Some things are just terrible when compared. Compared to that group of "masked people" from before, these "painted faces" clearly weren't planning on letting anyone live.
"Stab! Stab! Stab!"
"Whack, whack, ding!"
Before Wayne could completely pull out the dart from his stomach, several more darts and small iron pellets came flying in quick succession.
Forcing Wayne to quickly dodge, he side-stepped a distance, and finally threw himself to the ground, rolling in the roadside grass.
If you were to look at it abstractly, the scene would be like a lollipop that had been licked and dropped on the ground.
Something with a stick attached to it bounced a few times on the ground and rolled a short distance, leaving a sticky trail along the way.
Then the "lollipop" finally pulled the "short stick" out completely and threw it aside.
Raising his voice to these people, he said: "York Castalore! Give up resisting, Mr. Walter has already sold you out, you can't escape."
One of the "painted faces" directly sneered, "Ridiculous, you think…"
Heh, he actually tricked a fool into showing himself.
What you say doesn't matter, as long as you jump out. Even if it's not the person himself, it's at least someone in the know.
"Thump! Thump!"
Soon, two more small iron pellets arrived in succession. Wayne, who was already half-squatting on the grass, continued to roll and dodge. By now, there was no more blood dripping from his body, but unfortunately, the sharp pain hadn't subsided.
Finding a temporary shelter, he shrunk back, touched a broken flower pot next to him with his left hand, and then poked his head out and fired in bursts.
"Bang! Bang, bang, bang!"
Several people grunted in response, and some even fell directly to the ground.
Actually, Wayne wasn't sure if what the others were throwing were actually "small iron pellets," but the sound when they hit hard objects sounded like it.
Also, these people weren't throwing them directly with their "hands," but were using slings. Before launching, they would put the things in a small pouch with a rope, then spin it around like a fan, the movements very obvious.
The sound of this thing cutting through the air sounded even scarier than a dart, and he didn't know if any special effects had been added, but the power when it hit the ground felt about the same as a bullet.
So Wayne prioritized targeting those "fans," anyway, he just needed to leave that fool from before.
The reason why the sling was called "the most terrifying weapon of the natives" by the colonizers back then was because the power of this thing wasn't much worse than the old-fashioned firearms of that time, and when used by experts, it even had an advantage in range.
However, things that are eliminated from the battlefield must have shortcomings. "Spinning the fan" takes both time and space, and the rate of fire has a natural limit, and the positions must be scattered, so the firepower is not very concentrated.
"Take advantage of him reloading, go!"
Several footsteps quickly approached, and before the people arrived, what came first was the breeze and the mist.
Wayne stretched his head out and quickly glanced. This mist could blur even the simplest line of sight, and the resolution obviously decreased.
Picking a lucky guy who was already close with a battle axe, he raised his hand and fired a shot.
They can't even count, they deserve to get headshot.
But this time the bullets were really used up, and those people didn't give Wayne much time to reload. Two "painted faces" quickly jumped into the yard, and there was an even more sinister one who chopped through the wooden wall with a battle axe.
Damn, can you "see through" too?
Wayne didn't stop his hands, before running away, he glanced at the crack chopped out of the wooden wall and remembered the paint pattern on the other person's face.
People in the same trade are enemies, don't blame your friendly competitor for being ruthless later.
The indigenous-style battle axe is considered a "light axe." Translated, it means that it can be held in the hand and "continuously chopped."
Wayne was busy reloading bullets and was chased around the yard with an axe like a mouse. During the parkour, even the outer walls of other people's houses suffered an innocent disaster, being chopped with a big gash, and the outer pillar of a shed was chopped off with an axe, collapsing with a crash.
Seeing that more and more reinforcements were coming over, and there were even people in the slightly further distance who had already raised their darts, ready to throw them.
Wayne reloaded his bullets and freed up his hands. Heh, I'm flipping back over again.
It's just that his stomach still hurts. When he used his extraordinary abilities just now, he felt something resisting the healing of the wound.
The outside barely healed, but it seemed to still be "inside."
However, after landing again and running a few steps, Wayne quickly became "unhappy." Several people had already loosely surrounded him, and the mist was spreading, gradually thickening. Several battle axes also quickly followed over the wall.
