Chapter 179 The End
The dim and quiet restaurant lobby.

Julian could be heard breathing heavily, and he looked back with a worried look on his face.

Just now, he could hear gunshots coming from inside, which meant that York had encountered the enemy, but now there was sudden silence, making it completely impossible to figure out what was going on inside.

"How is he?"

Thinking of York, Julian felt inexplicably anxious. He leaned over the raised dining table and looked outside.

At this moment, it is still quiet here.

He had no idea what was going on outside, whether the enemy had already sneaked in or was still hiding at the gate.

He was just an ordinary state trooper, with some training and some experience he heard from his uncle when he was a child.

In fact, there is no actual combat.

The silence in the restaurant made him feel instinctively uneasy, and if he didn't do something he instinctively felt as if the enemy was approaching quietly.

Looking outside, everything seemed calm, not as obvious as before.

But suddenly, he heard a very light sound of footsteps coming from outside.

"coming!"

Julian's heart tightened. He leaned forward, raised the Remington M870 shotgun in his hand, and fired directly at the source of the sound, which was the wooden wall next to the window.

boom!
Buckshot pellets scattered across the wooden wall, leaving tiny holes.

But what Julian didn't know was that the sound ringing in his ears actually had a certain degree of error. The direction of the sound source he heard could only give him an idea of ​​the opponent's approximate movement. Without a lot of experience and actual combat, it was actually very difficult to hit someone from a distance.

There was no scream, and Julian immediately knew that he had missed.

The first moment he knew he was in trouble, he quickly grabbed the Remington M870 shotgun and lowered his head to hide under the dining table in front of him.

And at the moment he hid, he found a figure appearing in front of the window.

With a puff, it felt like a strong wind was blowing on the top of my head.

Julian subconsciously looked back and saw that the arrow that pierced through the dining table hit the wooden wall behind it directly, shaking continuously.

Julian witnessed the power of the bow and arrow for the first time. He cursed inwardly, then quickly lay down on the ground and crawled forward.

puff!
With another "puff" sound, another arrow shot through the fragile dining table and shot towards the back.

Julian was completely unable to fight back. He just instinctively found a good position, which was the cashier counter in front, and then tried to do other things.

Fortunately, the dining table in the restaurant concealed his crawling figure and he was not discovered by the deformed people outside.

In the eyes of the deformed man standing at the window, apart from the set-up dining table and the normally arranged dining table, he did not see any human presence. He just drew his bow and continued to shoot at the set-up dining table.

While stammering in non-human language, another companion standing next to him.

"! Ugh!! &&%#￥#＃＄"

The other companion also responded with words that humans could not understand and climbed towards the window.

The deformed man in charge of archery stood in front of the window, pulled the bow, and was ready to shoot. He continued to be vigilant and cautious about everything, and would shoot an arrow if he saw anything unusual.

The voices of the two deformed people were not so quiet that Julian, who was about to crawl to the cashier counter, could not hear them. He tilted his head and took a look through the gap under the table.

I noticed a darker shadow projected on the floor. "Damn it!"

Julian couldn't help but become anxious. It was just a black shadow on the floor. He didn't see the enemy and he didn't know the enemy's exact location.

In an instant, two options flashed through his mind: stand up and shoot? Or continue to hide?

Standing up and shooting was really a big test for him, because there were two enemies and he didn't have strong shooting skills to kill two enemies in a row.

Hiding, but with the enemy already walking in to search, it seemed like waiting for death.

"Damn it! Fight!"

Julian gritted his teeth, stopped crawling, looked at the darker shadow on the floor through the gap under the dining table, stood up suddenly, and raised his Remington M870 shotgun.

At the first moment, because he was the one who attacked from the dark first, he had the upper hand, and the first thing Julian saw was a deformed man who had climbed in from the window holding an axe.

Without much hesitation, Julian fired.

boom!
The deer bullet sprayed out from the muzzle and hit the deformed man who was holding an axe and looking surprised.

At such a short distance from the windowsill to the middle, the No. 12 buckshot bullet itself had a strong stopping power, which blasted the surprised deformed man about one step away and knocked him onto the dining table.

After doing this, within a split second, Julian noticed the deformed man with the bow and arrow. He stared at him with wide eyes, feeling that he could do nothing about it.

No matter how you look at it, whether he wants to hide or shoot, the deformed man is basically faster.

It seemed that they had entered the death zone. Julian saw the slightly smiling face of this deformed man.

At this critical moment, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out, scaring Julian awake.

Bang bang bang bang bang.!

Julian stood there in a daze, watching the deformed man who was drawing the bow and arrow, blood appearing on his hand, and the arrow aimed at him was raised up and shot out.

Then, under a series of gunshots, blood splattered all over the deformed man's head and chest, and then he fell straight down.

"Shit!" Julian cursed subconsciously from the bottom of his heart, and then he felt weak all over and sat down on the ground.

The steady footsteps behind him were followed by a voice: "Are you okay?"

Julian turned his head and saw the familiar tall figure. As a grown man, he unexpectedly felt the long-lost sense of security return to himself one day.

"It's okay." Julian shook his head, but couldn't help but say:
"I thought I was going to die! Damn it, now I just feel weak all over, without any strength at all."

Coming out from the back, York glanced at the front hall, which was clear of any abnormalities, and said calmly, "You feel weak all over because your protective mechanism is taking effect.
Just now your heart rate exceeded its usual rate, and your body secreted a large amount of hormones at a high speed in an instant.

From the moment you stand up and shoot, you should feel that time slows down, as if everything is in your field of vision at that moment.”

Julian was stunned, watching York walk past him, his eyes following York all the time:
"How do you know so much?"

The situation just now was exactly as York said, exactly the same.

"Because I've experienced it many times." Yorks answered calmly, walked towards the window, looked outside, then sorted out the Glock 17 with only one round left in his hand, and said calmly.

"All the enemies should be here. It seems that there are not thirteen people as planned, but nine."

(End of this chapter)