Chapter 259: Deadly Dawn (29)

Shuak stepped out of the boat and stood on the pier, holding his old gun.
　　 He used his right index finger covered with calluses and the index finger to gently pull the bolt off, and then tucked in a bullet. Shuaike didn't look at the weapon in his hand in the process.
　　 He faced straight ahead, and those who looked far away along the pier had a severe look, which made his wrinkles deeper, and his closed eyebrows looked like he was squinting in the burning sun.
　　 He did not hesitate, one step, two steps, three steps
　　He started to trot, then ran in a big stride, moved up the pier, put the gun against his shoulder, put it on his cheek, and aimed while running.
　　 The first shot.
　　 A laughing traitor, the bullet burrowed into the spine between the shoulder blades, this guy was about to stab into Krakko's neck, but fell down like an electric shock.
　　 Second and third shots.
　　 A traitor who pressed little Kafka on the ground, two bullets were in the middle of the face.
　　 The fourth shot.
　　 A guy who started to turn around and wanted to escape, the bullet that got under his jaw instantly knocked him down in the water.
　　 Fifth, sixth and seventh shots.
　　Two guys with guns leaning back together, three bullets pierced them together.
　　The remaining two people started to fight back towards the pier.
　　 Eighth shot.
　　 One of the rebels with helmets was shot in the shoulder but fell to the ground.
　　The ninth shooting.
　　 centered his chest and killed him.
　　 Tenth shot.
　　 The last one, headshot.
　　 Eleventh shot.
　　 failed to fire, the bullet was empty, and he fired a lot of guns today.
　　 Shuai Ke pulled out the bayonet on his waist and continued to run forward, the backpack on his shoulder fell to the ground with a bang.
　　He came in front of them, he rushed between them and was about to start a close fight.
　　Shuaike waved his weapon and smashed the buttstock on a face.
　　 are all actual combat skills, just as I learned in the mud many years ago, is it outside the town of Orchifan? Or the wilderness of Draco? He doesn't remember much, he fought too many battles.
　　 Oh, how good is a grenade!
　　 thought so, but at this moment the smooth bayonet was okay, it slammed on a forehead.
In the next second, a side kick broke someone's rib, Shuike's hit another face, he blocked a knife with a rifle, and opened the enemy's weapon like a short stick. .
　　 He struggled to pierce, at close range, penetrated the sternum, and blood spattered from the wound.
　　The bullets that flew through the air swept beside him, but he was indifferent. Four rebels hurriedly turned over the railing at the end of the dock to join the battle and rushed at him.
　　Shuaike turned around, picked up another person's gun, fired the bullet in the barrel, and knocked down one of them first.
　　 The other three began to panic, and then turned around and fled from where they were.
　　 Suddenly, the sound of broken bones and screams came from behind him.
　　 Shuai Ke suddenly turned around, a rebel who had not noticed before was lying in a pool of gradually spreading blood, and Ford knocked him down with a wooden stick with iron nails.
　　 "Thank you."
　　 "He wants to hit you, Uncle Shuike."
　　 At this time, Shuike suddenly expected him to teach this guy how to fire.
　　 at this time
　　How many times has he prayed that he will not experience this kind of time again.
　　 But sadly, the war never stops.
　　 There will always be another battle to fight, Shuike is very clear, he knows better than almost anyone.
　　 Maybe this is the final war, maybe this will be the last battle, but maybe not.
　　Little Kafka tried to stand up. He was not disappointed, Shuaike looked around for Rennes, and he saw that the guy was dragged into the shadow by something.
　　 "It caught him, caught him!"
　　Little Kafka has been whispering the same sentence repeatedly.
"nothing."
　　 Shuaike said so, but instead of looking at Kafka, he kept his gaze in the direction where Rennes disappeared.
　　 "Take the water. Go to the boat. We are leaving."
　　 The guy may be dead, or maybe he hasn't, but now the gun may not come in handy. Shuaike, who grabbed him, was a little impressed. .
