The gun hit Sylvia's forehead hard over and over again, causing her to slowly lose consciousness. Unable to bear it any longer, his mouth, which had hitherto remained tight, finally went limp. Joseph pushed her away abruptly, dropping her backwards to the ground, where she struggled weakly to move.
Joseph's face was covered with sweat, and he lifted himself up from the ground with difficulty. He pulled his neck to catch his breath. Then he looked up and saw that most of the hostages in the room had left. He wanted to scream, knowing that they were the bargaining chip that would be traded next.
But when he saw that there were five or six children who had stayed in a corner of the room, he was a little relieved that he might still have a chance.
He saw that the soldiers surrounding the house didn't rush in, and suddenly he felt very strange. You should know that I was entangled at the time and couldn't do anything. If the soldiers outside were to rush in right now, they would definitely kill him on the spot.
But what Joseph didn't know was that he was in a blind spot at the time and people outside couldn't clearly see what was going on inside. The civilians simply fled, and no one told the soldiers what was happening inside. The people outside suddenly saw. A large group of people rushed out, everyone looking confused.
Moreover, from the floor-to-ceiling windows, several children could still be seen huddled in a corner. They thought it was some kind of trap, but after hesitating, no one dared to run in.
"Bitch, I'll kill you!"
Looking at the African-American woman who was unconsciously struggling beneath him, Joseph felt the pain coming out of his ears and boundless anger took hold of him.
The culprit of all this was this damn bitch. Just thinking about it, he lifted his foot and kicked the other person in the head to vent some of the anger.
But by that time, Brian had already arrived behind Joseph and in his hand he was still holding the dagger that the woman had just thrown. This was the fastest deadly weapon he could find.
He observed the tall figure of the opponent and, instead of taking a risk with a direct attack, decided to resort to his usual strategy. He fixed his gaze on the opponent's knee and, just before he tried to attack the woman, he threw a precise and forceful blow to the side of the joint.
"Shit!"
Hearing a plop, Joseph knelt down again, holding his left hand on the ground to prevent his entire body from falling to the ground. At the same time, he secretly complained, why the * did someone attack him again? In this regard, the more angry he got and couldn't help but curse loudly.
When Brian saw the other person kneeling on the ground, he moved forward quickly. He held the other person's forehead with his left hand and pulled it back. The dagger in his right hand slashed deftly towards the throat.
He usually used this movement to deal with infected people. Except for the last time he used it to deal with a young man, this was the first time he used this move to kill someone.
Feeling the chill in his throat, Joseph cursed silently, wondering what kind of twisted mania it was to attack people's necks. With no time to reflect, he instinctively raised his right hand and, almost reflexively, gripped the wrist holding the dagger firmly.
But as soon as he grabbed the other person's wrist, he noticed that the arm looked a little small, as if it was a boy's arm. When he looked up, he discovered that it was indeed a boy of thirteen or fourteen. And the latter's eyes were shining coldly at this moment.
Noticing the other's grim expression, Joseph felt a chill of fear that quickly turned to anger. How could a child bully him like that? I couldn't allow it. With a movement full of determination, he tightly squeezed the wrist that held the dagger, ready to snatch it from him immediately.
After they grabbed his wrist, Brian secretly screamed as well. I didn't expect the opponent's reaction to be so quick. Her strength wasn't as strong as his. At this moment, he was caught by the opponent and the dagger couldn't move even an inch.
But if he relented and handed over the dagger, he knew he wouldn't get very far. The rifle in the other's hands would surely reach him. He cursed internally for not stabbing him directly in the waist from the start. At least that would have guaranteed some advantage, making it difficult for the opponent to move freely.
Just as Brian was caught in a dilemma, something seemed to light up in his mind. His eyes flashed suddenly, and a slight smile was drawn on the corners of his mouth. Without hesitation, he lifted his left knee and smashed it hard against the back of the tall and thin man's head. At the same time, he quickly let go of the dagger and, with a firm pull, freed his arm caught in the strangulation.
