Chapter 150: Fight (Part 2)

Watson, who was hiding in the dark corner of the tavern, certainly noticed the gang members who were groping in from other places. He had already investigated the internal layout when the lights were still bright in the tavern.

He was hiding at the back door of the tavern at this moment. His five senses, which were becoming increasingly sharp due to his practice of secret teachings, had clearly heard the sound of stepping on snow falling from a high place. This second group of gang members was obviously more experienced. They did not carry oil lamps, but just moved towards the back door carefully, making almost no sound - almost no sound!

Even the action of pushing the door in was particularly subtle and cautious. First, they slowly opened a crack in the door, but did not go in directly, but quietly listened to the attackers inside without making any movement.

The gang members outside the door then safely pushed the gap of the back door further to a width that could accommodate one person in and out, and threw a pile of snow near the front door to make a sound to attract the enemy. Then they rushed in quickly and silently from the back door, and immediately rolled into the kitchen stove behind the back door according to the terrain they remembered.

However, when he rolled to the ground and raised his head, he saw two faint flames suddenly burst out in the darkness in front of him!

In the moment of astonishment and surprise, the adrenaline of this veteran who had been on the battlefield was secreted so quickly that he seemed to feel that the whole world seemed to slow down at this moment... Under the emergency reaction, he was able to clearly see that there were two rotating projectiles slowly rushing towards him in the flames!

He tried his best to turn around and dodge, and at the same time opened his mouth and shouted loudly, trying to remind his companions behind him, but he couldn't move his body. It turned out that the slow time was just his illusion. Although his mind could move at high speed, his body still needed to obey the laws of physics. !

When the nerve quick reaction time of this moment ended, blood flowers had bloomed in the center of his forehead, and the pistol that was originally tightly held also fell to the ground.

The companions who broke in later had already fired several shots at the attacker's location the moment they saw the sparks of gunfire. However, after the gunfire rang out, the sound of bullets in the darkness was as crisp as the sound of metal clashing, rather than the dull sound of hitting flesh and blood. It was obvious that all the bullets hit the cooking utensils in the kitchen.

The gang members who came down from the second floor were all retired soldiers from the battlefield. After failing to hit the target, they immediately retreated to the back alley of the tavern.

They were all well-trained thugs. They didn't care about the damage to the interior decoration of the tavern. They directly lit a gasoline bottle and threw it into the back kitchen of the tavern with a bang. The bright yellow flames followed the flow of clear gasoline. The back kitchen, which was originally shrouded in darkness, suddenly became abnormally bright, leaving the damn attacker nowhere to hide!

One of the big thugs even directly dismantled the heavy door panel of the back door of the tavern and held it in his hand as a mobile shelter. Under the protection of this heavy door panel shield, the subsequent thugs also lined up in a column and went in one after another.

However, what puzzled them was that the enemy's gunfire did not sound at this time, as if they were just letting them in casually... Is there any trap set up in the back kitchen?

"Brothers, stay alert! Leave a living person and don't kill them all, leave an explanation for the big boss."

The big leader said so, and the brothers behind him also responded in unison, and immediately turned their heads to scan the back kitchen baked by flames, one person was responsible for the alert in one direction to ensure that there would be no omissions.

Stove No. 1 - no target found.

Under the chopping board - no target found.

In front of the warehouse door - no target found.

Hall passage - no target found.

Although the burning kitchen was filled with thick, greasy black smoke, it could not blur the eyes of these professional thugs. They scanned the entire kitchen without missing a single thing, but never found the attacker. It seemed that the attacker had already escaped or moved to the hall.

However, they missed an important place... Sometimes the danger may not come from under your feet, but from above your head!

The attacker, hiding above the back door of the tavern like a lizard, quietly pulled out the sharp long knife embedded in the wall and fell silently, like a poisonous spider hanging from a spider web to catch those confused and scurrying mosquitoes.

A cunning knife light like a silver moon flashed in the back kitchen, followed by a sharp sound like a hot knife cutting off a candle. Three confused and ignorant heads fell to the ground. The leader only felt that the palm of his companion who was originally on his right shoulder suddenly loosened, and his neck had already felt the sharp knife wind that was colder than ice and snow.

After all, the big guy was a veteran of many battles. He knew that being stunned and surprised at this time would only hasten his death. So he immediately swung his arms and slapped the thick door shield in his arms behind him. At the same time, he loosened his hands, stepped back several steps and raised the pistol at his waist.

He pulled the trigger with one hand and pressed down the hammer with the other. The sparks of the gun flame burned five times. In the faint smoke spewing from the muzzle, he saw that the bullets he shot almost closely hit the same place, and blasted out a hole with a diffuse crack, but he could only see the back alley covered with gray snow in the hole... The attacker was nowhere to be found.

"Fuck! Where did the people go?!!!"

Although the big guy was confused, he would not stand there stupidly waiting for death to come.

He rolled sideways and hid behind the stove, while listening carefully to the surrounding sounds, but he could only hear the crackling sound of burning wood, and could not catch any movement or breathing at all, as if he was fighting against a silent ghost!

"Could it be those cultists with supernatural powers? Has the gang provoked those crazy guys recently?!"

The big guy thought so in his heart, and suddenly felt that his chances of winning were very low at the moment, but fortunately the welfare system of the Burton Brothers Gang was quite complete. Even if he died here, the gang would take good care of his young son... The current priority was no longer to kill the enemy, but to try to leave clues!

He immediately took out the dagger hidden in his boots and carved a mark on the wall of the stove behind him.

The sharp blade made a sharp sound of clacking as it slid across the wall, which was extremely abrupt in the kitchen where only the crackling sound of burning fire could be heard.

The big guy immediately saw a flash of silver light on the other side of the stove. With his mind highly focused, he immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and fired two shots at the silver light, shooting out all the remaining bullets in the revolver magazine... However, the silver light was not the attacker's blade, but a greasy kitchen knife with two bullets embedded in it!

A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly whistled from above his head. Even though the big guy had raised his dagger to block the bullet the moment he found that the bullet missed, he still couldn't resist the attacker's slash. The dagger made of fine steel faced the enemy's blade, just like butter encountering a hot blade. It didn't even make a sound of swords clashing, and was easily cut off, just like his shoulder blade that was casually split.

The pain of the broken limb and the fear of dying surged into his heart. The big guy's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't make any screams or wails. Instead, he stared at the shadow that jumped from the stove to the front. His only remaining right arm also loosened the revolver, and quietly carved on the wall behind him with his bloody fingers... Even if I die, I will leave useful clues for the gang!

You damn cultists, just wait, the big boss will definitely avenge me! ! !