Chapter 177 Discovery
York was very fast. Although the restaurant was slightly larger than an average residential house, he quickly reached the main corridor connecting the various areas at the back.

Of course, there is only this one main road.

From the restaurant lobby, across the stairs to the second floor, there is a door.

Walking through the door and arriving at the main corridor, Yorks set up the Beretta 1301 shotgun. There was no expression on his face, only extreme calmness, appearing even more indifferent than before.

The main corridor connects the kitchen area, storage room, staff rest area and even the bathroom. The resting space in the back is actually quite nice in size.

But there is only this one main walkway, with a turn leading to the back door.

Before deciding to fight at the restaurant, York had already checked the spot once in advance.

I have a pretty good idea of ​​the layout here.

His pace began to slow down, and Yorks stared at the entrances and exits on the road, basically letting his vision and hearing go to the maximum.

Frequently confirm by cutting corners and walking around.

Fortunately, no deformed people were found, but when Yorks searched the intersection leading to the back door, he stopped holding his breath.

He heard footsteps.

Sure enough, there was someone coming from behind, but I didn't know if it was the man in the jacket.

The current situation is that I am in the dark and my enemies are in the open.

"One footstep represents one person, two footsteps represent two people." York leaned against the corner, listening to the footsteps turning to the right and counting silently in his heart.

The sound of human footsteps is as different as each individual human being, and the differences lie in the weight and walking gait of each individual human being.

He heard one light and two almost equally heavy footsteps. The light footsteps were easy to distinguish, but the heavy footsteps were two deformed persons that he could distinguish by analyzing the frequency of the fast and slow footsteps and the gait.

"So there are three people who sneaked in. Including the three in front and the two archers, there are already eight deformed people." York squinted his eyes and leaned against the wall waiting, without attacking immediately.

Because he is holding a gun and only needs to pull the trigger, instead of having to complete the two steps of drawing the bow and shooting the arrow.

Moreover, the distance is short and the layout of the intersection naturally limits the use of bows and arrows.

He is the advantaged party.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, York leaned against the wall, leaned over with the Beretta 1301 shotgun in both hands, and aimed it forward.

When the clear sound of footsteps was heard and the first deformed big foot appeared in front of him, York immediately pulled the trigger.

boom!
The first shot smashed the deformed foot that stepped out on the spot, and then his sight followed the muzzle of the gun and pointed it forward.

The deformed man, whose right foot was shattered, let out a scream of pain and fell out from the corner.

boom!
Looking at the figure that appeared in his field of vision, Yorks pulled the trigger again, causing the figure, who had lost his support due to the shattering of his right foot and fell to the ground, to bleed profusely on the spot.

In an instant, the freak confirmed the death of another person.

"! Ugh!! &&%#￥#＃＄"

The deformed man's voice rang in his ears simultaneously. York stood up and began to cut the corner quickly. When the second panicked deformed man appeared on the center line of the turning, York pulled the trigger for the third time.

boom!
A clear bloody hole appeared on the second target's chest. He stood there staring at York, and his ugly face became more and more hideous.

But York ignored him and aimed again at the third deformed man that appeared in his sight.

At this time, the third target was the last person. It reacted in a short time and quickly grabbed the small axe next to it and wanted to do something, but York pulled the trigger for the fourth time. Bang!
The third target had a bloody hole on his chest, and just like the second target, he fell straight down on the spot.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Leaning against the wall, he leaned over and kicked to stand up, killing the first target who fell out. He then quickly changed hands and cut the corner, killing the two deformed people behind him with two shots.

It was done in one go without any lag throughout the process.

But what made York frown was that there was no normal person. Suddenly, he heard a sound from the right, and his body showed a very obvious tingling reaction. He immediately hid in the aisle in front.

puff!
A black line appeared directly, nailed firmly to the wooden wall at the intersection, and trembled continuously.

"Out."

York immediately attacked and pulled the trigger at the figure who was hiding in the kitchen area at the same time.

boom!
Unfortunately, the opponent was so fast that he failed to hit the target with his arrow and immediately hid in the kitchen.

His shot missed, but York clearly saw the police uniform and the face of a normal person.

York had a blank expression on his face. He held the Beretta 1301 shotgun in his left hand with the handle on his shoulder. He repeatedly pulled out single-shot bullets from the ammunition bag with his right hand and continued to move forward, gradually approaching.

He was betting whether the man in the jacket would come out and shoot an arrow or a gun.

Yes, then the one who will die will be the man in the jacket, not him who loaded the bullet.

Click! The crisp sound of reloading was heard.

York had no intention of covering up, and four shotgun shells slid into the magazine under the gun.

After completing this step quickly, Yorks had already reached the kitchen area about one meter away, but the man in the jacket still did not appear.

Yorks instinctively cut the corner, and because the entrance and exit of the kitchen was on the right at this time, he could only perform the corner cutting tactic by changing hands.

Although this approach is not advisable, even elites from special forces will quickly switch to their strong hand after changing hands to cut the corner, but in fact, for Yorks, both his left and right hands can be strong hands.

Changing hands does not hinder his speed or accuracy.

But obviously, he was the attacker this time and was at a disadvantage compared to the defender.

"interesting."

At the maximum limit, York stopped cutting the corner, held his breath, released his right hand that was holding the guard, and suddenly stretched out the Beretta 1301 shotgun with his left hand, exposing it to the entrance of the kitchen.

puff!
A black line hit the Beretta 1301 shotgun accurately. The extremely huge impact force caused the Beretta 1301 shotgun to fly onto the wooden wall on the left with York's left hand.

Sure enough, when one concentrates one's whole body and mind, most people will react instinctively when they see anything unusual.

York decisively gave up the Beretta 1301 shotgun, quickly grabbed the Colt M1873 with his right hand, pulled it out, pressed down the hammer with his thumb, and dodged to attack.

In his mind at this moment, he had already roughly estimated the position of the man in the jacket through the arrows shot at him.

The moment he saw the figure, York pulled the trigger, and his left hand pressed down simultaneously, hitting the hammer so quickly that an afterimage appeared.

But when York saw everything clearly, he found that the man in the jacket was standing very cunningly at the middle control console in the kitchen.

boom!
When the first shot was fired, the man in the jacket quickly ducked and hid.

(End of this chapter)