Three Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Battle, Really - Can't Be Killed

After taking a few steps, the burly figure bent down, pulled out the weapon stuck on the neck of the county policeman on the ground, and walked towards Luca Barton's car again.

He picked up the weapon in his hand and shattered the glass of the driver's seat, revealing Luca Barton's face full of despair and horror: "Go to hell, you monster!"

boom!

The burly figure was beaten backwards and fell.

Luca Barton seemed to be stunned for a while, and then laughed wildly: "Haha, dead, you monster. Come back if you have the ability! Hahahaha!"

He was holding the Remington shotgun in the police car, and it was against it that Luca Barton finally knocked down the burly figure.

Luke narrowed his eyes and looked at the field, still watching silently.

Two seconds later, the burly figure lying on the ground straightened up again and got up. Luca Barton's laughter stopped abruptly: "Impossible! Why don't you die! Monster, you die!"

boom! boom!

Two more shots of the shotgun sounded. This time, the burly figure just staggered back two steps, then stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Ah!" A moment later, in a shrill scream, the burly figure forcibly dragged Luca Barton out of the car.

Originally stuck in the right shoulder by a branch and unable to move, he is finally free now, at the cost of leaving his left hand on the branch in the car.

He screamed and rolled twice, turning into a prone posture, struggling and crawling on the ground, trying to escape the inevitable fate.

The burly figure was silent, raising the weapon in his hand high.

Swish!

Luca Barton's screams and movements stopped instantly, his body still maintained a crawling posture, but his head had already flown out.

Pfft!

Luka Barton's headless body fell on the muddy ground.

Click! Boom!

An electric light illuminates the world again.

In the rainy night forest, the burly figure slowly turned his head and looked at Luke, who was dozens of meters away.

The corners of Luke's mouth were raised, his feet exerted force, and quickly... slipped away.

The burly figure chased after him without hesitation, and a few minutes later, a scream rang out.

Luke stood still and looked at the burly figure walking again not far away.

Not far behind the burly figure is the last county police officer who escaped, but it has become two parts up and down.

Luke took a deep breath, looked at the burly figure approaching at a constant speed, raised his hand with a smile, and pulled Glock's trigger.

clap clap!

The burly figure trembled, paused in place, shook his head and continued forward after a while, the steps under his feet hurried.

Luke ashamed: "It seems that rainy days still affect the shooting accuracy."

His first double-click, originally aimed at the eyes of the burly figure, only hit the face.

However, it's okay for this guy to be hit by a car. He can get up again after two seconds to kill and kill. Luke doesn't think these two shots can kill each other.

When the voice fell, the burly figure quickly approached him, and the weapon in his hand was raised again.

Luke pouted, his feet exerted force, the whole person quickly retreated, and Glock in his hand fired again.

clap clap!

This time the distance between the two was shortened to within 20 meters, and he shot the burly figure's eyes twice.

He could see that two dark liquids burst out from the eye sockets of the burly figure, but they only stopped for a moment, and they still rushed forward.

"Huh!" He exclaimed in surprise and stepped back quickly.

clap clap! clap clap!

Luke shot four more shots, still shooting into the opponent's eyes.

The burly figure bowed his head slightly this time. The bullet did not hit his eyes, but his head was shaken a few times by the force of the impact, and the weapon in his hand had already been slashed.

Luke exerted force under his feet, retreated a few meters away, and frowned slightly: "So resistant to beating?"

clap clap clap!

Four bullet holes appeared in the chest of the burly figure.

But the effect of these four shots was even weaker, and it only made his body tremble twice.

Luke was helpless: "This ghost can't be beaten to death!"

After these four shots, he had already hit the burly figure with a total of 12 shots, and this ghastly thing was still alive and kicking.

Snapped!

With the last bullet, he collapsed into the crotch of the burly figure, as expected, without any effect.

The speed of the burly figure is getting faster and faster, from striding at the beginning to running, and the weapon in his hand is swung towards Luke again.

Luke's body suddenly changed direction, he quickly changed Glock's magazine in his hand, and then fired frantically.

Clap clap clap clap!

He emptied the magazine in one breath, and the burly figure had thirteen more bullet holes on his body again.

From the neck to the chest, from the lower abdomen to the knee joint, and finally to the ankle joint, they were all baptized by bullets.

But apart from the impact of being shot, the burly figure can shake slightly, and there are basically no other effects.

Luke speeded up, pulled a distance, and when his mind moved, he took out an alloy long stick from the storage space.

This is also the thing that made a cameo at the campsite with barbecue sticks.

It was originally intended to be processed into a special barrel, but I haven't had time to get it, so now I'm making a cameo role as a long weapon.

Facing the weapon drawn by the burly figure, Luke suddenly turned around and threw the stick, and knocked it hard.

clang!

With a harsh metal crash, Luke was shaken back several meters in the air, and after landing, his feet clicked on the ground continuously, stopping the retreating body.

What a powerful force! He was amazed.

After his strength is 40, the actual effect coefficient is 4, which is the actual effect of his strength of 160, which is sixteen times the strength of ordinary people.

Luke, now, has never met such an opponent with equal strength.

No, the opponent's strength is even stronger than his.

Because Luke used a long stick to swing it round and draw it, the length and weight of the opponent's weapon were far less than that of the long stick, and it was a disadvantage to exert force.

At this time, the burly figure on the opposite side was also shaken by the huge force on the alloy long stick, and the whole body turned several times involuntarily, but he still held the weapon in his hand tightly.

After stopping, he tilted his head suspiciously, as if he didn't understand what had just happened.

Luke chuckled lightly: "Hey, silly big man, come again?" The long stick in his hand slammed down.

The burly figure subconsciously raised his hand and raised the weapon in his hand.

clang! Bang!

Another unpleasant sound of metal crashing, followed by a dull percussion.

The right hand of the burly figure hangs down.

He used one hand to resist the long stick that Luke slammed from top to bottom with both hands, and he suffered a big loss. His right hand was knocked down, and Luke's long stick slammed on his shoulder with all his strength.

Luke took back the long stick and said, "I really can't die."

His stick smashed the shoulders of the burly figure, and a normal person should have been seriously injured and dying on the spot, but the burly figure had already pulled out his sunk legs from the mud.

The next moment, the burly figure rushed up, and the weapon in his hand was waved again.