The two of them quietly hid in the second-floor storage room in the house and waited quietly.

When they were setting up, they paid attention to all the details in the house, including the hair stuck in the closet and the traces under their feet.

Even the clothes on their bodies were changed into the smelly clothes of the corpses in the ogre storage room.

To prevent their own smell from leaking out.

About ten minutes later.

Along with the screams of the woman, there was a creaking sound of the door being pushed open outside, and then the adult ogre with blood stains all over his body and dirty black clothes condensed into blocks walked in.

He held the captured Alex in his armpits.

Alex's expression was a little desperate. This ogre didn't look strong, but the strength of his arms was like steel bars.

She had finally escaped, and now she was taken into the old nest. It was estimated that there was no hope this time.

Because when she was captured, the last thing she saw was the four people who stayed in place, including the policeman who she had a little heartbeat before.

No one saved her!

Yes, if there was enough gold and enough wealth, who would care about an ordinary woman like her? She was already desperate.

People don’t give up in despair, but want to take something away.

So she kept attacking the ogre, and then bit his arm the moment he entered the house.

But it failed.

The enraged ogre looked down at the woman’s figure, thinking of his child who had just been killed and was still lying in the jungle.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​having another child.

It pressed Alex to the ground and kissed her. The stinking breath almost suffocated Alex. She even wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but her tongue was occupied.

But just when it was about to go further.

The ogre’s brain, which was wounded by the stimulation of desire, twitched and deflated before him.

The feeling of weakness made it slow down when it wanted to execute him on the spot.

Alex was taken into another room like a toy and tied up with wire.

It pressed its right brain with one hand and searched the house with the other.

The head chopped by the axe made it feel a little uncoordinated, and the hum of the train engine sounded in its mind.

The staggering steps made it not pay attention to the details in the house.

The familiar environment gave it a sense of security.

After searching for a while, the things in the house were overturned. It lay on the attic floor with Ivan and Andrei, watching through the gaps in the wooden boards.

Finally found a roll of transparent tape.

This kind of tape is transparent with a hint of yellow. It is a common thing on the construction site. Because it has not been used for a long time and has been randomly distributed, its sides are covered with black dirt.

The ogre sat down slowly on the ground, making a meaningless low roar like a beast licking its wounds.

It loosened its right hand that was covering its head, revealing a concave bulge with wounds on both sides.

Along the nearly 2 mm thick crack, you can even see its brain.

The grooves on the surface of the brain were not as wrinkled as those of a normal person. There were black blood threads in them, like some kind of fungus.

It tore open the roll of transparent tape and wrapped it around the wound on its head.

Circle after circle, like wrapping a water pipe.

This behavior made Ivan and the other two who were hiding feel uncomfortable in their heads. This thing was actually used as a bandage.

Especially the craniotomy wound with the brain exposed.

The ogre didn't get up crookedly until he wrapped his head like a dumpling, and slowly walked to the dirty bed.

The bed was rotten and looked like a randomly pieced-together cuboid.

Smelling the familiar smell of sweat.

The deformed ogre lay on the bed defenselessly. It needed to rest for a while to let the wound recover.

This recovery ability was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The moment it lay down, the bed instantly sank in the middle, and a bear trap was buckled from the hollowed-out bed.

The sheets and the ogre were clamped together.

In the cabinet next to it, an arrow shot towards the bed, hitting the ogre's chest and nailing it to the wooden bed.

"Go!"

Andrei roared, and suddenly jumped up from his prone position, grabbing the spiked long stick beside him.

Ivan also picked up two sickles in tacit understanding.

Bang!

The tattered wooden board broke instantly under the violent collision of the two people, and they fell from the three-meter-high attic.

Its position was right at the position where the ogre was trapped.

Andrei was like a medieval knight with a spear, crashing into the deformed ogre. This three-meter-high impact mixed with his weight.

Even an elephant would probably be deeply pierced.

The ogre is naturally no exception.

Puff——!

Even though the ogre was pinned by an arrow and had his arm bitten off by a bear trap, he was still struggling. The hammer-like spiked stick as thick as his wrist pierced his nostrils deeply.

Even if its recovery ability was amazing, this blow destroyed nearly half of its head.

Ivan rushed out and swung his sickle at the ogre's neck, chopping continuously.

They had already seen the abnormal and terrifying healing ability of the little ogre.

Naturally, there would be no remnants, and there would be no delay.

Ivan swung his hands in a circle, just like the sickle girl, chopping continuously on the ogre's neck, in less than five seconds.

An ugly head was chopped off, but it was fixed in place because of the iron rod.

Ivan did not stop and continued to chop at the ogre's head.

Dangdangdang--!

The sickle blade chopped on its head, and it made a crisp sound like chopping stone. Its bones were very hard, no wonder Knight's axe was stuck in the head.

"This guy's head is harder than a bear, just like a primitive man!"

Knight chopped a gap on the left side of his head, corresponding to the wound on the right side of the axe, and then put down the sickle.

Walked to the corner of the room and picked up one of the steel crowbars.

While turning the stick flower casually, he walked to the ogre, and poked the crowbar into the opened hole amid the excitement of the Russians and the curses of the Americans outside.

"Haha, Andrei, let's see what treasure is inside!" Ivan laughed.

The sesame-like blood splashed on his face during the chopping process just now made him look like a pervert now.

It even fits in with this scary room.

This almost made Andrei nervous, thinking that the blood of the ogre could infect humans like the zombies in the movie, turning Ivan into an ogre.

But fortunately it wasn't.

Ivan raised his big foot and stepped on the ogre's mouth, which was still trying to bite people. The thick shoes blocked its small mouth.

Then he pried it with both hands. (End of this chapter)

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