Infinite Sims

Five minutes later, Charles and others who heard the gunshots arrived slowly.

"Dead, all dead."

Everyone's face was a little gloomy.

Charles had no expression on his face. He didn't expect that three more people would die within fifteen minutes of separation, without even having time to use the communicator.

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

Two died from traps, 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 already set traps here long before they entered the forest.

What's more, there are very likely many similar traps around here.

A terrible thought came to Charles' mind.

Perhaps, it wasn't the murderer who targeted their team, but they stepped into the murderer's hunting ground and became prey.

Charles has been a poacher for more than ten years, and has traveled all over the world, from beggars to gangsters, to rich businessmen and politicians, and has had a lot of intersections.

Among them, he has seen many "killers" who are extinct in their humanity and take pleasure in killing people.

These "killers" usually choose different targets, there are impromptu types, regular types, and the most terrifying is the hunting ground type.

They will transform an area into their own hunting field, and then treat all humans who step into this area as prey, and start hunting and killing without distinction.

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

Facing this kind of "killer", no matter how sophisticated the equipment is, no matter how accurate and sophisticated the marksmanship and tactics are, they are useless.

While this made him feel angry, a chill also rushed to his heart from the soles of his feet.

"I can't stay in this forest anymore, I have to go out."

Charles made up his mind.

Who knows how many other traps like this have been installed around here, and it's night again, so many lives are not enough to fill. When I turned around and was about to express my guess, I suddenly found that the number of people was wrong.

Apart from myself, there were only five people around.

Two people are missing.

"Where's Ksheed, Rubio and Brownback?"

Charles looked at Keshid, who was walking at the back.

Of the five, one is on the same team as himself, the other three are on the same team, and Kesheed is on the same team as Rubio and Brownback, who are not here.

Hearing his words, Keshid was full of doubts: "They are right behind me..."

Halfway through the conversation, he was stunned when he saw that there was no one behind him.

Charles said coldly: "Where are people?"

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

Charles didn't ask any more questions. The relationship between Kesheed and Rubio Brownback was not bad, and it was impossible to attack them. I thought they might be in danger.

A group of people explored the line that Keshid had just come over.

Sure enough, Rubio and Brownback were quickly found.

The two were separated by a hundred meters, and they had turned into two immobile corpses. The fatal wounds were all in the throat, which seemed to have been cut by a sharp weapon.

It can be seen from the fallen posture that they should have been killed by the "killer" who covered their mouths from behind and slit their throats on the way, and were finally placed lightly on the ground to avoid making a sound.

If the road had been longer, Keshid might have died too.

Seeing this, Charles' face darkened even more.

Wouldn't it be better if the first teammate died, and the rest would stick together?

"what!"

Suddenly, Keshid let out a scream.

The rest of the people immediately raised their guns and saw that Kexid was sitting on the ground in pain, clutching his calf tightly.

There was a bear trap on the calf, and the sharp spikes had already penetrated deeply into the flesh, even pierced into the bone, and blood slowly flowed out from the wound.

Kexid wailed in pain: "Quick, help me untie it, please!"

Except for Charles, the others immediately stepped forward, trying to break the trap with the tools they carried.

"not coming back!"

Charles found a messy pile of dead leaves around Kexid, and he was in a bad mood, so he opened his mouth quickly.

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a pop.

A large net instantly rose from the ground, enveloping Kexid and the four people beside him, and quickly pulled it to a high altitude to hang it.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

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

The screams of teammates, the crackling of trees, and all kinds of sounds intertwined, like a dirge from hell.

After just a few seconds, there were only screams left above.

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

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

Charles felt vigilant and hurriedly turned his body away.

A short arrow cut through his sleeve from the side, leaving a half-finger-long bloodstain on his arm.

Behind a tree thirty meters away.

"It's not in vain. 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 my intervention. Nearly half of them were killed or injured."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jiang Ren threw down his crossbow and walked towards Charles unabashedly.

That familiar beard looks really kind.

"You were the one who killed me?"

When he came back to his senses, Charles was about to find an obstacle to hide, when he found Jiang Ren walking towards him swaggeringly.

And the speed is very slow, even slower than an old man in his eighties or nineties.

"Isn't that obvious enough?"

Jiang Ren smiled. Charles should have seen the action of throwing down the crossbow just now.

"Asshole, why are you doing this?"

Charles pointed his gun at Jiang Ren and asked an angry question, but soon he felt that this question was unnecessary.

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

Jiang Ren spread out his hands: "Because you want to kill me."

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

Jiang Ren blinked innocently: "Could it be that I remember wrongly?"

"Damn! You crazy!"

Charles shot Jiang Ren's left leg in bursts.

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

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

Boom!

Jiang Ren paused, and the bullet grazed less than a finger away from the edge of his thigh.

"You have good marksmanship."

Jiang Ren smiled, as if nothing happened, and continued to move forward at the original speed.

Charles only thought that Jiang Ren was lucky, cursed in his heart, and shot him in the leg again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After several shots in a row, Jiang Ren seemed to be favored by a god, and every time he dodged the bullets dangerously and dangerously.

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

It wasn't until after a magazine was played that Charles finally realized something was wrong.

Dodging bullets usually only appears in film and television works. Although there are occasional examples in reality, besides strength, luck accounts for the vast majority.

And it is absolutely impossible to be as relaxed and comfortable as a "murderer"!