Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 218 Trapped
Meursault felt that Shylock had chosen his "throwing place" deliberately, which inevitably made him feel resentful - this place was too close to his hometown.

But no matter what Meursault was thinking, he couldn't say a word. He still remembered that in Shylock's mind, his sentence was still "suspended death sentence". If he couldn't show enough value, he might close his eyes forever one day in the future.

Who wants to die when they can live?

boom!boom!
Bullets kept flying from behind, embedding themselves into the earthen slope with bursts of gunfire, splashing up pieces of sand.

Meursault crouched down, the tall man curled up like a baby, hiding himself firmly behind the slope. The flying sand and stones hit his body from time to time, and many mud marks appeared on his originally clean clothes, but he was not in the mood to pay attention to these at the moment.

The man held the gun in his hand, his index finger on the trigger. From time to time, his palm tightly gripped the gun body, making a mechanical sound, but then quickly released it.

The gunfire died down, but they didn't leave.

The dark brown military uniform was unusually inconspicuous in the mountains and woods, as if blending in with the surroundings. The hunter's keen five senses made him aware that the enemy was approaching, but with limited vision he could not perceive the opponent's position. However, after concentrating his mind, his strong hearing still allowed him to get a rough idea of the enemy's location.

Suddenly, a strange premonition appeared in Meursault's heart, the hunter's intuition appeared, and he felt that another group of people were approaching here.

The group of people was right in front of him, and he didn't know whether they were friends or enemies.

Anger suddenly surged in Meursault's heart, and he cursed a few words in his heart. He pulled down the hammer of the pistol with his fingers, clenched the handle tightly, and a mechanical "click" sound was made.

If they were enemies, if they were allowed to arrive successfully, Meursault would be attacked from both sides.

The gradually approaching existence was like a wailing alarm bell, striking his nerves again and again.

Meursault's crouching body was in a posture ready to strike. He took off his coat and threw it over the slope.

boom!boom!
The moment the gunshot rang out, Meursault immediately rolled over and slid into a pit at the fastest speed, lying tightly in it.

As soon as the black coat was thrown out of the slope, bursts of gunfire followed. The bullets penetrated the thin cloth and sank deeply into the tree trunk.

When Meursault saw the glaring bullet holes on the tree trunk, he took a deep breath and his breathing became slower.

He could clearly feel his heart beating against the ground through his chest.

The gunfire outside the pit had stopped. Meursault heard the sound of cloth rubbing against the ground and leaves. The frequency of these sounds was much faster than before. They sped up their movement and crawled forward on the ground.

Meursault stayed close to the pit and tentatively raised his head. His eyes carefully emerged from the pit and turned quickly, observing the situation outside.

boom!
A small piece of dust flew up and hit Meursault's forehead quickly. The pain was only like a mosquito bite, but it made him immediately shrink back into the pit. The dust splashed by the bullet still fell on his hair.

Sequence Nine's body was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of bullets.

Meursault gritted his teeth, lowered himself to the ground, his right hand tightly gripping the gun, and inched forward, creeping forward. He exhaled deeply, clenched his teeth, and quickly thrust his upper body forward, firing three shots in quick succession. Then, he dove back and crouched in the cover. His movements were swift, the Hunter Path Beyonder's powerful physical qualities stretched to their limits by his need to survive. Even so, the enemy reacted quickly before he fired the second shot, firing back with their guns raised.

Because the action was too fast, Meursault didn't even have time to aim, and only one of the three bullets hit him, and it seemed that it didn't hit the vital part. But it was precisely because he was fast enough that he avoided the fate of being hit by the bullet.

They want to surround me... Meursault gripped his gun tightly, and at the moment of counterattack, he took the opportunity to observe the situation of the enemies outside the pit. They were much more scattered than before, and the distance between them was obviously larger. It seemed that they were preparing to attack Meursault from different directions.

"I'm not a rebel!"

Meursault shouted again in Intis. He had explained many times that he was not a rebel, but those people were still chasing him.

It was obvious that the soldiers of Intis did not believe the words of this man with a face from the southern continent and holding a weapon.

"Put down the gun! Throw it over!" Meursault heard a rough male voice shouting in Intis from the pit: "Put your hands up!"

"Come back with us. If you're not a rebel, we'll let you go!"

A bunch of bastards!
Meursault cursed in his heart. If he dared to go back with them, would he still be hiding here? He wasn't a rebel, but he was from the South Continent, a South Continenter who had once been loyal to Intis! Didn't he understand these Intis idiots?

As soon as he dropped his weapon, the bullet would pierce his forehead in the next second.

Even if he told them that he was loyal to Ambassador Bakerland, he would be treated as a traitor in the end.

He's just a person from the Southern Continent. Just kill him, no one cares.

Meursault was so angry that he felt like he was about to break his teeth. He turned around, and before his upper body could even emerge from the pit, he heard a "bang!" from behind. The incident happened so quickly that without a second thought, Meursault immediately shrunk back into the pit, subconsciously shielding his head with his arms, curling up to protect his vital parts.

Gunshots continued to be heard from both sides, but the imagined bullets did not fall on him.

The roar of gunfire from two directions informed Meursault of his current situation—those Intis bastards had encountered an enemy! Perhaps it was the rebels, or perhaps it was someone else, but who cares? Those bastards were in trouble, and he could take this opportunity to escape!

Meursault was pleasantly surprised. He stretched out his curled up body, gripped his pistol tightly, and carefully poked his head out of the pit. Unlike before, the Intis people who were busy dealing with the enemy did not notice the situation on his side. No bullets flew towards his eyes. Obviously, this was a good opportunity to leave.

The tall plateau man carefully kept close to the ground, trying not to attract the attention of either side, and advanced cautiously. As Meursault advanced, he kept observing the two combatants with his peripheral vision.

He saw an Intis man looking at him a few times, as if he had noticed him and wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but he had no time to pay attention. As the enemy's attack became more and more fierce, he didn't even have the energy to look at Meursault.

The group of people fighting against the Intis army had distinct southern continental features, with dark skin that was very recognizable, and their clothes and weapons looked a bit worn.

He only took a glance and felt that the distance was a bit far and perhaps he couldn't see clearly, but he withdrew his gaze in an instant and never looked in that direction again.

(End of this chapter)