Chapter 178 Good Enemy

The first shot missed beautifully.

But it didn't matter. York pressed down the hammer with his left thumb and aimed the second shot directly at the gap in the middle of the control panel, trying to hit the figure hiding inside.

But it was obvious that the man in the jacket had a very keen combat instinct. He quickly leaned over and hid inside. He did not hide there directly, but felt that the hollow in the middle was very dangerous and moved forward quickly.

boom!
Since he was aiming at the original position, York's second shot missed again.

boom!
York's left hand seemed to be turned upward, and his index finger followed by his thumb continued to press down the hammer.

But the third rapid-fire shot still missed.

The figure of the man in the jacket has disappeared from the hollow center of the console.

The whole process happened in less than one second, which means that both sides were extremely fast.

When York lost the figure of the man in the jacket, he stopped shooting, but there was a hint of excitement for fighting in his eyes.

He didn't know how long it had been since he encountered an enemy who could hold out against him for so long.

It's really interesting to fight when you have been trained to the point where you can't go any further.

York took off the night vision helmet on his head and looked at the empty space. Only the control panel in the middle was there, and the steel frame on the right, with the stove inside, he took a step forward.

The vent on one side of the wooden wall facing the stove had already been opened.

It turned out that it came from here.

Yorks reached out and slapped the light switch next to him.

With a click, the lights came on, illuminating every corner of the kitchen.

He was too lazy to fight an enemy with excellent night vision in such a dark environment.

The man in the jacket had started off badly and seemed to him to have reached a dead end.

at the same time.

The lights also alarmed the man in the jacket hiding inside the control panel. He was seen hiding under the control panel and silently pulling the bow and arrow in his hand.

Compared to modern firearms, bows and arrows are his strong point. Just like his brothers and sisters, he cannot use firearms. Neither the accuracy nor the speed can compare to the bows and arrows he is used to.

He wanted to stand up and shoot when the lights came on, but suddenly a gunshot rang in his ears, and he had to stop attacking.

boom!
The bullet hit the control panel above his head and bounced towards the stove inside.

And fell beside him.

The man in the jacket stared at the flattened bullet head, and the bloodthirst in his eyes became even stronger.

Sure enough, his feeling was correct. The man who gave him a dangerous feeling was indeed very dangerous.

Since he grew up, he had never seen such a strong prey.

boom!
The fifth shot was still ringing in his ears, and the man seemed to be excited.

The man in the jacket's hands began to tremble. He heard footsteps approaching, pulled the bow and arrow, and began to move towards the hollow in the middle.

But he was shocked to find that York had been staring at this side, with the dangerous muzzle of his gun already aimed at him. His hair stood on end, and the man in the jacket shrank back instantly without even bothering to shoot.

boom!
The bullet went straight through the hollow in the middle and hit the stove, creating a spark.

This damn feeling of oppression is so strong!
The man in the jacket finally realized how hard the wall his brothers and sisters had hit was.

Vaguely feeling a little regretful, the man in the jacket gritted his teeth and listened to the footsteps approaching. Confirming that they were moving to the right, the man in the jacket silently put down the bow and arrow in his hand, reached out to take the small axe from his waist, and continued to look at the hollow space in the middle.

He saw the gun York used when he tried to shoot an arrow through the hollow just now.

The Colt M1873 has a capacity of six rounds. He heard five rounds fired, so there should be only one bullet left. As the footsteps continued to sound, trying to move to the front of the console, the man in the jacket suddenly attacked, quickly passing through the hollow in the middle of the console and moving sideways.

When he saw that York, who had been moving to the right side of the control panel, had indeed shifted the muzzle of his gun, he threw the small axe in his hand fiercely.

He just wanted to bet whether York dared to die with him.

If you hide, your accuracy will inevitably be affected.

If York doesn't dodge, he will die. As long as he is not shot in the head, he may not die. Born in a deformed family, he has strong recovery ability.

But at this moment, the man in the jacket heard a voice inexplicably.

"That's quite heroic." York, who had been prepared, fired the last shot of the Colt M1873 at the small axe in the air.

boom!
The bullet and the hatchet collided with each other, sparks flew, and they flew in all directions.

What made the man in the jacket terrified was that York, who had shot the axe away, actually took out another pistol.

And a gun? The man in the jacket knew he had made a huge mistake.

And there is actually someone who is always ready with so many guns during his travels. He has killed so many people over the years, but he has never encountered such a character.

The man in the jacket gritted his teeth and rushed forward at a very fast speed, still gambling on the chance of both sides suffering losses.

It was only a few steps away, and he didn't believe that York could shoot so quickly and still be accurate at such a fast shooting speed.

His strongest point is not his bow and arrow, but his physical skills.

When he got close to York, he heard a gunshot and felt a pain in his chest. The man in the jacket knew that he had made the right bet. In a short period of time, York only had time to fire one shot.

The man in the jacket clenched his right fist, lowered his center of gravity, and wanted to punch York on the head, but he was surprised to find that York in front of him dodged and moved sideways at some point, all in one go.

This damn prey not only has amazing shooting skills, but also has such skills?

There was a sound of explosion and his right punch missed.

Seeing York about to make a move, the man in the jacket's pupils shrank and he raised his right knee, but as York dived down, his left fist pierced the air and hit the man in the jacket's right abdomen hard.

boom!
There is liver tissue in the right upper abdomen. If it is hit accurately, it will trigger the vagus nerve reflex, inhibit sympathetic excitement, cause a sudden drop in heart rate, and a sharp decrease in blood supply.

As a result, the athletic ability will decline rapidly, and in severe cases, people may faint or suffer from shock.

The man in the jacket showed a look of pain on his face and roared, and continued to forcefully drive towards York with his right knee.

He still has a chance!
Seeing the man in the jacket showing pain under his liver-breaking fist but still able to continue to move, York's eyes showed an extreme calmness. His legs, which were already bent at the knees, took advantage of the force to lean back and fall straight to the ground.

The man in the jacket raised his right knee into the air and saw York fall backwards to the ground. He stepped down hard, but found that York was already far enough away. He opened his eyes wide with a look of pain on his face, staring at the gun pointed at him.

boom!
York held the Glock 17 in his right hand and shot the thigh, causing it to shift in position. He then raised the muzzle and quickly aimed it at the normal face of the man in the jacket.

"goodbye,"

As Yorks spoke, bang!

The man in the jacket was stunned. He looked down at York, who was lying on the floor with a pistol in his hand and an expressionless face.

"You fucking bastard!" He opened his mouth with a bloody hole in his nose and cursed the last words.

Bang bang bang!
York pulled the trigger and shot the head in front of him, then kicked out with his right foot and forcibly kicked away the body with a messy face that was falling towards him.

"He's a good opponent, but unfortunately he doesn't know how to use a gun."

Yorks glanced at the motionless body of the man in the jacket lying beside him, shook his head, stood up, and continued walking out of the kitchen.

　Wow, I had some things to deal with, so I came back very late. I rushed and rushed, but luckily I finally finished coding a few minutes before twelve o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)