Chapter 934 The Disappearing Companion
A shadow descended, blocking out the moonlight.
Oh no.
Grace was horrified. Before he could raise his gun, his arm was grabbed by Bifang in mid-air and pushed down.
From taking off to falling, it seems long, but that is just an emotional reaction. The brain faces sudden situations and formulates a series of counterattacks. It is absolutely impossible to react in such a short process.
The reaction time of a normal person is usually between 0.2 and 0.3 seconds, which depends on the person's receptors and other analyzers, as well as the coordination between the central nervous system and neuromuscular system.
After training, a person's reaction time can approach 0.2 seconds for a short time, and even below 0.2 when performing at superb speed, but it will never be lower than 0.1 seconds.
This is why in professional sprint events, if the reaction time to the start is less than 0.1 seconds, it is considered a false start. Humans have limits, and 0.1 seconds is the limit result for athletes after extensive training on the single event of the gunshot.
In combat on more complex terrains, where the situation is not just a single gunshot, the enemy's reaction time is likely to be longer.
Grace's ability to raise his gun subconsciously was the result of muscle memory acquired through long-term training.
But Bifang is different. His thinking is nearly four times faster than anyone else's. In addition, his super dynamic vision capture is enough to allow him to get rid of the situation of relying entirely on muscle memory during the fight and instead adopt a better way to break the situation.
Bifang grabbed the opponent's wrist in mid-air, pushed it away, waited for a foothold when landing, and smashed it down directly.
Grace tried to resist, but he found that the opponent's strength was incredibly great. It was not just a slightly bigger gap, but a whole level of gap. It was almost impossible to resist.
When Grayfa discovered this, he immediately gave up the idea of shooting. He pulled out a dagger from the side of his thigh with his other hand and stabbed Bifang in the waist.
Bifang was not afraid at all and punched Grace on the head regardless.
With a bang, Grace felt his nose was broken and severe dizziness echoed in his mind, but he did not let go. However, when the dagger stabbed, it did not deliver the feeling of piercing flesh, but instead felt like it was poking a hard piece of earth.
It's a stab-proof suit!
Seeing that the dagger couldn't penetrate, the audience remembered that Bifang was wearing a stab-proof suit. With the opponent's force posture, it was impossible to penetrate such a defense.
This is also the reason why Bifang chooses to target the limbs when shooting arrows. On the one hand, it is difficult to kill people, and on the other hand, this group of poachers is very likely to be equipped with a bulletproof and stab-proof vest.
Just when Bifang was about to strike while the iron was hot and completely incapacitate the opponent, the beast's intuition, which had always worked, sent another warning.
Bifang, who was thinking of throwing another punch, changed his mind, turned his fist into a palm, reached out and grabbed Grace's collar, and rolled over with the big man in front of him, using the other's body as a cover.
Gunfire rang out in the woods, and bullets whizzed out of the barrels, but they did not hit the target. Instead, they hit Grace who was acting as a shield.
The distance is too close, and the bulletproof vest can only prevent penetration but cannot completely relieve the force.
Severe pain spread from Grace's spine. The agony turned into a giant python, tightly wrapping around his spine, making it impossible for him to breathe and making him lose the ability to resist.
Bifang grabbed Grace, curled up his body like a long bow, pressed his feet against his abdomen, and kicked him hard!
The sturdy man weighing nearly 200 pounds flew up into the air, scraped the ground and crashed into a tree, his fragile back was severely injured again.
Grace's mind went blank for a moment, and under the huge impact, she almost vomited out all her dinner.
“Grace!!”
Charmain shouted, he looked at Cisco who fired the shot, only to find that the other party was also stunned. It was obvious that he did not expect that Bifang would use Grace as a human shield.
Fortunately, because one arm was injured and Cisco used a pistol, the situation was not so bad that it was irreparable.
But even so, the successive heavy blows caused Grace to curl up completely under the tree, motionless and completely unable to respond.
“Damn it!”
Chamain roared, dragged his lame leg and fired into the woods. Fire flashed continuously, and at the same time woke up the dazed Cisco, who fired several shots at Bifang, but the opponent was as slippery as a loach, and hid behind the bunker while rubbing against the bullets.
Bifang leaned against a rock and gasped for breath. Just when everyone thought that God Fang had escaped danger again, they saw him pull up his pants, and a bloodstain was clearly visible on his calf. The skin and flesh on both sides were slightly rolled up, revealing bright red flesh and blood tissue.
Apparently a bullet had just grazed it.
Seeing this situation, many people were worried.
[Fuck, I’m injured]
【Are you okay?】
[Fortunately, it doesn’t look serious. ]
Sweat was dripping down his forehead, almost sticking his hair together.
Foreknowledge of danger is not a panacea.
Bifang reminded himself in his heart and wiped away all the sweat.
Facing a group of desperadoes, Bifang is obviously not as relaxed as he looks.
The gunfire outside the bunker stopped again. It might be because they were changing magazines, or maybe they didn't want to waste ammunition. For a moment, it was as if they were taking a halftime break.
"Wait, where's Guvas?"
Chaman dragged his broken leg against the tree. He looked around and found that Guvas had disappeared at some point.
With Cisco's pistol and his submachine gun, it's no wonder that the firepower just now was so much smaller.
Cisco tore off the cloth strips from his clothes and bandaged his bleeding arm. Hearing this, he looked back and found that Guvas had really disappeared.
…
“Damn it, damn it, damn it.”
In the dense woods, Guvas, with pale lips, held onto a tree trunk and gasped for breath. He dragged his broken leg forward and did not even have time to bandage his injured calf, letting the blood flow.
He could still hear gunshots in the woods behind him, and Guvas actually grinned because he had finally found what he was looking for.
In the woods, an off-road pickup truck was quietly stranded in the bushes.
Guvas' heart was pounding, knowing clearly what was in the car. For a moment, even the blood on his calves flowed more.
A huge sense of excitement spread throughout his limbs, giving Guvas an incomparable tremor and all his hair standing up.
Guvas panted and jumped through the grass, came to the pickup truck, held the fender with both hands, and moved forward bit by bit.
On the grass next to the car, Guvas also saw his unconscious companion Wade and the black guide.
Unfortunately, Guvas did not come to rescue his companions.
“Woo woo woo!”
Hearing an indistinct shout from the side, Guvas turned around in surprise and found that it was Palmer, the dentist's client who wanted to hunt the lion king.
At this time, Palmer was tied to a tree. There was no cloth stuffed in his mouth, but his teeth were strangled by the rope.
Stuffing a cloth strip into the mouth is actually useless, unless the other person actively cooperates and does not curl up their tongue, otherwise the tongue can be spit out. But this is not the case with a rope.
Seeing someone coming, Palmer shouted desperately.
But how could Guvas care about him when he didn't even care about his companions?
Palmer could only watch as the other party ignored him and moved to the driving seat by holding the car body. As soon as he opened the door, a shadow suddenly jumped out from the passenger seat of the car and escaped through the window.
