Beast

The warehouse caught fire, and Kunka immediately turned from the side.

The people guarding the backyard immediately surrounded the elder brother to cover him, but the combat power of the fighting beast was extremely terrifying. The female fighting beast didn't even get out of the car, and could hit the surrounding security guards by shooting bullets directly from the skylight or side windows.

The poet quickly scanned the surrounding environment, they had no cars, and the fighting beast had two cars, so if they wanted to cover Cuenca's retreat, one of them had to be taken, that is to say——they had to be forced out outside the car.

Thinking of this, the poet took off his shirt, scrambled a few times on his injured arm, and then continued to shoot and cover Cuenca until he retreated to the security circle.

Then he pulled the grenade from one of them, went around the other side of the burning warehouse, aimed at one of the cars, pulled out the pull ring, and threw the grenade accurately.

The grenade happened to roll under one of the cars, and the driver of that car reacted immediately, but it was too late, she just drove forward for a moment, and the whole car seemed to be pushed from the bottom, and the three people in the car were directly knocked out. The head female gladiator was blown up.

Seeing this, the fighting beast in another car immediately shot in the direction of the poet, and withdrew from the car, using the car body as a cover.

The poet dodged and hid behind the barn, but the barn was almost on fire. Seeing that the security's marksmanship was far worse than that of the female fighting beast, they might not be able to kill one with one round of bullets, but the opponent's two or three shots could knock one down. .

Such a gap in strength made it impossible for them to last long.

The poet glanced at Cuenca, who continued to look at the opportunity to fire his gun outside the encirclement, then glanced in the other direction, and measured the distance from the intact car to his position.

Although the distance is not far, he can rush over, but he is not a love saint. Even if he can beat one or two female fighting beasts, if the opponent is surrounded by three or four people, he is definitely not an opponent.

He checked his bullets and touched one of the guns that was lying on the ground for security.It would be great if he could hold the gun with both hands, but now the other hand can't use his strength because of being shot, and even if he can lift the gun, the accuracy is definitely far from it.

His heart was beating violently, and the lines on his body became hideous with his breathing.

Now there are seven security guards left, and four female fighting beasts are still alive.And in the process of counting, two more security guards fell down.

He must act.

So he took a deep breath, pulled out the pull ring of a grenade again, threw it out from the left, then set up the machine gun with the injured hand, and held the pistol with the other intact hand. rushed up.

The smoke and dust from the grenade and the heat wave from the burning wooden house gave him a little protection, and the last bullet of the security guard bought him a moment of leeway. His marksmanship was extremely accurate, and three bullets accurately hit the body of the three-headed fighting beast. Two shots entered the chest, and one was lucky enough to headshot.

And his other hand kept pulling the trigger, allowing the machine gun to continuously fire bullets for fire suppression.

He quickly approached the car body. Now that he had killed the three fighting beasts, there was only one person left beside the car, so he had a great chance of winning.

The female fighter immediately turned her gun to shoot at him, but after the poet fired two shots, the bullets of the pistol were completely emptied, so he simply threw away the pistol, and a cat hid on the other side of the car.

He immediately got down, hugged the machine gun and swept a row of bullets from the bottom of the car.

The female fighting beast was shot in the calf, and she was shot in the knee for a moment of staggering. The poet jumped up quickly and shot a few more shots at her upper body.

Well, he managed to get the car.

He opened the car door that was riddled with bullet holes, shot from behind, and burrowed inside.

But what he didn't expect was that just as he was about to hide in the car and quickly drove the car in the direction of Cuenca, a bullet hit him precisely in the back.

The poet suddenly turned his head and saw the woman who had been hiding behind the tree stump.It seems that there are more than four female fighting beasts alive, and he missed the leading one—Rachel.

Rachel fired another shot, nearly side-by-side, into him before he knew it.

The poet's body shook violently, but he didn't fight back. It was too late for him to fight back. After all, what he wanted to do was not to kill the enemy, but to send Kunka away.

He threw the machine gun on the co-pilot, reluctantly got into the car, quickly turned the steering wheel, and drove in the direction of Cuenca.

Cuenca was also injured, but fortunately, the owner only had bruises.

Perhaps it was Rachel who focused all her attention on killing the beast for safety, but didn't realize that the owner of the beast was also very brave.

Kunka watched the poet get injured, and the poet had nothing to do with fighting beasts at all to him, it was his brother, so he absolutely had to work hard for it.

Kunka attacked Rachel's position fiercely, and Rachel was shot immediately, whether it hit the neck or the shoulder, and she immediately hid behind a few trees without being seen.

Cuenka wanted to do it again and had to kill her, but the poet yelled a few times behind him, so Cuenka had no choice but to give up.

But as soon as he got into the car, the anger in his chest came up again.I saw that the poet was covered in blood, and the arm holding the steering wheel was shaking constantly.He slammed on the accelerator and drove the car away from the scene like an arrow.

Cuenca cursed a few times and rolled up all the windows. He also took off his shirt and held the bloody mouth on the poet's body.But the poet was shot three times, and he didn't even know which eloquence to stop.

The poet asked Kunka to leave it alone, took out the walkie-talkie and ordered the rest of the beasts to turn back quickly.He kept repeating his instructions, the road he was driving and the location he was in, until he couldn't even hold the walkie-talkie firmly, and the pain in his arm finally made him throw the red-stained walkie-talkie aside.

"Go to the back, I'll drive." Kunka told the poet to stop.

The poet ignored him, and took out another mobile phone, which was vibrating non-stop, with the name of the lover on it.

He reluctantly pressed the answer button, did not listen to what the lover said, and directly repeated his geographical location.

If he dies, the loss of blood will make his eyesight blurred.

