Everyone knew the might of a Desert Eagle, one shot could blow half a body away.
But against these monsters, it seemed somewhat inadequate, requiring fifteen shots, and that still wasn't enough to completely kill them.
Daniel didn't have time to be stunned, he quickly turned around to assist Hols.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hols was also continually firing, but unlike Daniel, he needed to reload.
Despite having a magazine ready, reloading took a precious two or three seconds.
In that interval, the Ghoul had already rushed up to him.
Bang!
Hols had just fired a shot when he suddenly felt a chill on his hand.
He subconsciously wanted to keep pulling the trigger, but no gunshots followed.
It wasn't until blood gushed out like a fountain that he noticed the clean cut at his wrist.
His hand, severed by the Ghoul's sharp claws, had fallen to the ground.
"Ah!"
Hols let out a piercing scream, falling onto his butt.
