Infinite Sims

　　 Five minutes later, Charles and other talents who heard the gunshots rushed in.

　　 "Dead, all dead."

　　 Everyone's faces are a little gloomy.

　　 Charles was expressionless. He didn't expect that after less than fifteen minutes of separation, three more people died, without even having time to use the communicator.

　　 Three teammates, a short arrow pierced the throat, a wooden gun pierced, and a torn throat.

　　 Two died in traps, and one should have died from a canine bite.

　　 Judging from the cause of their death, the murderer should have raised a hunting dog, and had set up traps here long before they entered the forest.

　　 Even, there are probably many similar traps around here.

　　 A terrible thought appeared in Charles's mind.

　　Perhaps, it was not the murderer who followed their team, but they took the initiative to step into the murderer’s hunting ground and became prey.

　　 Charles has been a poacher for more than ten years, traveling around the world, ranging from beggars to wealthy business and political figures.

　　 In this, he has seen many "killers" who are extinct in human nature and take pleasure in killing.

　　 These "murders" usually choose different targets. There are improvisational and regular types, and the most terrifying is the hunting ground type.

　　 They will transform an area into their own hunting ground, and then treat all humans who step into this area as prey, and pursue and kill them indiscriminately.

　　 Obviously, I and others should have encountered this kind of "killer" now.

　　 In the face of this kind of "killer", no matter how well equipped, no matter how accurate or sophisticated the marksmanship and tactics, there is no use.

　　 While this made him angry, a chill came from the soles of his feet.

　　 "I can't stay in this forest, I must go out."

　　 Charles made up his mind.

　　Ghost knows how many traps of this kind have been installed nearby, and it is night again, and there are not enough lives to fill. When I turned around and was about to tell my guess, I suddenly found that the number of people was wrong.

　　 Except for himself, there are only five people around.

　　 Two people are missing.

　　 "Where are Kirsheed, Rubio and Brownback?"

　　 Charles looked at Kirsheed who was walking at the back.

　　 Of these five people, one is in a team with himself, the other three are in a team, and Kirchide is a team with Rubio and Brownback who are not here.

　　 Hearing what he said, Kirhid was puzzled: "Aren't they right behind me..."

　　 In the middle of the conversation, he was stunned when he saw that there was no one behind him.

　　 Charles said coldly: "Where are people?"

　　 Kesheed shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it: "Impossible, when we heard the gunshots, we rushed here together, and they talked to me halfway through."

　　 Charles didn't ask any more, Kirsheed and Rubio Brownback had a good relationship, it was impossible to attack them, I am afraid it was in danger.

　　 The group explored the line where Kirsheed had just come over.

　　 As expected, Rubio and Brownback were soon found.

　　 Two hundred meters apart, the two have turned into two immovable corpses. The fatal injuries are all in the throat, which seems to be cut by a sharp weapon.

　　 It can be seen from the fallen posture that they should be on the way, the "murder" covered their mouths from behind, then cut their throats to death, and finally they were placed lightly on the ground to avoid making any noise.

　　If the road is longer, Kirsheed may also be dead.

　　 Seeing these, Charles's face grew darker.

　　Will it be better if the rest of the teammates die together?

"what!"

　　 Suddenly, Kirchide let out a scream.

　　 The others immediately raised their guns and saw Kirheid sitting on the ground in pain, clutching his calf tightly.

　　 There was a trap on the calf. The sharp spikes had penetrated deeply into the flesh, even pierced into the bones, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound.

　　 Kesheed wailed in pain: "Quickly, help me untie it, please!"

　　 Except Charles, everyone else immediately walked forward, trying to open the trap with the tool they carried.

"not coming back!"

　　 Charles found out that Kirsheed was surrounded by a mess of dead leaves, and his heart was not good, so he spoke quickly.

　　 The voice just fell, only heard a pop.

　　 A big net instantly rose up underground, enclosing Kirheid and the four people next to him, and quickly pulled it to the high altitude and suspended it.

　　Da! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

　　 One of them pulled the trigger in panic, and the bullet flew across.

　　 The screams of teammates, the cracking of trees, and all kinds of sounds are intertwined, like the lament of hell.

　　 After just a few seconds, there was only a scream on it.

　　 Charles was alone on the ground, and he dared to stand out from behind the tree and look at the tree net trap when he saw that there was no gunshot.

　　 "This is not a trigger trap, the murderer is nearby!"

　　 Charles was vigilant and hurriedly turned his body sideways.

　　 A short arrow pierced his sleeve from the side, leaving a half-finger blood on his arm.

　　 behind a tree thirty meters away.

"It's worth noting that after I bought the formula, I experimented hundreds of times to get the final formula. With the neurotoxin gas produced by the formula, they unknowingly lowered their perception of the outside world without me. Nearly half of them were killed or injured."

　　 Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jiangren threw down his crossbow and walked towards Charles without any cover.

　　 The familiar big beard looks really kind.

　　 "You killed me?"

　　 After regaining his senses, Charles was about to find obstacles to hide, when he found Jiang Ren swaying towards him.

　　 and the speed is very slow, even slower than the 80 or 90 year old man.

　　 "Isn't it obvious enough?"

　　 Jiangren smiled, he just thrown off the crossbow, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Charles should have seen it.

　　 "Asshole, why are you doing this?"

　　 Charles pointed his gun at Jiang Ren and asked angrily, but soon he felt that the question was unnecessary.

　　 Just like ordinary people need to eat and drink water, does a murderer need a reason to kill?

　　 Jiangren spread his hands: "Because you are going to kill me."

　　 Hearing this answer, Charles suddenly became furious: "What are we going to kill you? From the beginning to the present, have we ever done anything to you?"

　　 Jiangren blinked innocently: "Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

　　 "Damn! You lunatic!"

　　 Charles shot Jiang Ren's left leg with a shot.

　　 He didn't know why the Murderer dared to walk towards him unsuspectingly at this distance, but he would never give up this opportunity.

　　 First of all, start by restricting the actions of the murderers.

　　呯!

　　 Jiangren paused, and the bullet passed by less than a finger from the edge of his thigh.

　　 "Your marksmanship is good."

　　 Jiangren smiled, as if nothing had happened, and continued to move at the original rate.

　　 Charles only thought that Jiang Ren was out of **** luck, cursed in his heart, and shot him in the leg again.

　　呯! Boom! Boom!

　　 Several shots in a row, Jiang Rendu dodges the bullets dangerously and dangerously as if he was blessed by the gods.

　　 "Impossible, this is definitely not something humans can do!"

　　 Charles finally found out that it was wrong until he finished playing a magazine.

　　 Avoid bullets usually only appear in film and television works. Although there are occasional examples in reality, in addition to strength, luck accounts for the vast majority.

　　 It is absolutely impossible to be so relaxed and comfortable as a "murderer"!