The sound of lightning and heavy rain echoed so much that Donald, who rushed out of the shooting range, could not tell the direction of the gunfire, and could only look outside with an umbrella.

Bang!

The gunshots started again.

"I found it. There was a fire on the south side just now. It should be a hunting rifle on the farm. Go and take a look and you are ready to shoot at any time!"

The sound and light can travel so far, which proves that the caliber of the gun is large enough, and the fireworks at the muzzle are not well closed. This type of gun is common in farms, and loud noises and firelights have a great deterrent effect on wild animals.

When he first came out, he didn't change his shoes deliberately. Donald was running and only felt water constantly falling from the mouth of the shoe. Finally, his whole foot was soaked, and the umbrella in his hand became a resistance to running at this time.

Bang!

Ga~

The third gunshot sounded, followed by a strange roar, which was smaller than the gunfire, and the tone made Donald scream from his previous life...

"Puff~"

I thought of the yellow screaming chicken running in the heavy rain, and the tension in my heart was not left at all. I hurriedly removed the unnecessary thoughts to ensure that my spirit was highly concentrated.

"This sound is not right! It can't be made by ordinary beasts. Run with me, don't get too far away, don't throw the umbrella, hold it in your hand, and you may be able to use it later."

The rain-proof effect of the umbrella was not much during the running. Donald thought of throwing it away and picked it up later, but was stopped by Sherlock.

"Is anyone? Talk alive!"

Sherlock shouted that the area here is far away from the street lights in the farm, and basically it can only rely on personal vision and the flashing light of lightning in the sky. In order to avoid accidental injury, it is necessary to notify in advance.

"Monster! Run to you! Be careful!!"

The rough tone was like Goron. The content of the words made Donald in the rain stop immediately. The monster was heading in this direction. Will he meet directly?

Donald asked himself that he was not a man who could fight monsters in close combat. He and Sherlock had guns in his hands, so he naturally had to ensure an advantage in distance.

Spirit Vision is turned on!

Putting down the umbrella to cover Sherlock's gaze next to him, the ability that would have caused the surrounding world to turn into gray has now turned up the rain curtain in front of him by two brightness.

Of course, the result is the same. Most of the objects are hidden in the gray environment, and only the red object in front of the left is telling the movement here.

"Sherlock, on the left front, there seems to be something."

In order not to be exposed, Donald can only describe it as if it is enough. The muzzle can be turned around and at least it can lock the target in advance.

Rumble!

Thunder suddenly shone in the dark clouds. At this moment, the scene in the rain curtain ahead was exposed to his eyes. Donald immediately took a breath of cold air.

The lightning illuminated only 1 second. It is impossible to look at the monster ahead carefully in this short time. The only thing that imprinted into my mind was the vicious head.

With dozens of fangs exposed outside the purple-black lips, flat and tilted nostrils, blood-colored pupils and strange blood-colored skin on the skull, Donald was sure that it was not blood. This monster was like a skinned beast. After just a brief glance, he could still feel the violent wildness of its body.

"Don't shit, this is a strange beast. You must not let it get close to us and shoot! Keep shooting!"

Sherlock's knowledge is obviously richer than Donald. Even though the target is far away and the vision ahead is unclear, he still chooses to shoot.

So the two guns were spitting out their flames like a competition. Donald ignored it and placed the umbrella beside him, holding the gun in his right hand and holding the magazine in his left hand, pulling the trigger mechanically.

The spiritual vision ability remained open in the second half of the journey. He focused on the red object in front of him, approaching, still approaching!

What, he missed a shot?

Rumble!

Lightning may illuminate the area ahead. Perhaps Donald's luck is not very good, but even if Sherlock shot blindly, he still maintained a certain hit rate. Several crimson blood holes did appear on the monster, but they failed to stop its movement.

This time, there was no lightning illumination, but it could be seen with the naked eye. The monster's back was towering in the shadow, without any hair covering it, and the protruding spine under the skin could be seen.

"Donald, squat down and get an umbrella!"

Facing a beast, when the opponent's speed is faster than you, turning around and running will only let it know your fear, and in the end they can't escape the end of being culled. Now they have guns in their hands, not without destructive weapons. There are also support from farm workers behind the monster. As long as they can hold on, a situation of siege and killing can be formed.

This was the first time Donald encountered such a scene. It was fake to say how calm it was. In fact, the sound of heartbeat seemed to be heard in his ears. At this time, Sherlock's instructions seemed very critical. His body subconsciously began to move and grabbed the handle of the umbrella next to him.

"Stand forward, use the umbrella as a shield, feel the impact, throw it away and roll to the side!"

Their umbrellas are not large in size, but they are more than enough to cover a squatted person. Sherlock did not expect to use an umbrella to block the monster's actions. That's a dream. Not to mention the material of the umbrella, just with their strength, the result of being crushed to the end is to be crushed.

What he had to do was to let the monsters temporarily lose their judgment on their next actions, which was simply a blatant trick.

Donald had no choice at this time, and he growled in his ears, his gun tightened and his spirits were highly concentrated.

The passage of time slowed down at this moment. At some point, Donald felt the pressure above the umbrella. His reaction was not slow and he rolled out of the umbrella as soon as possible.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

While rolling, I heard three consecutive gunshots coming from the other side. From the corner of my eye, I saw two airflows floating past the monster, and the dull sound of bullets entering the flesh.

Gah ~

The monster's body shaking, no longer staying, rushed directly into the darkness ahead, and that location was the fence of the farm partition!

Get up from the ground, hold the gun and punch the remaining bullets in vain, and then collapses directly on the ground.

"It's almost..."

A gentleman who failed to hit a shot complained that he actually had a mental impact, but he didn't expect... Well, he actually didn't react.

"Damn shit! I was shot only one shot. If I hit all three shots, it can directly smash its waist and abdomen. Let's see how it runs!"

These three shots were naturally three shots that exhausted all the gas in steam propulsion mode. Sherlock sat cross-legged on the lawn a little annoyed. He had to admit that he was nervous too. Facing the ferocious monster, his rolling posture was not very standard, and the mud and water on the lawn blocked his sight again. This was a mistake.
Chapter completed!