Byrne's eyebrows twitched. He quietly approached and slowly pushed open the office which was covered with vegetation. The door was not locked, so it made a slight squeaking sound. Byrne looked sideways and saw that his arrow was nailed to a wooden table in the room.
He slightly frowned. At this moment, he suddenly heard a subtle movement coming from the opposite office behind him.
His eyes flashed, and he suddenly turned back and shot the arrow. The speed of the arrow was completed in 0.2 seconds. The arrow instantly flew through the air and shot through the window of the office. Suddenly there was a suppressed low groan of pain.
"Little bastard!" Byrne slightly sneered. He put away the bow and pulled out the dagger on his leg. He walked step by step towards the office and kicked open the half-closed door. Bang! The door suddenly fell down. The dim light in the room was all presented in his line of sight. He immediately saw Dean lying on his stomach on one of the desks. The arrow seemed to have penetrated the other side of his ribs and nailed him to the table.
Byrne's eyes revealed a bloodthirsty color. He was very confident in his bow and arrow. Even hard stones could be penetrated, not to mention the weak soft armor of a scavenger.
"Little bastard, struggle. Are you desperate?" Byrne licked his lips and approached step by step.
Dean was sweating and looked at him in horror: "Don't, don't come over."
"Scream, continue to scream." Byrne's eyes flashed coldness: "Destroy my good things boy, worthless little bastard. I will skin you and remove your bones!"
As Byrne approached, the fear on Dean's face became more and more intense. However, when Byrne was four or five meters away from Dean's desk, the fear on Dean's face disappeared. It was as if he had changed his face, revealing a fierce and resolute killing intent. His body suddenly straightened up, and the arm that had been hidden under his chest suddenly threw out a shadow. It was his dagger!
Such a sudden attack made Byrne stunned for a moment. But he was a hunter after all. He had fought on the edge of life and death. So he instinctively raised his dagger and parried the dagger that was shooting straight towards him. Ding! Ding!
At this time, Byrne saw that his bow and arrow did not hit Dean, but was nailed to the wooden table. Previously, Dean deliberately clamped the arrow under his armpit, creating a dislocation effect, which made him mistakenly think that he had shot Dean.
"Little bastard!!" Byrne was completely angry. He was enraged by Dean's attack, but he was also angry that he fell into a scavenger's trap. He ferociously said: "I will twist your head, squeeze your eyeballs, damn little bastard!" His body rushed out as fast as a leopard. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance of four or five meters.
However, Dean did not panic. when he threw the dagger, he also picked up the keyboard, the LCD screen, the glass, the picture frame, and the withered flower pot on the table and threw them at Byrne.
Although these things would not cause any harm, but they could stop the opponent.
Byrne knew Dudian's intention. He was humiliated by Dudian's previous scheme, so how could he let Dudian do as he pleased? He raised his hand and knocked the things that were thrown at his face. As for the other cups and flowerpots, he didn't even look at them. He let them hit his body. With the hardness of his soft armor, even if he was hit by a stone it wouldn't cause any damage. While ignoring these things, he quickly caught up to Dudian.
At this time, Dean threw a mass of cloth in vain.
This cloth was on the table, but now it was thrown along with other things. It seemed that he had grabbed it in a hurry.
The moment he threw it, Dean could not help but look back.
Bam! Byrne kicked the ball of cloth and sneered: "Little devil, do you think I will suffer twice? Everything else is covered with dust and moss seeds, but your cloth has traces of being turned over. Is there something hidden inside?" Byrne's eyes lit up as he sneered: "Little devil, do you think I will suffer twice?
Dean's pupils shrank. He had underestimated the horror of hunters. Their strong physique was only one of their means. What was really terrible was their rich combat experience. Perhaps they had already exhausted many of the traps they had set when hunting monsters!
"I underestimated you." Dean slightly gasped and stared at him coldly.
Byrne sneered: "You can't kill a hunter with your tricks. Since you let the other three little bastards escape, you will replace them to bear my anger!"
Dean also sneered: "You also underestimated me, idiot!" Then he suddenly squatted down.
Byrne was startled. He caught a glimpse of a metal machine under the table next to him. There seemed to be a faint flame coming out. The next moment, the flame expanded and swallowed him!
Boom!!!
There was a loud noise as if the whole room was shaking. The lights on the ceiling were shaken and fell down.
Although Dean had dodged in time and was behind a desk, but at the moment of the explosion, he felt like his whole body was flying. Then he fiercely hit a bumpy hard object. The hard object was quickly broken. He fell deeply to the ground. The pain spread from his arms, ribs, abdomen and other parts of his body. He clenched his teeth. He felt his ears were buzzing and his head was bursting with dizziness.
He tried his best to open his eyes. In his line of sight, under the turbid light, there were layers of double images in the office, and they kept spinning and shaking. He gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and slapped his face.
After two or three continuous slaps, he felt that his vision gradually recovered. He quickly struggled to sit up and looked up at the place where the explosion had happened. It was the place where he had been lying!
The previous movement was not simply to lure the hunter in, but to hide the ignited explosives in the computer under the desk. Using the fire sickle to ignite the cloth burned the coarse paper on the outside of the black gunpowder tube. The pulp of the coarse paper was simply filtered. There were too many sawdust and sundries, so the speed at which it burned was extremely slow. The accumulated dust on the cloth was too thick. Even though it was cut into strips by the dagger, it still burned very slowly. He deliberately lay there, in addition to pretending that he had been hit by an arrow, his real purpose was to cover the gunpowder underneath!
After all, this tube of black gunpowder was extremely large. Although the lethality was great, it was very difficult to blow up a hunter who was extremely vigilant. So he had to take the risk.
If the cloth burned faster than he expected, he would be the first to be killed.
If the burning process was extinguished, he would be killed by the opponent!
This was a dead end in a hopeless situation. He could only go all out and gamble!
Dean felt tired. He leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. At the same time, he grabbed the cloth bundle that was kicked to the wall. He untied the knot. Inside the bundle were dozens of dark blue balls. There was a trace of a smile on his face. But the next moment, his body suddenly froze.
He saw that in front of the explosion, the hunter's body was struggling and slowly stood up. His whole body was bleeding. His right arm was close to the side of the bomb. But he still stood up tenaciously. His hand was tightly holding the dagger. He looked at Dean with a crazy face.
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