"Are you alright?"
Jessie, whose hand Jack was holding, asked with concern when she saw his pale face.
"I have a slight headache, but it's fine now."
Jack shook his head. He had just figured out sothing new and was trying to adjust the sensitivity of his various senses, especially improving his hearing to filter out various noises.
He had heard that the army had active noise-canceling headphones that could actively filter out gunshots and explosions in the battlefield environnt without affecting the observation of footsteps and conversations between teammates.
He could now barely achieve this effect to so extent by adjusting his perception.
It was indeed the right decision to co out for a trip. The more experiences he had, the better he could hone his skills. He just felt a little bad for Hannah. She was not able co with him on the trip.
The sound of the flowing water grew louder and louder. Jack peeked out from behind a large tree and looked around. The view ahead suddenly opened up, and a river beach appeared more than a hundred ters away.
A small river andered down from the mountain, carving out a river beach made of pebbles, with several large rocks standing on it.
"Found them, uh…"
Seeing him hesitate, Jessie curiously pressed closer to him, looking in that direction, and then froze.
Francine was lying on her back on a large rock, Evan in a strange position beside her. They were having intercourse in the wild.
Jack peeked again.
"Should we interrupt them?" Jessie whispered, her expression complicated.
[A/n: I still don't understand, here people lives are in danger, but you guys waited till they F*cked, for what, for soone to die?]
After waiting with her for a long ti, the two on the riverbank finally ended their intimacy.
The two behind the tree breathed a sigh of relief, just about to appear after the couple dressed, when the unexpected happened.
From the dense forest on the opposite bank of the river, a crossbow bolt suddenly shot out, piercing Evan's eye socket and exiting from the back of his head.
Francine, seemingly still dazed, was wiping blood from her face with so confusion.
Several more crossbow bolts flew, all embedding themselves in Evan until the fletching was gone. Only then did Francine seem to realize sothing was wrong; her hands were covered in blood, and she let out a scream.
"Francine, run!"
Jessie jumped out from behind the tree and shouted to her best friend, but Jack pulled her back. Several bolts pierced the tree trunks, the shafts still vibrating and humming.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out as Jack, gripping his FK 7.5mm, fired continuously, knocking down two ugly figures that had just jumped out of the grass on the opposite bank.
But the crossbow bolts continued to rain down, and figures flashed through the grass; at least five or six crossbows were firing in turn.
Jack loaded a second magazine, trying to continue providing cover, but then realized with dismay that the redhead had lost her mind. She sat up from the rock, screaming hysterically.
"Francine, run! Run!"
Jessie was still crying and shouting to warn her best friend, but she could only watch helplessly as a crossbow bolt pierced through Francine's shoulder blade and exited below her collarbone. The girl scread and fell off the rock.
Jack was now sowhat frightened. He had already taken down at least five grotesque-looking n, three of whom struggled to their feet, clutching their wounds and fleeing back. Among them was the guy whose wrist he had broken and whose hand he had blown off with a single shot.
Watching this guy scream and run back into the woods, Jack could hardly believe his eyes. Although he had only used ordinary 7.5mm flat-nosed bullets instead of hollow-point bullets, this was still a hand cannon with a caliber close to that of a rifle bullet.
That guy had lost a hand and taken a bullet, yet he could still scramble to his feet and run away. Did these people not feel pain?
The crossbow bolts from the opposite side continued to fire, becoming increasingly accurate. Jack had emptied another magazine, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to suppress the enemy.
Francine was still crying out in place. Several fearless n were trying to cross the stream. Jack fired several shots, knocking them all down. Their blood flowed downstream with the river, but almost the next mont, two more rushed out of the woods.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Jack didn't hesitate or waste words. He grabbed Jessie's hand and ran back. He only had one full magazine left, and there were at least four crossbows firing from the other side — modern crossbows with a range of over 200 ters. Even a rifle would have a hard ti suppressing them.
It took them more than 20 minutes to reach the river from the dirt road, but only 10 minutes to run back. Halfway there, feeling the danger behind them getting closer, Jack simply tucked his pistol back under his arm, picked up Jessie, and started sprinting.
"Hey, are you guys alright?"
Scott peeked out from behind the car furtively. Seeing that it was Jack carrying Jessie, he seed relieved.
"Get in, run!"
Jack didn't have ti to explain. He sped up and jumped onto the embanknt.
Scott finally had a mont of wit. He threw away the wooden stick he was holding, went around to the passenger side from the front of the car, opened the door, and climbed in.
Jack put Jessie down, opened the back door, shoved her inside, and then climbed into the back seat himself. He slamd the door shut and yelled at Carly in the driver's seat, "Drive, now!"
Before he could finish speaking, a crossbow bolt thudded into the hood of the car. Carly scread and slamd on the gas.
Jack expected Jessie to angrily question him about abandoning Francine, but instead, the girl clung to his arm, crying silently.
Scott and Carly in the front seats, however, kept asking what had happened between Francine and Evan, and who had shot the arrow.
[A/n:
Jessie: " I was very horny, so I watched and waited till they f*cked each other before calling them. But alas, they got shot. Well Evan shot into Francine, and then these killers also shot her, but they shot Evan first." ]
Jack was confused too. He'd never seen so many bizarre, deford people. Their limbs looked normal, but their facial features and skin were terrifying and unusually fierce, as if they felt no pain.
He briefly explained what had happened, and the two were speechless for a while before Scott finally asked weakly, "Is Francine dead?"
Jack shook his head. "I don't know. At least she was alive when we left. There were too many of them; we had to retreat."
"Help Francine! Please, we can't just abandon her like this. I can't do it!"
Jessie finally stopped crying and pleaded with Jack. Jack was conflicted.
The humiliating escape had left him feeling uneasy, but these deford people were incredibly fierce and nurous; they were going to be difficult to deal with.
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