Dean was horrified and quickly struggled to get up. But he felt weak in his hands and feet. He was too close to the explosion so he was affected by it. His bones were sore and he couldn't exert any strength.
"Little, little bastard!" Brian's face was covered with blood as he stared at Dean. He dragged his injured right leg and slowly walked towards Dean. He lifted the dagger and stabbed Dean's chest.
Dean hurriedly rolled sideways and narrowly avoided the blow.
Byrne's right arm was broken and his right leg was seriously injured. His body was out of balance and fell to the place where Dean was sitting. He struggled to get up again but he couldn't support his body with one hand. Finally, he fell to the ground. His bloody face revealed a strong crazy hatred. He held the dagger and crawled towards Dean.
Dean was relieved to see that Byrne didn't have the strength to stand up again. It seemed that although the explosion didn't kill him, but he was seriously injured. He quickly grabbed the things at hand, such as the fallen flower pots, water bottles, and wheelchairs, and threw them at Byrne's head.
Byrne's head wasn't protected by the black armor. If it was an ordinary time, he would feel a little pain. But at this moment, the right side of his face was injured. When the flower pots and chairs fell on his body, the muscles of his body twitched. Byrne roared and waved the dagger, but he couldn't reach Dean's feet.
He roared and waved the dagger, but he couldn't reach Dean's feet.
Dean didn't dare to get too close. He was worried that Byrne would suddenly pounce on him. Suddenly he remembered that he threw the dagger. Although the blade was twisted, but the tip was still sharp. He immediately ran to the place where Byrne was. He found the dagger and looked back. Byrne had already crawled over.
Dean was about to assassinate Byrne, but he saw Byrne's ferocious eyes. Byrne's eyes were filled with a threatening chill. He was like a beast that could counterattack at any time. Dean hesitated. The floor of the room trembled. Bang! The place under Byrne's body, which was the location of the previous explosion, suddenly sank down. The ground within a few meters of the explosion collapsed.
The floor and Byrne fell to the third floor. There was an office on the third floor and several desks were crushed.
Byrne who was lying on the floor was in pain. He gritted his teeth and crawled up. At this moment, the ground under his body shook again and then collapsed again. He fell to the second floor.
Byrne who had just crawled up heavily hit the floor and stopped moving.
Dean couldn't help but be startled. He came to the edge of the collapse and looked down. The hunter was completely motionless. Blood slowly flowed out from his right arm and stained the floor under his body.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He felt as if his whole body had collapsed. He immediately retreated a few steps and came to the corridor. He sat down and leaned against the wall to rest. This building was really made of tofu dregs. After three hundred years of corrosion, the level of explosion had shaken the floors of the lower two floors. It was estimated that if the firepower was bigger, the whole building would be blown up.
After resting for a while, Dean felt that his physical strength had recovered a little. He went back to the office, grabbed the dark blue ball and left.
When he returned to the second floor, Dean suddenly thought that if other scavengers found this place, they would most likely report it to the consortium and lead to the investigation of other hunters. His eyes were cold. He picked up his dagger and went to the office. He saw the hunter was still lying on the floor. The blood flowing out of his body was almost dry.
He took out his scythe and rummaged through the office. He soon found a lot of scattered white papers. He immediately threw these papers on the hunter. Just as he squatted down and threw the papers on the hunter's back, an accident suddenly happened. The hunter who should have been dead suddenly turned over and stabbed the dagger in his hand toward Dean's chest.
All of this was completely beyond Dean's expectation. He could not help but be stunned. He only felt that the dagger easily pierced his soft armor and stabbed into his chest. The first feeling was cold, and then he felt severe pain from his chest.
He widened his eyes and looked at the hunter incredulously. The hunter was pretending to be dead? Just to fight back when he approached?
He had rested for a while, but during this time, the hunter was able to resist pretending to be dead! It was as if he had expected that Dean would inevitably come close. What kind of faith and endurance was this?!
"Beast …!" Byrne slowly raised his head. His face was pale due to excessive blood loss, but his eyes revealed an incomparably crazy hatred. He gently smiled as if he was mocking himself. His hand that was holding the dagger loosened and fell down powerlessly.
This time, he was really dead.
But … the dagger was inserted in Dean's chest.
Dean covered the area around the dagger. The pain almost made his whole body tremble, and he could not stand steadily. His body fell down, and he looked down at his chest with difficulty. He felt that every movement of his body affected the muscles in his chest, and there was a tearing pain.
"I can't die, I can't die …" Dean kept repeating this thought in his mind. His consciousness gradually blurred, and his limbs seemed to be a little cold. He wanted to fall asleep, but his sister and parents' voices and smiles slowly emerged in his mind. He also seemed to hear his mother and sister's last words before the freezer was closed …
You have to live well …
You have to live well …
Live well!
He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue. His previously drowsy consciousness suddenly recovered a bit. He looked down and found that the dagger did not pierce into the heart. If it was pierced, he would die on the spot. Perhaps the hunter had lost too much blood, and his arm was weak, so he lost his aim.
Seeing this, Dean's heart suddenly surged with a strong desire to survive. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the dark blue ball from his backpack. He stuck it on his chest through layers of cloth. While it absorbed heat, it could also stop the bleeding and pain.
Dean slowly climbed up and came to the other side of the hunter. He opened the first aid bag hanging on his waist and pulled out an unused roll of white gauze, as well as some bottles and jars. Some were pills, some were powder.
Dean found the alcohol in it. He trembled and ignited the flame with the fire sickle. He piled the prepared paper on the hunter's body. At the same time, he took off the soft armor on his upper body and exposed his body. Although the radiation in the air was high, it was not a big deal for a while.
He held the alcohol in his mouth and spat it on the wound on his chest. Then, he gritted his teeth and slowly pulled out the dagger. The pain made him feel like his scalp was about to explode and his soul was trembling. He wanted to stop several times, but he still endured the pain and slowly pulled out the dagger. Blood suddenly gushed out, and bursts of exhaustion almost made him faint.
He tightly wrapped the gauze around his chest. At this moment, he couldn't find a needle and thread, so it was impossible to suture the wound. The most important thing was to temporarily stop the bleeding.
Soon, the white gauze in front of the wound was dyed red. Dean could only roll it layer by layer and tighten his body. Then he put on the soft armor and put the dark blue ball on his chest, hoping that the cold air could stop the bleeding as soon as possible.
After doing this, Dean looked at the hunter's body burning in the flame and gradually turning into a charred corpse. A chill rose in his heart. These hunters were really not small characters. He had to be more careful when he encountered them in the future!
He leaned against the wall to rest, and at the same time, he studied the bottles and jars in the first aid bag. What made him bitter was that these medicines were not labeled. He didn't dare to take them. After all, these medicines were for the hunter's physique. The effect was extremely strong. If he used it wrongly, it would only put him in more danger.
Time passed slowly. Dean was relieved that the blood on the gauze on his chest had stopped spreading. The bleeding had stopped temporarily, but he couldn't do any strenuous activities. Otherwise, the wound would immediately split open.
However, God didn't care for him again. When Dean was quietly looking at the distance from the vegetated window, he heard a soft tremor coming from the ground. At the same time, a low roar came from the distant street outside the window. The voice was very familiar. It was the previous black beast!
Dean, who was sitting on the ground to rest, suddenly changed his face.
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