Chapter 2953 Hunter and Prey

Alsim could predict what this madman had just done to him.

No matter how unexpected or unforeseen it was, anyone could guess that what was shot into his neck at this time could not be sugar water or iced black tea.

The transparent colorless liquid in the syringe was definitely related to the excitement and crazy eyes of this bastard.

Alsim did not regret saying "I didn't stop the opponent just now". It is true that this bastard was extremely cruel and had no bottom line. The only ending left for him was death. These were all true.

But Alsim, who had his own hurdle in his heart, did know very clearly that if he could kill this bastard with his own knife, it would undoubtedly be the best explanation for himself.

Any enemy could use a gun to solve the battle, but only him

Only for this guy, Alsim urgently hoped to chop off the bastard's head alive, and do it with his own hands. The new and old grudges were settled with interest, and using a bullet to kill his life would only make him cheaper.

The blood that kept flowing down the trouser legs continued to drip. The thing that was injected into the body obviously did not have the function of stopping bleeding and treating.

But there is no doubt that Alsim was sure that this madman was completely different from the state just now.

The accelerated blood circulation caused by the fierce fight spread the thing that was injected into the neck to the whole body in a very short time.

The "drug effect speed" visible to the naked eye almost wiped out all the pain and cut off the pain nerves. The bloodshot in his eyes became more dense, and his mouth opened wide with a crazy and hysterical look, panting like a hungry beast that had just been released from a cage.

"Drink - Ha - Drink - Ah -"

""

Alsim, who was ready, knew that the final moment was coming. He had seen with his own eyes how crazy the ordinary SS soldiers downstairs and in the building were after taking drugs. He knew what this bastard in front of him would become next.

"Are you ready? Here I come!"

!!!

Crack——

The blood-soaked legs were like cannonballs fired by propellant, and they rushed forward in an instant at a speed far exceeding the previous fight.

The heavy knife that slashed from top to bottom and from left to right was even more powerful. Even though Alsim had already set up his posture and used blade to block the attack, the powerful impact accompanied by the violent sparks still made Alsim retreat repeatedly.

"Asshole!"

"What's wrong!? Show your true ability! Now it's a real fight for life!"

Bang——

A backhand knife slashed and was barely blocked. The straight-line surge in strength like a rocket was already very obvious. Alsim, who was not at a disadvantage, finally understood what was going on after these two brief exchanges.

The thing in the syringe was not a "superman drug", nor was it a strengthening potion that could tap potential and raise the upper limit.

Heisenberg now feels almost exactly the same as he did when he first fought. At that time, he was full of energy and spirit, and there was no bleeding or injury on his body. The thing he just shot into his body just made him regain this state instantly, that's all.

The price is his dog life, which is burning away at an accelerated rate.

The thing that essentially has no hemostatic effect can neither repair injuries nor stop bleeding. More intense close combat will only speed up blood circulation, tear wounds, and cause further accelerated blood loss.

Crack--

Snap--

The blades continue to collide violently, splashing dazzling and hot sparks.

The attack and defense movements never stop, and Alsim already knows what to do, keeping a close eye on every move and every action of the opponent.

In the Siberian forests very, very far away from Berlin, Alsim, who carries a hunting rifle and a hunting knife on his waist, has learned a "hunting truth" from his father since he was a teenager.

"The more ferocious the beast is, the more you should not fight it head-on. Don't always think that you can kill it immediately with a fatal blow."

"Injure it, make it bleed, make it move desperately. The more ferocious and crazy the beast is, the faster it will die. Use your brain to make plans and play to your advantage. The beast is a hysterical lunatic, but you are not. The best weapon for hunting is not the knife or gun in your hand, but your brain."

Puff--

The sound of the blade scratching the thigh echoed in the ears.

Swish--

The sound of the hunting knife tearing the muscles and tightening the arm echoed in the ears.

One is unprecedentedly crazy, and the other keeps calm at all times.

Under the aftereffect of the powerful madness, Heisenberg, like a beast, almost lost his mind. He desperately waved the heavy knife in his hand with great force and deadly moves. As long as one of the knives can hit the vital point, it can cut flesh and break bones, killing any enemy on the spot, even the "Slavic Superman" is no exception.

Alsim, who always remained calm and rational, dodged and parried the heavy and deadly blade one move after another, and launched a counterattack in the midst of blocking and counterattacking.

If he could hit, he would hit, if he could not hit, he would retreat, never lingering and never greedy for the blade.

More than a dozen rounds of blade collisions had passed, but there had never been a single active attack.

Concentrating all his attention, spirit and strength on dodging and counterattacking, Alsim, who had already fought to this point, still held the hunting knife tightly with full force and concentrated, and the mist-like cold blade was already soaked with blood.

"come!!!"

"You can't kill me! I'm the same kind! Now I understand everything! I'm here just to take your life! You will definitely die!"

""

There is no need to respond to the dying person.

Until the blade once again cut through the biceps on his arm, he was keenly aware that his opponent's movements were visibly slowing down. Alsim, knowing that the time had come, seized the opportunity and dropped the knife, followed by a A sharp kick to the side of the foot.

The dilapidated body, which was covered with wounds all over and was in a frenzied attack, could not withstand it. The lower abdomen, which had lost the protection of the bulletproof steel plate, was kicked hard by this solid kick, and the blood-soaked body was driven towards the body on the spot. Then flew out.

"Pfft——"

""

Looking at the bastard who was kicked several meters away by him and rolled to the ground again, but still trying to force himself to stand up again, Alsim, who was holding a knife in his hand, was speechless and even colder. To the extreme, there was no need to say anything and he took the bloody blade in his hand and walked forward.

"You're finally going to take action and it's over like this?"

The final end is only a few steps away, and it seems that everything will end here and come to an end.

But the lunatic, who was bleeding from open wounds all over his body, didn't intend to give up even at this point.

He grasped the final distance and suddenly exerted force with his sweeping leg, knocking over the pile of wooden boards leaning against the wall with one blow.

It can be guessed that a perverted demon who is so crazy has no reason to give up and wait for death, at least until he is fatally injured. Alsim, who reacted quickly and moved quickly, dodged in the blink of an eye. He leaned back to evade, raised the hunting knife in his hand, and swatted away the pile of wooden planks coming towards him, preparing to block the expected attack that was coming. Attack again.

Even though Alsim had seen every move and guessed every move of his opponent as if he were facing an open book, he was the only one who did not expect the next scene.

That Sokka thing actually fucking ran away! Taking advantage of the falling board to restrain himself, he jumped up and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

"Damn it Sokka!"

He pulled out the sawed-off spray gun from his waist, raised his hand and immediately pulled the trigger, but in the end he was a little too late.

The powerful Magnum rifle bullet shattered the wall at the corner of the corridor with one blow, sending debris flying everywhere, but it failed to catch up with the drugged madman's desperate running footsteps, leaving behind a series of running footsteps like a typewriter. Echoing Corridor.

At this point, Alsim, who had no reason to give up, said nothing, picked up the short spray and hunting knife in his hands, and started chasing with dual weapons.

The narrow corridor with twists and turns made Alsim, who was following his footsteps, want to scold him. Who knows what the hell your German designer was planning to do by building this broken building like a maze? Fortunately, the ground floor The continuous dripping of blood and the sound of footsteps in front of him still prevent him from losing track of his target.

Alsim, who was running wildly like he was chasing seriously injured prey in the forest when he was young, swore that he would kill this bastard with his own hands today and fight to the death.

Running all the way, I don't know how many turns and how many seconds had passed when a voice that Alsim was very familiar with suddenly came from the top of his head.