activa-t Chapter 34 Tom, Fighting Alone
Chapter 34 Tom, Fighting Alone
It's now!
Tom's sharp, hawk-like eyes locked onto every movement of the bandits as they drew their guns, pulled the triggers, and even the slightest changes in the muzzle flash!
Faced with an overwhelming barrage of comments.
There are no absolutely safe bunkers, but there are relatively safe routes!
He made a snap decision: he couldn't stay still and become a sitting duck; he had to move!
But it's not the suicidal act of charging head-on into the barrage of bullets. Instead, it's about taking advantage of the chaos caused by the bandits' volley of fire and the possible blind spots in their firepower coverage to make a high-speed, irregular sprint that relies on the terrain!
He moved!
His body shot out like an arrow, not charging in a straight line, but lunging towards a weathered rock about half a person's height on the right!
The action was incredibly fast, almost as fast as the bandits pulled the triggers!
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Puff puff!
Bullets, like swarms of locusts from the Grim Reaper, tore through the air!
Most of the figures that were chasing him slammed into the sand and the empty space he had just left, kicking up clouds of dust!
A bullet, accompanied by a scorching gash, slid past his arm!
Another rock struck the edge of the rock he had just lunged at with a "clang," sending fragments flying!
Luckily, the vital organs were avoided!
The cold touch of death sent his adrenaline soaring!
The bandits' first volley of fire missed or was blocked by the rocks he found, creating a brief gap and dispersion in their firepower.
In that split second, Tom's vision locked onto an unlucky fellow, a guy who had exposed a bit more of his body in pursuit of a better shooting angle, and was frantically trying to re-aim!
Tom completed the action of raising his arm, aiming, and firing almost the instant his body emerged from behind the rock!
boom!
Gunshots rang out, and men fell!
The bandit's chest exploded with blood, and he fell backward.
"Damn it! He hit the cripple!" A shout of alarm and anger rang out, and the bandits' firepower was once again drawn to the rock where Tom was hiding!
But Tom was no longer there!
Using the moment the rocks provided cover, he rolled along the ground like a sand lizard, moving to another depression closer to the bandits!
The bullets followed his trajectory, sending sand and dust flying, but they were always a step behind him!
The depression provides an excellent shooting angle!
Their situation was crystal clear from their field of vision!
A bandit was leaning halfway out, trying to find his trail.
boom!
Another shot! This time it was a precise headshot!
The red and white objects were particularly glaring in the sunlight!
"He's down there! In the depression!" The bandits finally saw his location, their fear and rage mingling.
The remaining nine men fired wildly at the depression, bullets raining down on Tom, making it impossible for him to lift his head.
Gravel and sand kept falling.
The spent cartridge cases fell like golden raindrops, tinkling and pattering along the edge of the hollow where Tom was hiding.
Every fatal shot marks the end of a bandit!
His marksmanship is fast, ruthless, and accurate; his unparalleled field of vision allows him to quickly pinpoint the enemy's fatal weaknesses.
But he was not invincible. Every move was accompanied by huge risks, and every shot required finding that fraction of a second of opportunity amidst a hail of bullets!
"Devil! Is he invincible?!" A young bandit watched his companions fall one after another, his mental defenses finally crumbling. He screamed, dropped his gun, and turned to run, wanting nothing more than to escape this hell.
boom!
The cold, hard gunshots were like a death knell.
The fleeing bandit's back exploded, and he collapsed onto the sand, convulsing and dying.
Tom's eyes were as cold and hard as iron.
Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
The Colt in his hand was like an invitation from the Grim Reaper, steady yet deadly.
The remaining six bandits, along with Old Scar, were terrified!
They finally realized that they were not facing an ordinary gunman, but a desert reaper with terrifying eyesight and marksmanship!
"Scatter! Find big rocks! Don't let him wipe them all out!" Old Scar roared hoarsely, a hint of barely perceptible fear in his voice.
He's an old hand; he knows that if they get together, they're easy targets.
The six men immediately scattered like startled rabbits, scrambling and crawling behind several large, thick rocks nearby, trying to create distance and form a crossfire network.
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Tom's bullets followed like a shadow, accurately striking the rocks where the bandits were hiding, sending up sparks and pebbles, forcing them to cower behind cover, afraid to peek out and return fire. The battle entered a suffocating stalemate.
Tom leaned against the slope of the depression, breathing heavily.
Sweat, blood, and sand mixed together, sticking stickily to my body.
The wound on my left arm was throbbing with pain.
He quickly checked the magazine: only three bullets left! Fortunately, he not only had spare medicine on his waist, but also a Colt.
My stamina was greatly depleted during the thrilling dodges and sprints just now.
A stalemate is death!
We must break this deadlock!
With a clear view, the breakthrough point was instantly locked onto a bandit hiding behind a relatively thin rock with many wind-eroded holes.
Tom took a deep breath, forcing down his physical exhaustion and the stinging pain from his wounds.
He needs to create an opportunity, an opportunity to expose all the enemies at the same time!
He suddenly leaned out from the edge of the depression and fired two shots toward the huge rock where Old Scar was hiding!
boom!boom!
The bullets struck the giant rock, sending sparks flying!
"He's attacking over there! Hold him off!" One of the bandits fell for the trap, thinking that Tom was going to launch a full-scale attack on Scarface, and immediately peeked out from behind his cover and fired in Tom's direction!
It's now!
This is exactly what Tom has been waiting for!
In his clear vision, the figure and the gun barrel that had been protruding were illuminated as if by a spotlight!
The gun, which he had already turned around, suddenly spewed flames!
boom!
The third shot!
It hit the thief who was leaning out precisely between the eyebrows!
The body slumped down.
The gunshots revealed Tom's new location!
The bandits came from two other directions, including targets hiding behind thinner rocks.
Almost instinctively, he leaned out and fired at the spot where he had just fired!
opportunity!
After firing his third shot, Tom didn't care whether it hit or not; his body shrank back into the hollow like a startled rabbit!
Bullets whizzed past his head!
But in the instant he pulled back, he had already seen the positions of the other two thugs who were peeking out!
Especially that guy hiding behind the thinner rock!
Without hesitation, he drew another Colt from his waist with lightning speed with his left hand. Before he could even stand up completely, he blindly fired two shots at the wind-eroded hole area of the thinner rock, relying on his senses and the fleeting images he captured in his vision!
boom!boom!
The first shot hit the rock!
"Ah—!" The second shot was accompanied by a piercing scream!
The bullet pierced through a weak spot in the rock and entered the body of the bandit behind!
"My legs! My legs are ruined!" A painful wail came from behind the rocks.
Now, only three bandits remain who are still capable of fighting!
Including Old Scar!
The pressure has suddenly decreased!
As Old Scar listened to his companion's screams and watched yet another of his men fall, despair and madness completely consumed him.
He suddenly burst out from behind the boulder where he was hiding, no longer concealing himself, and brandishing a lever rifle, howling as he fired wildly at Tom's hollow!
He's going to fight this hard!