Chapter 555 A desperate attempt to stop them
Seeing that Cheng Shenghong finally responded, Han Shuo hurriedly shouted.
"Brother Demon Man, look, these are the spider legs that Fifth Brother has always treasured. They're still alive!"
As the words fell, Cheng Shenghong slowly withdrew his fist, his eyes becoming increasingly clear.
"Alive? Alive?"
He uttered two words again in a hoarse voice, his body trembling violently, as if he recognized Han Shuo.
"Han, is this Brother Han?"
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"Alive! All our brothers are still alive!"
Han Shuo became increasingly agitated, constantly provoking Cheng Shenghong with his words.
He could tell that his brother was in a very unstable state at that moment.
After that, Cheng Shenghong did not reply again, but just stood there trembling, his eyes fixed on the spider leg in his hand.
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Meanwhile, the old man sitting inside the helicopter also quickly noticed the unusual situation on the other side.
Seeing that the humanoid weapon he had created himself had not decisively eliminated the enemy, dissatisfaction instantly appeared on his face.
"snort!"
He let out an angry snort and shouted loudly in the distance.
"What are you doing! Listen to my order, kill him! Kill him!"
In fact, the tattooed man in the pilot's seat had already finished adjusting the helicopter.
As long as the old man gives the order, he can quickly lead the two of them to safety.
The reason the old man hesitated to issue the order was to observe whether there would be any new developments.
If his humanoid weapon can kill Han Shuo and clean up the rest of the battlefield, then the two of them might not need to continue their retreat.
Conversely, if the situation changes, they can also take off the helicopter at any time.
The old man was waiting, waiting for the final result of the duel between the two.
To everyone's surprise, Cheng Shenghong, who was on the verge of victory, suddenly froze in place...
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At this moment, Han Shuo also quickly realized that something was wrong.
He looked at Cheng Shenghong in front of him, and upon hearing the old man's shout, the last trace of clarity in his eyes vanished instantly.
However, he did not return to his initial empty state; instead, his eyes became increasingly complicated.
As his body trembled, he slowly raised his hand.
However, he didn't continue attacking Han Shuo with his fist; he just raised it, lowered it, raised it again, and lowered it again...
And so, the same steps were repeated again and again.
Han Shuo knew that Cheng Shenghong had regained some of his rationality, but it was clear that the old man's order had left him with some conflicted emotions.
At this moment, the old man in the distance saw that his humanoid weapon was not obeying his commands, and shouted angrily again.
"Do it! Kill him! Kill him now!"
He said those words through gritted teeth!
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However, Cheng Shenghong seemed to become incredibly violent afterward.
"ah--!"
He roared to the sky, then squatted down and began pounding his head repeatedly with both hands.
Fresh blood quickly flowed down his temples.
Han Shuo was startled and quickly raised his arm to grab Cheng Shenghong's hands, stopping him from continuing his self-harm.
"Brother Demon, wake up! You can do it!"
However, the next moment Cheng Shenghong suddenly slapped Han Shuo's hand away.
He stood up again in a flash, his eyes constantly shifting towards emptiness.
In his final moments, before he lost his mind again, he gave Han Shuo on the ground a deep look and roared loudly.
"No--!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around quickly and ran towards the distance. After vaulting over the courtyard wall, he soon disappeared into the dark forest...
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Cheng Shenghong has left again?
My humanoid weapon has broken free and left my control?
The courtyard was unusually quiet.
The three people present were stunned and turned to look in the direction Cheng Shenghong had left.
"Oh shit!"
Just then, the old man was the first to come to his senses.
He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Han Shuo in front of him.
Since his humanoid weapon is ineffective, he has no choice but to resolve this mess himself.
He knew that Han Shuo was now at his weakest.
One bullet is enough to kill!
"Smack!"
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The moment the gunshot rang out, Han Shuo quickly looked away.
His current condition is extremely bad; dodging bullets perfectly is out of the question. In this critical moment, all he can do is tilt his head to the side.
wipe!
A streak of blood-red light pierced the night sky.
The bullet grazed Han Shuo's temple, leaving a thin, long wound.
The bullet ultimately didn't kill him; his last-minute reaction saved his life.
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Sit and wait to die?
In Han Shuo's mind, it was absolutely impossible.
Even when he was extremely weak, he still struggled desperately.
After the first bullet, he endured the excruciating pain and, barely managing to stay awake, moved himself to the corner of the wall in front of him.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap..."
During this time, the old man continued to pull the trigger.
Unfortunately, his marksmanship wasn't very good at hitting moving targets; all the bullets hit Han Shuo's back, failing to accurately strike his vital points.
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"Fuck!"
The old man was furious. Seeing that the dying target had found cover, he quickly got out of the helicopter.
He planned to go around to finish off Han Shuo!
Just then, as one of his feet touched the ground, he caught a glimpse of two figures flashing past in a distant building out of the corner of his eye.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally pulled his left foot back.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"
The tattooed man responded and immediately took off in the helicopter.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
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After hearing the sound of the propeller spinning rapidly, Han Shuo carefully peeked out to take a look.
He watched as the helicopter slowly rose from the ground and shouted in frustration.
"No! We can't escape, we absolutely can't escape!"
He didn't know where the strength came from, but with the last bit of determination in his heart, he kicked down an iron bar on the fence next to him.
He struggled to his feet, and with his right hand gripping the iron bar, he made a throwing motion.
"Stay here!"
With a shout, Han Shuo used the last bit of strength in his body to throw the iron bar in his hand toward the helicopter.
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Whoosh, bang!
The sights were slightly off; instead of getting caught in the propeller, the sights struck the helicopter hard.
The wing door deformed instantly. In his weakened state, Han Shuo's strength was ultimately lacking, and the iron bar he threw did not penetrate completely.
After shaking violently a few times in mid-air, the helicopter regained its balance and slowly flew into the night sky.
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"Is it still not working...?"
Just when Han Shuo thought his last attempt to stop him had failed, suddenly! In the pitch-black night sky, another iron pole swept across his head once again.
This iron bar was even faster and more powerful, hurtling straight toward the helicopter in mid-air ahead!
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