Infinite Sims

Chapter 12 The Murderer
Five minutes later, Charles and others arrived after hearing the gunshots.

"Dead, all dead."

The faces of everyone were a little gloomy.

Charles had no expression on his face. He didn't expect that three more people would die within 15 minutes of separation, without even having time to use the communicator.

Three teammates, a short arrow pierced the throat, a wooden gun pierced, and a throat torn.

Two died from traps and one should have died from a canine bite.

Judging from the cause of their deaths, the murderer should have kept a hunting dog, and had set traps here long before they entered the forest.

Even, it is very likely that there are many similar traps around.

A terrible thought came to Charles' mind.

Perhaps, it wasn't that the murderer was eyeing their team, but that they took the initiative to step into the murderer's hunting ground and became the prey.

Charles has been a poacher for more than ten years, traveling all over the world, from beggars and gangsters to wealthy businessmen and politicians.

Among them, he has seen many "murderers" who have lost their humanity and take pleasure in killing people.

These "murderers" usually choose different targets, ranging from improvisational to regular, and the most terrifying is the hunting ground.

They will transform an area into their own hunting ground, and then treat all humans who step into this area as prey, and pursue and kill indiscriminately.

Obviously, he and others should have encountered this kind of "murderer" now.

In the face of this "killer", no matter how well-equipped, no matter how accurate and sophisticated the marksmanship and tactics are, it is useless.

This made him feel angry at the same time, and a chill came to his heart from the soles of his feet.

"I can't stay in this forest anymore, I have to go out."

Charles made up his mind.

The ghost knows how many such traps have been installed around here, and it is night again, and how many lives are not enough.When I turned back and was about to say my guess, I suddenly found that the number of people was wrong.

In addition to himself, there are only five people around.

Two people are missing.

"What about Kesheed, Rubio and Brownback?"

Charles looked at Kesheed, who was at the back.

Of these five people, one is on a team with himself, the other three are on a team, and Kesheed is on a team with Rubio and Brownback who are not here.

Hearing his words, Keshid looked puzzled: "Aren't they right behind me..."

Halfway through his words, he was stunned when he saw that there was no one behind him.

Charles said coldly: "Where are the people?"

Keshid shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it: "Impossible, we came here together when we heard the gunshots, and they even talked to me in the middle."

Charles didn't ask any more. Kesheed and Rubio Brownback had a good relationship, and it was impossible to attack them. Thinking about it, he was probably in danger.

A group of people probed the line where Keshid had just come.

Sure enough, Rubio and Brownback were quickly found.

The two were separated by a hundred meters, and they had turned into two immobile corpses. The fatal wounds were all in the throat, and it seemed that the throat was cut by a sharp weapon.

It can be seen from the fallen posture that they should be on their way. They were killed by the "killer" who covered their mouths from behind and slit their throats. Finally, they were placed lightly on the ground to avoid making a sound.

Had the road been longer, Xheed might have died too.

Seeing this, Charles' face turned even darker.

Wouldn't it be better if the rest of the team huddled together after the first teammate died?
"what!"

Suddenly, Keshid let out a scream.

The others immediately raised their guns and looked around, only to see Kesid sitting on the ground in pain, covering his calf tightly.

There was a trap on the calf, the sharp spikes had penetrated deeply into the meat, and even pierced into the bone, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound.

Keshid wailed in pain: "Quick, help me untie it, please!"

Except for Charles, the others immediately stepped forward, trying to use the tools they carried with them to open the trap.

"not coming back!"

Charles found that there was a mess of dead leaves around Kesheed, and he was not in a good mood, so he spoke quickly.

The voice just fell, only to hear a pop.

A large net instantly rose from the ground, covering Kesheed and the four people next to him, and quickly pulled it to a high altitude.

clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter!
One of them pulled the trigger in panic, and the bullets flew.

The screams of teammates, the crackling of trees, and various sounds intertwined, like the lament of hell.

After just a few seconds, there were only screams above.

There was only Charles on the ground, and when he found that there was no gunshots, he dared to stand up from behind the tree and look at the tree net trap.

"This is not a trigger trap, the murderer is nearby!"

Charles was alert and hurriedly turned his body away.

A short arrow ripped through his sleeve from the side, leaving a bloodstain half a finger's length on his arm.

Behind a tree 30 meters away.

"It's worth it after I bought the formula and experimented hundreds of times to get the final formula. With the neurotoxin gas produced by the formula, they unknowingly lowered their perception of the outside world, and I didn't need to do anything. Nearly half were killed and wounded."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jiang Ren threw off his crossbow and walked towards Charles without any concealment.

That familiar bearded man looked really kind.

"It was you who killed me?"

When he came back to his senses, Charles was about to find an obstacle to hide when he found Jiang Ren swaggering towards him.

And the speed is very slow, slower than eight or ninety-year-olds.

"Isn't it obvious enough?"

Jiang Ren smiled. Charles should have seen the movement of his bow and crossbow just now.

"Bastard, why are you doing this?"

Charles pointed the gun at Jiang Ren and issued an angry question, but he soon felt that the question was superfluous.

Just like ordinary people need food and water, does a murderer need a reason to kill?

Jiang Ren spread his hands: "Because you want to kill me."

Hearing this answer, Charleston became furious: "Why are we going to kill you? Have we ever done anything to you from the beginning to now?"

Jiang Ren blinked innocently: "Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

"Damn it! You lunatic!"

Charles shot at Jiang Ren's left leg.

He didn't know why the murderer dared to walk towards him at such a distance, but he would never give up this opportunity.

First, let’s start by restricting the actions of the murderer.

Bah!
Jiang Ren's footsteps stopped, and the bullet grazed within a finger of the edge of his thigh.

"Your marksmanship is good."

Jiang Ren smiled, as if nothing had happened, and continued to move forward at the original speed.

Charles only thought that Jiang Ren had a bad luck, cursed in his heart, and shot him in the leg again.

Bah!Bah!Bah!
After several shots in a row, Jiang Ren was blessed by the gods, and every time he avoided the bullets dangerously and dangerously.

"Impossible, this is definitely not something that humans can do!"

It wasn't until after finishing a clip that Charles finally realized that something was wrong.

Dodging bullets usually only appears in film and television works. Although there are occasional examples in reality, in addition to strength, luck accounts for the vast majority.

And it is absolutely impossible to be as relaxed and comfortable as a "killer"!
(End of this chapter)