　　He didn't know what Ren or Kafka saw, maybe some kind of monster from imagination.
　　 But Shuike had seen its essence, filthy material, merged into a humanoid body, under the control of those cyan crystals.
　　 It is real enough to take life, but it is also not real. It is just an aggregate of something attached to the dead flesh and blood, just like the walking dead covered with crystals, but the form is more terrible.
　　 Shuai Ke wants to call it a demon, but this is a less specific word.
Shuak glanced at the dead bodies under his hands, the betrayer in Tsing Yi, they believed that they found the unbearable truth, enough to congregate into a church, a faith, enough to make them lose their minds, just Like those stupid blood worshippers.
　　 Unnatural contaminants are harmful and unhelpful. Once they are slightly contaminated, they are lingering, and it is difficult to eradicate them.
　　 These blue short blades of rebels, short ceremonial blades, or sacrificed daggers?
　　 He picked up the nearest one and embedded the handle in the muzzle. This temporary patched insert bayonet was very useful in an emergency. The one before him was already crooked and could not be used.
　　Shuaike installed the new bayonet and walked into the lane where Rennes disappeared,
　　 There was a mole-like creature with nausea and light blue skin and a large number of crystals like spines behind it, which was lying on Rennes.
　　 Shuai Ke walked carefully, and then thrust the bayonet into the opponent's body.
　　 The blue light splashed, the light smoke diffused, with the smell of carrion and rotten eggs.
　　 The thing screamed like a woman, it turned around, twisted its honeycomb-like face to helplessly glance at Shuike, and then died.
　　 The material that made it up collapsed into a transparent mucus and spilled on Rennes.
　　Shuaike stepped forward to check and found that the boy just passed out without any obvious injuries on his body.
　　Why didn't that thing hurt him? Or is it a deeper plot?
　　 Shuaike is not sure, but now he has more important things.
　　 He turned his head to look around, and the girl, Annie, was standing behind him, staring at Rennes.
　　 "Help me lift him up."
　　 She didn't speak, but she still held Ren's feet, and Kris, who was full of fear in her eyes, also came over to help her lift the young man.
　　Shuak pulled the short blue blade out of the muzzle and threw it into the filthy water.
　　He touched the holy emblem hanging around his neck, whispering softly to thank the Father for his redemption, and adrenaline flooded his old arms and legs.
　　 He turned and walked back to the dinghy. The gunshots would definitely attract attention, but he estimated that they still had time to leave here and drive away from the city.
　　He saw the guy who was knocked down by Grafford.
　　 A captain, an officer, the leader of this group.
　　 He lay prone on the ground, a large pool of blood bleed from the wound on his head, and he also had a short knife, a more beautiful ceremonial dagger beside him.
This officer’s dagger is unusual, it seems to be used to identify his identity and status, which is more luxurious than the rough ceremonial tools carried by others~EbookFREE.me~ If this is essentially twisted and evil Something can be regarded as luxurious.
　　 This may not be exactly what Shuker needs, but he hasn't seen any better yet, and it would be stupid to just drop it.
　　He picked it up, wrapped it in cloth, and put it in his pocket.
　　 Three minutes later, the small boat began to move under the efforts of Ford and Kbis. They sailed upstream and left the dock.
"what!"
　　 Creed Foster suddenly awakened, he sat up and lifted his face from the cold and wet dock ground.
　　Heavy downpour was washing the dirty sky, there was blood everywhere. He was covered with blood all over. He touched his head and found that there was a piece of skull that didn't hurt, and there was some activity.
　　He was very uncomfortable and very scared.
He realized that he had lost something, something special and precious, something that was given to him by the family members of Dawn, and his future would remain here. With this thing, he can obtain the strength and power he dreamed of. .
　　 Creed Foster looked up angrily in search of the thief, and he wanted to get rid of it.
　　 But he found nothing.
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