However, he didn't dare to let go of his feet at all. He knew that there was still an ambush here—the fighting beast's ambush would definitely not have only one floor, and on the second floor, the fighting beast would block all reinforcements.

Sure enough, when they came to the first fork in the first section of the outskirts, they saw several cars chasing in their direction from different fork roads from a distance.

The poet took a sharp breath, and he turned the steering wheel to go around the main road, but the cars were driving too fast, and they came in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The poet had to be thankful that these female fighting beasts who were accustomed to assassination did not prepare extra rockets, otherwise if they gave them another shot, everything would be over.

The roof of one of the vehicles was pulled back, and the machine gun was once again mounted on it.

The poet kept turning the steering wheel until he completely rushed into the woods beside the road.

At this moment, he had to explain to Kunka.

He said, "I'll get out of the car later, and you keep going. I can hold them back, they can't catch you."

However, Cuenca did not accept such an explanation.

"You're fucking talking nonsense at this time, shut up!" Kunka cursed viciously.

"That's no good, if I live, you get hurt or... something, then I don't have to do anything in the future, I'm not a fighting beast, I—"

"I will support you!" Kunka slapped the poet's face, telling him to open his eyes a little and wake up a little.

Cuenca doesn't care if the poet is a fighting beast or anything else now, the poet has been with him for so many years, if he talks about dignity at this time, then Cuenca is not a human being.

Kunka groped around, and sure enough, he took out more guns from the cars of these female fighting beasts.He took the most powerful gun and pressed the button that opened the sunroof.

If you want to carry it, you can carry it together, if you want to die, you can die together.

He, Cuenca, has always been such a pair of brothers, and this time is no exception.

At the same time, after the lover on the other side hung up the phone, Perot immediately drove to the scene of the incident without hesitation.

Fortunately, this warehouse is not too far from the private airport, as long as the horsepower is turned on, it will be there in no time.

However, Lover did not do so, he said he had to wait for support.

"Otherwise, you can stay here and I will go there by myself." Love Saint is also very anxious, but he knows the severity.

He had already guessed that the fighting beast was attacking over there, otherwise the poet would not have been injured so badly.And in this case, he absolutely cannot let the owner take risks, and it is absolutely impossible——

"Drive!" Perot yelled and interrupted Love Saint, "You don't move the fuck, I'll go by myself!"

If you want him to go back to the villa and wait at this time-forget it, this is not Perot.

It was difficult for Love Saint to disobey the order, so he could only take Pero to the direction of the warehouse alone.

Along the way, he kept directing his own people to the same place for reinforcements, and at the same time, he ordered all non-fighting beast security guards to be fully armed and stationed in every warehouse and villa.

Perot's sweat quickly came out of his back and palms. He couldn't accept the current situation at all, but his thinking kept running in another direction—what if Cuenca was injured? If they were all injured, it must have been to protect Kunka to the last moment, and when Kunka faced the fighting beast alone——he stopped thinking about it.

Yes, if anything happens to Cuenca, he won't think about the future.

The rest of his life will have only one purpose - to kill Saga's family.

Whether it's his fighting beast, his wife, his daughter, his son, or even everyone who is related to him, even if it's just a guard guarding the gate for them, he will tear them to pieces.

Fuck, fuck!

Perrault drew the gun, but his hand shook too much to hold it firmly.The love saint freed one arm to hold him, and kept telling him-it's okay, the owner, you trust me, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay to see it with your own eyes.What the lover says doesn't count, what the poet says doesn't count, only what Cuenca says counts.

Perot didn't know how that day came, and he didn't know how he felt when they rushed to that place and watched four or five fighting beasts almost smashing the car into a sieve.

He felt nothing.

After the lover rammed into one of the cars with full power, he and the lover quickly got out of the car.

Love Saint jumped on the roof of the car, passed the two cars, and quickly wiped off the neck of one of the fighting beasts.Immediately after that, she drew her gun, and shot at the last two people who were not killed in a vengeance.

And Perrault directly opened the car door, Cuenca and the poet were out of bullets, Cuenca was shot, blood was dripping from his waist and legs.He still has a sliver of consciousness, but the poet is already unconscious.

Pero didn't know where the strength came from, so he simply dragged Cuenca out, bent over, and carried the bear-like Cuenka on his back.

Kunka seemed to know that reinforcements were coming, his arms tightened, and he said poet, poet.

Perot said that I fucking know, but you have to live, you fucking live for me first! ...

Perot tried his best to send Cuenca to his car, and when he turned back, Love Saint had already killed the five fighting beasts.He was also scratched on the back. It is estimated that the opponent did not have many bullets, so he used hand-to-hand combat.

But if it is a hand-to-hand fight, I am afraid that all the people in Saga will not have the ability to be a love saint.

He told Peroma to get back into the car immediately, while he himself dragged the poet out, put it on his shoulders, and ran to the car.

At this time, Rachel and more people finally caught up, and the clothes on her body were covered with her own blood, and she looked solemn, and steadily set up the gun at the target who was about to escape.

However, Perot's reaction was a step faster. When he saw the faint vehicle in the rearview mirror, he did not drive forward, but fell backward for a while.

The long and solid sniper bullets pierced the tree trunk in front, almost piercing the trunk.

Love Saint also took advantage of the time when the car was reversing, quickly stuffed the poet into the car, and nimbly dodged in, and immediately closed the car door and rolled up the window.

Then he pulled out the bazooka under the car mat and pushed open the sunroof. He didn't poke his head out, but only stretched out his two hands to fix the bazooka, aiming at the group of fighting beasts that were still trying to chase after him.

Perot quickly spun the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove hysterically towards the depths of the woods after the shell broke for them.