Seeing that the fanatic closest to him was already in front of him, Zhang Heng ignored him. Instead, he raised his Beretta M92F and aimed at the other person behind the fanatic.
The target had just picked up the electric drill on the ground and was about to continue his comrade's unfinished business. He wanted to see what color Ole's brain was. He did not expect his own brain to spill out first.
A bullet pierced through the crowd and accurately hit him between the eyebrows!
Ole, who was on the ground, broke out in a cold sweat. This was the second time he had escaped death. Ever since he was pushed to the ground, he knew that he was going to die. Since young, he had always been praised for his bravery. Even when his body was still weak, he dared to go out to sea with the whaling team without fear of the wind and waves.
After that, he hunted seals alone and stayed in the wilderness for two weeks before returning. It was because of this that he was recognized by the elves and gained the strength to match his courage.
Ole always thought that someone as brave as him could overcome the fear of death. But when the moment came, he realized that he had overestimated himself.
Listening to the sound of the electric drill turning and approaching him, Ole used all his might to stop himself from screaming. That was all he could do. When the terrifying sound finally stopped, Ole felt that his body was about to collapse.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and shouted at Zhang Heng, "Don't worry about me. Take care of the opponent in front of you first. Be careful, they will surround you!"
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng did not understand Greenlandic. Of course, from Ole and Alesia's expressions, he could tell what they were worried about. In fact, even without Ole's reminder, Zhang Heng would definitely ensure his own safety first. It was just that in the eyes of Ole and Alesia, there was no need for Zhang Heng to sacrifice anyone to protect anyone.
After Olay's crisis was resolved, Zhang Heng adjusted the muzzle and pointed the Beretta M92F at the enemy in front of him again. The latter was almost in front of him, and Zhang Heng took the opportunity to insert the muzzle into his wide-open mouth and pull the trigger. Blood and brain matter splattered all over the display cabinet at the side.
Just like before, the other fanatics did not show any fear when they saw their companions dying in front of them. Instead, they rushed to Zhang Heng's side one by one. It was as if Zhang Heng was not firing a bullet, but a supermarket voucher.
The thing that Ole and Alicia feared the most had happened.
This group of fanatics was obviously going to use the same trick again, using the same method they used to deal with them to surround Zhang Heng. And Zhang Heng was in a different situation now. Not only did he have to deal with the enemies in front of him, but he also had to pay attention to the situation on their side.
Zhang Heng fired seven shots, four of which were aimed at the people who wanted to take the opportunity to kill Ole and Alesia. Although he managed to save the two, he was surrounded by the fanatics.
Fortunately, Zhang Heng fired three more shots, killing the three enemies closest to him. After that, he used two more bullets to wipe out the remaining fanatics around Ole and Alesia.
Alicia's feet landed on the ground, and she did not bother to check if she was injured. She quickly stumbled towards Zhang Heng because she saw that he had put away his pistol.
Did he run out of bullets? Of all times!
Alesia's heart was in her throat. Previously, Zhang Heng killed nearly one-third of the enemies with his excellent shooting skills, but the number of people in front of him did not decrease. These fanatics were really not afraid of death. Alesia could not imagine how Zhang Heng would deal with so many people if he lost his only weapon.
Ole wanted to help, but his injury was much more serious than Alesia's, especially his waist. Not long ago, he was stabbed by a fruit knife, and it was still bleeding. Ole took off his shirt and bandaged it. He wanted to get up from the ground, but he was powerless.
But then he saw a scene that stunned him. He saw Zhang Heng, who had put away his gun, was forced into a corner by the fanatics. After that, Zhang Heng pulled out a knife from the travel bag that he had been carrying.
When Zhang Heng held the knife in his hand, even the fanatics who had become a little crazy could smell a trace of danger. The guy closest to Zhang Heng didn't even see how he moved, and he knelt on the ground with his hand covering his neck. Blood gushed out from between his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, he could no longer make a sound.
And this knife was just the beginning. Next, Zhang Heng put down the travel bag in his hand and pulled out a second knife from it. After that, he no longer retreated and rushed directly into the crowd.
Although the fanatics were still as fearless as before, and they wanted to leave something on Zhang Heng even if they had to risk their lives, their movements were too slow compared to Zhang Heng. They couldn't keep up with the speed and pace of their opponents at all. Instead, they were like the Calabash Brothers who came to save their grandpa. In the eyes of Ole and Alesia, each of them took the initiative to put their necks under Zhang Heng's blade.
The scene in front of them couldn't even be called a battle anymore. It was a complete massacre.
Only now did Ole and Alesia realize that the last time they fought, Zhang Heng had been merciful. He didn't use his full strength at all. Otherwise, their performance would probably not be any better than the fanatics in front of them.
The Inuit boy's eyes widened. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that someone could really hone their combat skills to such an extent. Because he was so engrossed in watching, he even forgot about the injury on his waist.
"Really, he's always giving me trouble. Where did this killing god come from …"
On the second floor of the museum, the man with the cane also murmured. He had been drinking in his office while watching the fanatics downstairs through the monitor. He wanted to see how they would besiege and kill Ole and Alesia. As a result, when the battle was about to end, it was interrupted by an uninvited guest.
At first, the man with the walking stick didn't pay much attention to it. In his opinion, it was nothing more than a bunch of people coming to kill themselves. However, he didn't expect the other party to be so powerful. He didn't expect them to be so powerful. They were not here to kill themselves. They were completely invincible in his territory. So the man with the walking stick didn't dare to watch the show anymore. He put down the glass, picked up the shotgun on the side, and quietly sneaked out of the office.
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