The two of them seemed to want to take out cigarettes from their backpacks.
All the supplies they had on them had been thrown away when they were running for their lives.
Now, apart from the clothes they were wearing, there was nothing left.
However, when they passed by Haman and Mankiw, they suddenly wanted to attack them.
Both of them had rocks in their hands. They wanted to attack Haman and Mankiw, respectively.
Haman and the others were mutated, humans. This was something that they knew long ago.
After mutated humans transformed into dinosaurs, there would also be a red light on them.
But they could not break that layer of red light.
Therefore, they only dared to kill at night when everyone was asleep.
They were not completely dumbfounded since they knew that they couldn't kill them during the day.
They sneaked this time, maybe for the guns, food, or even cigarettes.
However, they did not know what kind of opponent they were facing.
"Bang."
Ronald, who had attacked Mankiw, looked at the bloody hole in his abdomen in disbelief with a loud bang.
He had seen that Mankiw had fallen asleep. How could Mankiw be so fast?
Not only did he wake up in an instant, but he could even pick up a gun.
On the other side, the ambusher, Cole, let out a cry of pain.
The moment he approached Haman, Haman stood up like a sudden bolt of lightning in the air.
He grabbed his neck.
Just as Cole was about to throw the stone at him.
He realized that Haman had grabbed his hand.
He couldn't move at all.
Haman lifted an adult man who weighed more than 90 kilograms with one hand.
Later, Cole felt a sharp pain in his back while Haman pushed him against the tunnel wall with one hand.
At this time, he could no longer hold the stone in his hand.
Harold, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the sudden outbreak of the battle. The loud gunshots echoed in the tunnel.
Harold felt as if a bomb had exploded in his ears.
Harold, who had just woken up, did not even know what had happened.
He only saw Ronald clutching his stomach and lying on the ground.
Cole was pinned to the wall by Haman with one hand, unable to move.
Mankiw's muzzle temperature is rapidly cooling, while Ronald is quickly cooling his blood opposite him.
This was Mankiw's first shot on his journey.
However, no one had expected him to be so resolute and decisive.
Moreover, he was very calm when he killed people as if he was drinking water easily.
However, it was not Mankiw who caused the huge visual impact on the others, but Haman.
In a blink of an eye, the bullet had already entered the human body like a flash of lightning.
The enormous kinetic energy rotated and tore at the muscles and internal organs until all the kinetic energy was exhausted.
Then it would stop.
However, the bullet was in the human body; outsiders could not see it.
The shooter couldn't see it himself.
But Haman was different. The image of him holding up one adult man with one hand was too violent.
Haman was only 1.78 meters tall. At the age of 18, he often lacked food.
He only had enough food recently.
And he was not full-grown yet.
So neither Cole nor Ronald.
Cared about whether or not Haman had changed.
How much strength could a refugee from a market town have if he was malnourished and lacked food and clothing?
He had only developed some survival skills through training in the wilderness.
Haman had never attacked, and Mankiw had never fired. As a result, everyone was not very clear about their strength.
They only knew that after transforming, they should be very strong.
This was also the reason why Cole and the others dared to make a move.
However, what they did not expect was that this vague judgment was so wrong.
Haman was locking Cole's neck with his fingers like steel.
Then Cole instantly felt that his blood could no longer supply his brain.
He could actually use his feet to kick Haman's vital part.
But at this moment, he was blank in his mind, and his hands and feet were twitching unconsciously.
Mankiw looked at Haman, puzzled.
Haman had definitely fallen asleep just now.
The snoring could be faked.
But his eyelids could not be faked.
He had undergone very rigorous training, which even included judging whether sleep was real or fake.
A person could pretend to be asleep.
But he would move the eyelids subconsciously.
A person who was not asleep could not control his eyelids for a long time.
So, he knew that Haman was really asleep.
But the moment Cole and the other got up, Haman's snoring disappeared, proving that he had woken up at that moment.
How could a person who had entered a deep sleep be alert?
Haman was a refugee in a market town. He could not have received the same training as him.
"What's going on?" Mankiw asked.
Haman had long discovered that these two people were plotting something. He had thought that these people would at least be a little smarter.
So he did not try to ask what Cole was after. Food? Guns? Or cigarettes?
None of these was important.
Haman didn't feel the need to think like a man who had been betrayed.
He wouldn't scream in pain to ask why because he didn't need an answer.
Without trust, there would be no betrayal.
In Haman's eyes, these teammates were no different from dinosaurs in the wilderness.
Even Mankiw, who had always been kind to Haman, was at most a bystander in the market town.
Haman did not break Cole's neck just because he wanted to see Mankiw's reaction.
Since Mankiw wanted to ask the intention of these two people, Haman did not force him.
He let go of Cole's hand, and Cole slid to the ground.
After twitching on the ground for a while, Cole slowly sat up.
Mankiw was gloomy, and he asked angrily, "Why? Didn't I tell you to return?"
He looked at Cole, who was crying nonstop.
Harold gave him a cigarette.
Cole lit up the cigarette. With the smoke lingering around, he slowly pulled himself together.
"Why?" His voice was very soft. "Do you ask why?"
"After we go back, we will become refugees and common people?"
"At that time, I will be like that Bastard Haman who will spend all day looking for food in the wilderness. In the end, I will be killed by the dinosaurs."
"Or I will die in the mines."
"If I go with you, I will die. If I go back, I will also die. Then why do I have to live?"
"Why don't I kill all of you and go to Hell with me!"
Cole's voice became louder and louder.
Finally, it was a voice that could tear his throat apart.
The greatest courage was not to face death but to face it bravely after realizing the truth of life.
That's what Haman heard from the priest.
It made sense to him, but he never understood it.
This time he understood.