Chương 74: Chapter 69
Norton plunged into the midst of the gun smoke, watching as the dark figures fell closer and closer to the ground. Gradually, an excited expression emerged on his face.
He was well aware of the minds of these civilians; they were driven by emotions. Unless they were complete strangers, they would be threatened. As for the survivor he had just taken down, he must have been unfamiliar with those two, hence their lack of concern.
Even if this black woman was like the man he had just dealt with, he could use her as a shield. At the very least, it would prevent her from easily firing her gun and allow him to leave calmly.
"Rustle!"
But just as Norton was thinking about what to do after capturing the black woman, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps beside him. Then, a sturdy figure rushed out and collided heavily with him.
The figure was Weyfeld. Sensing the approaching footsteps and gunfire, he detected the opponent's intention. As he stood up, he saw a figure moving swiftly in the gun smoke.
Realizing there was no time to shoot, he charged forward, using his own body to attack the opponent. Confident in his strength, he believed he could overpower them.
On the other side, Norton couldn't have expected someone among the civilians to act so decisively. Caught off guard, he was knocked down by Weyfeld. His shotgun flew out of his hand, but his reaction was quick. He reached out and grabbed Weyfeld's neck, pulling him down as well.
Instantly, the two figures tangled together, tumbling onto the snowy ground, covered in snow stains.
Although Norton was knocked down first, his experience in combat was extensive. He tightly gripped Weyfeld's neck with his arm, veins popping out as he used all his strength. After landing, he raised his fist and struck Weyfeld's head fiercely.
Weyfeld's face turned red as he struggled to free his neck from Norton's grip. Despite his body hitting the ground earlier, the force on his neck continued to increase, almost suffocating him.
No matter how hard he struggled, Weyfeld couldn't loosen the grip of the bald man's arm. Finally, as the opponent raised his fist, he had to use his hand to block.
But Weyfeld knew he couldn't hold out for long in this position. He desperately observed the bald man's movements, waiting for the right moment to strike back. When he spotted an opportunity as the opponent raised his hand, he clenched his fist tightly and aimed for the bald man's armpit, intending to disable his arm.
"Curses!"
Seeing the opponent's fist coming towards his armpit, Norton cursed inwardly. He quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding the punch. In the process, his grip on Weyfeld's neck loosened slightly.
Feeling the grip on his neck weaken, Weyfeld seized the opportunity to struggle fiercely. In a moment, he freed his head from the grip.
But before he could catch his breath, he saw a foot coming towards his face. His pupils contracted, and without thinking much, he quickly used his hands to protect his head.
Weyfeld didn't forget the fate of the thin young man just now. Even though he was strong, if he was kicked solidly, he might suffer the same fate.
Then he felt a tremendous force coming from his arms. With a sharp pain, his body involuntarily rolled backward.
Kicking the man away, Norton noticed that the gun smoke around them couldn't last much longer. He knew he would be exposed to these people soon. Without hesitation, he lunged towards Weyfeld, who was rolling on the ground. Regardless, he had to take a hostage first.
Although this man seemed tough, Norton had no other choice. Knocking him unconscious would yield the same result. Otherwise, if he tried to escape now, he would become a conspicuous target. He wasn't willing to bet that their bullets wouldn't hit him.
But before Norton could take any action, another figure suddenly emerged behind him. Holding a dagger emitting a cold light, she rushed towards his waist.
Norton had been vigilant since Weyfeld's sudden attack, constantly aware of his surroundings. He hadn't forgotten the two women. So when the black woman rushed out, he immediately sensed someone behind him and stopped his movements. He turned around and delivered a swift back kick, hitting the woman's abdomen and knocking her away.
"Ah!"
Sylvia didn't expect the opponent to react so quickly. Just as her dagger was about to hit its target, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Staggering back a few steps, she dropped her dagger, her face contorting in pain.
"So, you're here!"
With the gun smoke dissipating, Norton saw that the figure who had attacked him was the black woman. His eyes lit up, and he also noticed two girls with guns running towards them.
Quickly scanning the surroundings, he realized that the other woman was nowhere to be seen. Alert, he picked up the dagger Sylvia had dropped and approached her.
The fact that she had attempted to ambush him with a cold weapon meant that she probably didn't have her gun anymore, which pleased him. As long as he had this hostage, he had the upper hand!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Before Norton could take a step, gunfire suddenly erupted from his side. Instinctively, he dodged while continuing to move forward. There was no time for hesitation now.
As he moved forward, he reached out to grab the black woman crouching on the ground, intending to use her as a human shield to prevent the others from shooting.
But just as Norton bent down to reach for her, a foot viciously kicked towards his crotch.
Because Sylvia had been slammed hard in the abdomen, Norton assumed she wouldn't recover so quickly. Therefore, most of his attention was on his side and behind him. He didn't expect this move from the black woman.
Norton instinctively tried to clamp his legs together to stop her, but his reaction was still a step too late.
"Ah!"
The crotch was one of the most vulnerable areas for a man. A wave of excruciating pain surged through him, causing Norton to let out a horrifying cry. He released the dagger in his hand and instinctively knelt on the ground, his expression twisted in agony as he writhed on the ground.
This unexpected turn of events stunned everyone, whether it was Bryan and Sarah rushing over in haste, or Weyfeld, who had just been pushed away by Norton. It was beyond everyone's expectations.
Nevertheless, Weyfeld quickly regained his senses, rushing to Norton's side. He helped Sylvia up from the ground, asking her anxiously, "Are you okay?"
Supported by him, Sylvia sat down on the side of the truck, forcing a smile as she said, "I... I'm fine."
At this moment, Bryan and Sarah also arrived, panting heavily, asking if everything was alright.
The events just now were beyond everyone's expectations. Their original plan was to ambush from behind and take down the bald man and the two killers directly.
But they never expected the opponents to be so decisive. Before they could even take their positions, the opponents had already thrown grenades, not caring whether they would alert the military inside, completely disrupting their original plan.
This made Bryan and the others realize how ridiculous their plan was. When a dog is anxious,
it will jump over the wall. Not to mention that this bald man, who obviously had blood on his hands, was not to be trifled with.
Although the plan had flaws, they still intended to deal with this bald man, even though the process turned out to be somewhat dramatic.
"Hmm? Where's Anna?" Just as everyone's attention was on Sylvia, Bryan looked around and noticed Anna was nowhere to be seen.
Hearing this, Weyfeld also turned his gaze, pointing to behind a truck, saying, "She's right over..."
But as he said this, he suddenly froze in place, because he realized there was not a single figure where his daughter had been hiding.
"Watch out!"
Just then, Weyfeld suddenly heard a shout from behind Sylvia. Immediately, he felt someone pushing him forcefully from behind, causing him to stumble to the side.
At the same time, a gunshot rang out from somewhere, and after Weyfeld was pushed away, it hit Sylvia's body from behind!
"Bang!"
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