Chapter Ninety-Seven Rescue, Accidental Death

With this kind of injury, Bobby could still struggle to escape, but they were cruising in the distance, like jackals on the African wasteland, waiting for the prey to flee in panic, draining the last drop of blood, and then savagely pounced on it and bit him.

However, the jackal is only for survival and food, these people are purely for enjoyment and killing, they are countless times inferior to the jackal.

With a dozen of the steering wheel, Luke approached a car from the side.

The man in the other side of the car was holding a bow and arrow and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, if you want to participate, you need to ask our permission first, George... um, what about George?"

At this moment, Luke just drove the car to the level of the slowly moving car, and raised his right hand.

Snapped!

The driver who looked at him with a surprised face shot his head on the spot.

As soon as he stepped on the brakes and bowed his head, the man on the car body was also exposed to his shooting range.

Snapped!

Headshot again.

Two gunshots rang, and the intercom of the two people in the opposite car rang: "Hey, who are you shooting? Didn't you say that guns can't be used for hunting?"

Luke hehe, stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road pickup quickly leaned towards another car.

Snapped! Snapped!

Luke's off-road vehicle quickly drove to Bobby, who was still struggling to escape, opened the door and got out of the car, and grabbed the little guy: "Hey, see clearly, it's me."

Bobby saw Luke's face clearly, and was stunned: "You, you are also one of his group?"

Luke: ⊙_⊙! Your brain circuit is really amazing.

With a dark face, he shouted in a low voice, "Are you blind? I just killed the four of them and saved you."

Bobby was stunned for a moment, looked at the two cars not far away, and sure enough, there was no movement.

With a dark face, Luke quickly checked Bobby's injuries, helped him up, and put him on the back seat of a truck: "Lie down. I'll take you when I get rid of this group of murderers for fun. Go to the doctor. When someone comes, try not to say anything, just play dead in the car."

As he said that, he wanted to close the door.

Bobby suddenly said, "Please, save my parents, and my sister."

Luke waved his hand: "Of course I can save me, otherwise why would I save you." He closed the door, ignoring the little boy who wanted to keep nagging.

He doesn't have time to chat here, Selena is still squatting in the tree hole alone.

Quickly clean up these guys before he can go back to pick up Selena, he really doesn't feel comfortable putting her there.

He drove forward again, and not long after he heard a sound from the other direction, the steering wheel turned and turned.

Looking from a distance, Luke sneered in his heart.

The shopkeeper, Gus, was here, leaning against a middle-aged woman with a smirk on his face.

This woman is of course Bob's wife, Bobby's mother, Isaiah.

Her face was full of despair and fear, and she cried out in her mouth, but her hands were pulled by several people, controlling her body movement.

Luke stopped the car far away, and he didn't want his car to disturb these fun-loving scumbags.

He quickly approached the group of people from the woods, and when he finally appeared beside the group of men, no one cared.

Their attention was all on the struggling and suffering Isaiah, where would they pay attention to their surroundings.

It's their playground, there's no chance of a problem.

Among the group of people, except for Gass, Luke heard the voices of several other people a little familiar, and it seemed that they were the ones who went to the hotel to transport them.

Thinking about the content of these people's chats before, Luke probably understands that these people should be the ones who are responsible for the real entertainers.

Finding targets, carrying, guarding vehicles, and even collecting corpses at the end may all be done by these people.

Judging from the looks, clothes and behavior of these people, it is obvious that they are not rich people, but they look like migrant workers.

They are many,

Three cars and seven people.

But they are not as dangerous as the people who chased down Bobby's two cars just now.

The two cars were still separated, and the people in the car were still holding bows and crossbows. Most of the people in this group had taken off more than half of their hoods, clothes, and trousers.

Luke's two fists didn't use a boxing stance, and directly hit these guys on the back of the head with the gesture of smashing a gopher.

When men do certain things, their attention will be very concentrated, so their response to the outside world will be very slow.

These guys are just that.

Within two seconds, they fell to the ground with smirks on their faces.

Luke stepped forward and stomped the feet of these people to ensure that the soles of the feet were powder fractured, and then he kicked the unconscious shopkeeper Gass away.

This kick was filled with hatred, causing the shopkeeper's lumbar spine to make a crisp clicking sound.

While Isaiah was still crying, Luke grabbed the shirt that someone took off and covered her: "Okay, Isaiah, I'm Luke."

Before Isaiah could stop, he was pulled up by him and stuffed into the car next to him: "Isaiah, I don't have time to waste with you. You are here by yourself, put on your clothes, find weapons, hide in Don't say anything in the car, I'll go save your husband and daughter."

Saying that, he left.

Isaiah's situation is really bad, UU reading www. uukanshu.com But her body was not seriously traumatized, much better than her son Bobby.

Luke didn't have the patience to say anything more to her, just a few reminders.

However, along the way, Luke also packed 25 people and 11 cars.

There won't be too many people and cars, but he hasn't noticed the high-pitched game host.

When he circled the car to the place where the incident started, he found that Bob was covered in all kinds of scars, and he fell dead in the woods a few hundred meters away, with a look of despair on his face.

Obviously, he was the first to be killed.

But... what about other gamers?

Luke turned his ears and stopped, but he didn't hear anything.

He packed twenty-five people across and on the side of the lake, but the host of the remaining people was not alert, which was very abnormal.

Luke frowned and drove quickly along a path with faint traces of vehicles passing by.

In less than two minutes, he came to a small clearing in the woods, and his pupils shrank: what's going on?

Four cars were parked here, but the clearing was a mess, and ten apparently gamers swooped in everywhere.

Luke stopped and got out of the car, raised the gun in his hand, and leaned over quickly.

After walking through the field, he was sure that all ten people were dead, and they died horribly.

Some people had their stomachs cut open, some people's heads were sunken like shriveled fruits, and some people were like jiu-jitsu players, their bodies bent into weird arcs.

The game host was standing with his back against a tree, and when he got closer, he found that his chest was penetrated by a broken branch from the tree, and he was hung on the trunk like this.

At the same time, Luke smelled a strange fishy smell in his nose.