Chapter 97 (1/2)
(Note: the ”parents” in this chapter are the products of system data and have nothing to do with the protagonist. Please do not misinterpret them.)
Father with a chainsaw.
The mother holding the [shotgun] has a horrible red lip and a frightening smile.
If you change into a normal child, I'm afraid that he will cry and kneel on the ground, vow to study hard and make progress every day, and never play games secretly any more.
Han Dong stares at such a scene in front of him, a burst of helplessness.
”I went outside to look for props That's true. ”
The first time he saw his parents holding weapons, Han Dong immediately observed the surrounding environment and calculated the best fighting method with his brain.
”Such a distance, limited space and weapons in hand are really troublesome.”
Most of Han Dong's attention is focused on his mother The biggest worry is this shotgun.
It's OK to say that once the bullet hits the head, it's really troublesome.
Whoa Han Dong takes a deep breath.
Preconceived!
In Han Dong's eyes, the implanted memory of the ”14 years” is clearly distinguished from the real memory.
The ”parents” in front of him are just NPC in the world of fate. They have nothing to do with him.
He grabs the tea table and throws it at the ”parents” standing in the kitchen area Once hit, enough to crush the normal adult, or even hit fainted.
Who knows, ”parents” has no intention of avoiding at all.
Bang！
My mother even pulled the trigger of the shotgun when she flew to her at the tea table It doesn't matter if she gets hit next.
The bullet penetrated the glass coffee table and aimed at Han Dong's head
Bang! (the sound of the bullet entering the meat)
Han Dong fell to the ground on his side, and the blood slowly flowed on the ground.
As for the tea table that flew past, he was cut off by his father's electric saw directly from the middle, without injuring two people.
The first thing the couple does when they stare at the hit and fallen son is not to go to the front to check.
It's a mend!
Bang！ Bang！ Bang！
Three bullets fired in a row, accurate hit.
It's not over yet Bang！ Bang！
Five shots in a row to deal with the housework.
It's over.
”Parents” seem to be satisfied with Han Dong to check whether he died.
However, the way to check for death is not to feel the pulse or to feel the breath, but to use the saw in my father's hand!
If you cut and saw off Han Dong's head, you can directly confirm his death.
Buzz!
The sound of the diesel engine resounded through the room.
The falling electric saw is ready to connect everything on the sofa and cut off Han Dong's head.
”Zizizi!” Just when the cotton wadding of the sofa is scattered.
A burst of green energy.
The target of the plague light is not the father holding the electric saw, but the mother waiting for the result of the ”test” behind.
Hit the mother in the eye with precision, making her blind and unable to aim.
Only with such close range, Han Dong can guarantee the ”accuracy” of the plague light After all, there is no sighting device on a dagger, so it is difficult to aim at it at a distance.
Just as soon as the plague light came out.
”Ghoul arm” 100%
the paws tore open the sofa and penetrated the father's body, turning 90 degrees at the same time.
Click! Death in an instant.
Take time.