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Chapter 299 - 199 Uncle Invites You to Eat a Bomb

Chapter 299: Chapter 199 Uncle Invites You to Eat a Bomb

Green, although he didn’t understand why, was very obedient.

He took all the weapons from the car, arranged them around for easy access and to be ready to load at a moment’s notice.

Brian, holding a special fuse, set up defensive hand grenade traps a few dozen meters away from their hiding spot.

In many people’s minds, grenades are simply pulled and thrown, but this is a grave misconception.

For example, the small portable grenades that Brian had previously asked Ali for are offensive grenades, primarily relying on the high-performance explosive’s blast shockwave to cause damage.

The effective killing radius of such offensive grenades usually extends to about ten meters.

This distance is sufficient.

For instance, in the movies, where the protagonist just ducks behind a sofa after a grenade is thrown into a room and then comes out unharmed is pure nonsense.

Unless that room is as large as a football field.

Defensive grenades, also known as fragmentation grenades.

Their killing range can generally reach around thirty meters, mainly inflicting area damage through the shrapnel and steel balls from the explosion.

With such an exaggerated killing range, using them during an offensive can easily cause self-harm.

Therefore, they are usually used for defensive throwing when there is cover or for setting traps.

Generally speaking, stepping on a defensive fragmentation grenade in an open space, especially if it’s set to detonate mid-air, would kill everything in the vicinity, not just people but even the flowers and grass on the ground.

Their location was secluded enough.

Normal people out for a spring outing would not come this way, let alone travel through the wilderness in the evening.

Anyone with a brain wouldn’t do this.

So the likelihood of the traps causing accidental harm was not great.

After setting up a perimeter of early-warning kill zones,

Brian sternly warned Green not to run around carelessly, lest he die in his own trap, and then he found a high place from which he could watch the exit of Harvest Town, lest the killer didn’t come for them but rather targeted someone else.

But considering the time,

They had left Harvest Town in the afternoon.

Unless the tourists’ destination was nearby, people generally would not travel at this time and would rather stay overnight and continue their journey the next day.

Anyway, when Brian and the others left, they only encountered vehicles going in, none that were leaving with them.

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They waited like this for over two hours.

The sky grew darker.

And from afar came the strange calls of animals and chirping insects.

"In December, are there so many bugs in the wilderness?"

After being tense for a while, Green couldn’t take it anymore. Munching on a somewhat stale burger, he spoke softly to vent the pressure inside.

Facing an unknown assailant in the wild was nothing like what he had imagined when tracking down a serial killer.

The oppressive feeling before the storm hits was even more uncomfortable than facing the storm directly.

Brian was about to utter a teasing remark with a smile when suddenly, the insects’ chirping in the distance, as if silenced, vanished in a regular pattern.

His eyes narrowed as he looked eastward, "Stay alert, something is coming!"

Green hastily adjusted his Bullet-Proof Vest, lay on the ground, and perfectly blended into the dark cover, looking east.

Regrettably, he saw nothing but darkness.

Brian was different.

Under the moonlight, his vision was like the white light of morning, just not as vivid in color as during the day, but this did not hinder his capture of moving objects.

In Brian’s view, a small figure crawled on all fours, similar to some grotesque crawler, winding left and right, occasionally raising its head to sniff the scents permeating the air, quickly approaching their direction with alarming speed.

The figure was crouching too low.

So much so that Brian could only make out that it was a moving life form, but it did not look like a person, rather like a crawling little lizard.

Just as it was nearing the Hand Grenade Trap,

The creature abruptly stopped its bizarre crawling and slowly lifted its body.

Under the moonlight, a Caucasian little girl with not more than a meter tall, her head full of curly hair, held a dirty rag doll in her hand, tilting her head as she sized them up.

Her eyes were large, the eyeballs a ghastly white, resembling a terrifying doll with only the whites showing, her gaze spanning the dim distance of dozens of meters, meeting Brian’s directly.

A chilly sense prickled his skin, spreading from Brian’s tailbone throughout his body.

This thing, why did it look so inhuman?

It seemed she did not expect to be discovered.

The girl split her mouth into a smile toward Brian, showing a mouthful of dense, serrated teeth reminiscent of a shark’s, giving him a cheerfully cute grin.

The cuteness made Brian’s scalp tingle.

This little thing was too creepy.

Without a word, he picked up the automatic rifle in his hand and sprayed a burst of bullets as a sign of respect.

This thing stopping outside the trap was definitely not an accident.

It was another entity with a similar danger premonition.

Dada dada—

The gunfire flecked the darkness.

Green, who was lying down, shuddered and pulled the trigger following the direction of Brian’s gunfire.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of bullets flew out, covering the ground ahead.

The next moment,

The little girl’s figure flitted continuously.

Under Brian’s dynamic vision, her tiny body, like a broken puppet, weaved through the rough, uneven wilderness, avoiding the bullets whizzing her way.

This speed was even faster than his full-force burst!

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