There were ambushes in front and pursuers behind, and some people had already inserted several elbow-length small totem poles into the ground, shaking and twisting, not knowing what scriptures they were chanting.
That's why I said that people who turn on "see-through hacks" should have their accounts banned.
At this time, there were probably nine of the other party left. Anyway, a box of bullets couldn't take them all away. Wayne "bang bang" fired two shots, one shot killing one who had raised a dart, and the other shot sent to one who was blocking the way.
First, ignore what those totems are for. Anyway, stay away from this kind of thing, lest you be struck by lightning and implicate yourself.
The encirclement moved with Wayne. The other side actually still had a "formation." Several people could play a "long-range and close-range combination." A dart and a small iron pellet were fired successively from the heavy mist, temporarily blocking Wayne's path forward, and two battle axes chased up behind.
Wayne fired a shot to the left and kicked to the right. Just as the muzzle was turned around, a small totem pole covered in blood flew softly over and stuck into the ground next to him. Then, the grass around him within a radius of about two yards suddenly shook, and the grass blades grew wildly.
The grass blades were fine, at least they didn't directly injure people like "sharpening," but suddenly stepping on a "trampoline" was indeed a bit of a delay.
"Bang!"
A bullet flew away, but the "painted face" next to him who was about to chop over with a battle axe also softened and fell down.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Sporadic gunshots rang out around him. Two "fans" and one "battle axe" in the slightly further distance went offline in response. The guy who was breakdancing was also entangled in the steel wire that exploded under his feet and fell to the ground.
Wayne dodged another battle axe that was being chopped at him. Although he couldn't see people clearly in the slightly further distance, he still pointed in the direction and shouted, "Leave that 'red forehead three bar basket' alive!"
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"Got it."
"Yes, sir!"
With reinforcements entering the field, the pressure was much reduced. At least for a while, not everyone was rushing at him.
Although there was a guy with a battle axe who seemed to bite his tongue, spit out a piece of it, and turned on "Berserk," but the times have changed after all. If a headshot doesn't kill him instantly, then two shots to the knees are about the same.
In the end, the battle axe he threw over in desperation, chopping into his chest, was just a mere fatal wound—at least it didn't hurt as much as the dart from before… the wound is healed now but it hasn't gone away yet.
After finishing his side, the surrounding sounds were no longer noisy.
The mist was a bit of a hindrance, but its function didn't seem to be in the offensive aspect. Wayne scanned the battlefield, preparing to see if there were still a few people nearby groaning. If they could be saved, he would keep them for the gallows.
His spiritual intuition suddenly "thumped." Wayne turned his head and looked around, only to notice that there was another kind of "line" spreading in the thick fog, already so thick that it was a bit scary. It was a bit like a room full of dust. People working inside wouldn't notice it after a long time, but as long as a ray of sunlight came in, it would be obvious that it was densely packed.
Following the direction where the "dust" was the thickest, he glanced and saw that the "breakdancing man" was now tightly entangled in wire on the ground, curled up. The direction was of course wrong, but the posture was a bit like a student sitting in a chair in the classroom, raising his hand and wanting to be called on.
The "breakdancing man" was bleeding from all seven orifices, but his face silently carried a slightly crazy smile. The two people's eyes met.
He slammed a bone stick or something into the ground: "Die!"
"Danger! Evacuate!" Wayne and Lina's voices in the slightly further distance shouted at the same time.
This was one of the detective agency's internal top priority instructions, meaning that no matter what you were doing, it was always right for the people who heard it to withdraw to a safe distance first.
As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "boom," and a bolt of lightning struck from the sky into the thick fog, and the surrounding area instantly became as bright as day.
Wayne had just thrown himself a distance away. After flipping over, there was still a bit of buzzing in his ears. He supported himself on the ground with his hands behind his waist, smelling the pungent smell of burning, and couldn't help but swallow nervously.
No, I was just making an analogy just now.
You actually used lightning to strike…
What kind of black technology is this from the natives?
"Are you all okay?" Wayne asked, sitting there.
"No problem, the guy you were talking about is fine too. Uh… he's still breathing, so I guess he's fine…"
"Safe!"
"Where's Liam?"
"I I I'm here! It's just that this just now was a bit scary… although not as good as Miss Ineisha and Miss Lina…"
"Huh?!"
"No! I was just saying that I'm timid!"
