pervert!"

"Well!"

"Okay, let's start picking the lucky ones."

Owen folded his arms around his chest, his eyes swept over the eight people as if picking prey, and finally stopped at Gretchen, who was tall, sexy and the most beautiful, and then glanced at Abby next to him.

"Although your face is a bit shabby, your lips are as sexy as an angel. Come on, both of you."

He smiled and stretched out two hands, one left and one right, and grabbed the pair of good sisters.

"Let go of Abby!"

Gretchen's cheeks were covered with frost and she struggled desperately, but unfortunately the force from that big hand like a steel pliers made her unable to resist.

And Abby was stunned, half pushed and half dragged out of the cabin as if she had lost her soul.

Owen turned around and smiled at his companion knowingly,
"I'm going fast, it's your turn soon."

"Take it easy, don't break it!"

……

The fat man led the two of them out for more than 20 meters, and walked to the group of ignited dry branches and leaves. The flame, which was originally the size of a fist, had grown to the size of half a person with the wind.

Toasty and warm.

"Okay, which one of you will come first?" The muzzle of the AR15 gestured between the two girls, and he couldn't wait to change out the faded denim overalls, revealing the black "knit pants".

Gretchen turned her head and glanced at her companion next to her.

Abby froze in the cold wind, staring at the dark mountain forest in a daze, the pimples and acne on her face were full of confusion and despair.

"Look at how pitiful she is, she's terrified, why don't you set a demonstration first, so that uncle can love her well?"

Owen chuckled and pointed his gun at Abby,

"Or, should I give her a ride?"

Gretchen showed a look of grief and indignation... She took a step closer to the man,
"Good girl, be obedient and be gentle, or your companions in the house will lose arms and legs!" Owen opened his hands and raised his head with an expression of enjoyment in advance.

Gretchen sighed helplessly as if resigned to fate, walked half a meter in front of him, and made a posture of kneeling and squatting, but she noticed the relaxed expression of the bearded man.

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in her light blue eyes, and she lifted her right foot swiftly, hitting the vital part of her beard with her slack leg.

"Oh--"

The ecstatic wailing echoed, the man's soybean-like eyes bulged out because of the severe pain, and he bent down instinctively to touch the wound.

Gretchen immediately stretched out her bound hands towards the AR15 hanging on his shoulder, and dropped the pistol to the ground.

The man reluctantly folded his black hands together, grabbed Gretchen's neck like a chicken, and leaned forward to pin her to the ground.

Puff puff puff The sound of fists and feet piercing the flesh sounded.

In just a few seconds, the two wrestled like hungry animals. During the fight, AR15 was accidentally kicked to the feet of Abby next to him.
Gretchen turned her head to look at her good sister, and shouted hoarsely,
"Abby, pick up the gun!"

"Pick up the gun!"

Ai trembled as if waking up from a dream.

He glanced at the rifle under his feet, and then at the good sister whose pretty face was flushed and distorted by the fat man's neck.

If you can't resist, you will die!

will die!
The cold night wind poured devil-like words into his mind.

A tsunami-like fear flashed across Abby's eyes, and her survival instinct overwhelmed everything. She screamed and left her good sister and fled towards the dark forest.

"Haha." The bearded man who had regained his strength slapped Gretchen to the ground.

A bloody palm print instantly appeared on the girl's pretty face, her mind was buzzing, she looked at the back of her companion going away in disbelief,
The strong sourness in the nasal cavity gushed out with hot tears.

"Abandoned little wild cat, wait a moment, I will play with you right away."

Owen limped over to pick up the AR15, and lifted it up. The night vision goggles clearly captured the figure running towards the forest. He put his index finger on the trigger and pulled it down.

click!
Shet, stuck?

This idea flashed through the bearded man's mind, and a lightning-like black shadow rushed out of the forest, and the arrow from the string flew straight at him.

He didn't have time to react, the black shadow had already rushed in front of him, and threw a whip kick extremely swiftly.

Snapped!
The inertia of sprinting, the huge strength, and the skillful skills that have been tempered day after day, the superposition of the three shattered the vitals in an instant.

Blood burst out and stained Owen's crotch red.

An indescribable pain spewed out from the depths of his soul. Owen's face was distorted and his mouth was wide open, but he hadn't made any sound yet.

bump!
A hand knife immediately cut his trachea.

Fall up and down.

Owen's huge body fell forward silently like a collapsing low mountain.

The figure turned around and came behind him, swung a hard elbow, and the tip of the elbow hit the back of his head.

In just one breath, three vital points were injured.

Fatty fell to the ground without any resistance and fell into a severe coma.

Gretchen was still silent in the despair just now, and saw a familiar face in her blurred vision, and nodded slightly at her.

The black shadow strode towards the wooden house.

The two hunters who noticed the outside world had just arrived at the door, and their guns had not yet been raised.

The black shadow threw a silver light towards them in the distance.

brush--

The air hissed.

The shadow of the past dragged the shackles and drew a sharp arc across the wrists of the two hunters.

Between the flesh and blood, the burning pain was mixed with blood and screams.

The two lost their minds for a moment.

The black shadow took the opportunity to rush to the front.

Tom held the shotgun in his left hand and fought back hastily, but the pain distorted his movements, too slowly.

The figure in front of him bent his knees and turned half a circle, dexterously circled to his side like a civet cat, and slanted a sky cannon with his right fist, hitting his chin with a slap.

Juli forced Tom to close the upper and lower rows of teeth, the tip of his tongue was bitten, his mouth was splashed with blood, his brain was humming like a bee, and he knelt forward, but he didn't have time to scream and was thrown by a whip In the back of the head, fell to the ground unconscious.

The second hunter managed to squeeze the trigger, but something blocked the trigger guard and he couldn't pull the shot.

In the next second, two slender and powerful hands zoomed infinitely in sight. One grasped the palm and the other clasped the wrist, pulling his left hand down and pressing it down. The severe pain of excessive side clasping of the joints in the crackling sound made him curl up involuntarily. Neck bowed head.

Snapped!
Dean's right fist burst out sideways like a spring, and the second knuckle of his index finger clasped into a phoenix eye precisely hit his temple, causing bloodshot eyes to appear in his pupils, and he fell to the ground without a sound, turning into a puddle. mud.

In less than three seconds, the battle was over.

Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead as the night wind blew gently.

Rust and the others, who were bound hands and feet, finally climbed to the door—they thought that their long-dead companion was standing there unharmed, and was using ropes to tie up the two hunters who collapsed like mud.

(End of this chapter)