Joseph saw that he was about to hold the dagger and was secretly happy. Sure enough, he was still just a child. He thought that if he got the dagger, he would definitely kill the boy.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through the back of his head, and his vision immediately blurred. The hand holding his jaw went limp, and he staggered forward, struggling to catch his breath.
Fortunately, the other party was just a child, and his strength was not too great. Joseph simply felt dizzy and it was obvious that he had a mild concussion.
But he also understood that it was a matter of life and death, so he half-forced himself to wake up and got up again with difficulty while clinging to the wall next to him.
At this time, Joseph's face was miserable and depressed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly found the child in the direction of the living room.
He saw the other person clinging to the wall to the side and looking at him with a smile on his face. In his opinion, this was simply a sarcastic mockery.
"Ah——! I'm going to kill you!"
As if deeply humiliated, Joseph picked up his rifle. He had to kill the child in front of him.
But what he didn't notice was that when all his attention was on Brian, another figure appeared behind him.
Brian watched the other person reach out to pick up the rifle without panicking. He remembered a scene he had seen earlier in a certain movie and decided to show off a little.
He waved his hand in the shape of a gun, pointed it at the dying man in front of him, then made a shooting motion, and silently said, "Bang!"
At the same time, Sarah, who was standing in the dining room, seemed to have received the signal. He took the shotgun in his hand, pointed the barrel at Joseph's back, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
With a roar, countless small steel balls flew out of the muzzle of the gun in a manner invisible to the naked eye, and they all struck Joseph's back.
Joseph's body appeared to have been hit by a large impact. He dropped the rifle, without even screaming, flew forward and fell heavily to the ground.
Brian looked at Joseph, who was lying on the ground. His body was constantly shaking, he was vomiting blood from his mouth, and his entire back was dripping with blood. It was obvious that he would not survive.
He didn't feel sad about this person's fate. Judging from the way the other person had just mocked the lives of the mother and child, this person was already evil to the core, but seeing another life disappear in front of him, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
The world has become like this. Why can't we all work together and avoid doing bad things because of their own selfish desires? Can we really live better this way? Or is it simply to satisfy your own repressed desires and not care at all about the life and death of others?
Sighing deeply, Brian no longer thought about these complex human problems. Seeing that the soldiers outside seemed to run in, he quickly winked at Sarah.
Then he turned his head and looked at the children who hadn't run away. He cursed those people for not helping and just running away. They even abandoned the children and did not take them away even if they knew them.
But fortunately, these children have fainted or closed their eyes tightly, covered their ears and did not dare to look at anything that was happening. They seem to have been greatly stimulated.
Seeing their actions, Brian thought they shouldn't have been discovered. After thinking about it, he curled up on the ground and pretended to be a frightened child.
After receiving Brian's gaze, Sarah understood it as well. He turned and returned immediately, hiding behind the furniture, disassembling all the parts of the shotgun he had just assembled and putting it back in the travel bag.
So, all of this was done by this African-American woman, and it had nothing to do with them. As for the shotgun wound... Anyway, the weapon was disassembled by them anyway, so it shouldn't be found, right?
After a while, a man in a commander's uniform led some soldiers into the house. They were surprised to see the situation.
One of the captains took a closer look at the surrounding situation, silently approached the commander in front, and whispered, "Sir, when you just entered..."
Unexpectedly, the officer raised his hand to stop the soldier's interrogation. He looked at the unconscious African-American woman lying on the floor with her chest slightly pressed, and then looked at the children in the living room. His peripheral vision passed unnoticed by Brian and the dining room.
"You don't need to ask any more questions. Just find some people to clean this place right away, and then let those women and children come back."
"Yes!"
Seeing that the commander didn't seem to intend to elaborate further, the captain was smart enough not to ask. He waved his hand and ordered the soldiers behind him to clean up the place.
At that moment, the officer's intercom rang, and a man's voice came from inside: "Justin, what's the situation there now?"
Justin took off his walkie-talkie, looked meaningfully at Brian, who was pretending to be scared in the living room, and said, "It's okay here. Everything has been resolved. The main culprit is dead. I'll take care of some things and come back."