Chapter 1238: Siege
Seeing the nearest Fanatic rush up before him, Zhang Heng ignored him and raised the Beretta M92F, aiming at another man behind him.
The target had just picked up the electric drill that had fallen to the floor, intending to carry on his companion's unfinished work and find out what color Ollie's brains were. He had not expected his own brains to spill out first.
A bullet passed through the crowd and struck him squarely between the brows!
Ollie, lying on the ground, broke out in a cold sweat. This was already the second time he had narrowly escaped death. Ever since he had been tackled to the ground, he had known that things were likely to end badly for him. He had been praised for his bravery all his life. Even when he had been small and weak, he had dared to sail out with the whaling crews, unafraid of wind and waves.
Later, he had hunted seals alone, spending a full two weeks out in the wilderness before returning. That was precisely why he had earned the spirits' recognition and gained strength worthy of his courage.
Ollie had always believed that someone as brave as him could naturally overcome the fear of death, but when that moment truly arrived, he realized he had overestimated himself.
Listening to the drill bit spin as it drew closer and closer, Ollie used every ounce of strength he had not to scream. But that was all he could do. When the horrifying sound finally stopped, he felt as though his body was about to collapse.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and shouted at Zhang Heng, "Don't worry about me! Deal with the enemies in front of you first! Watch out, they'll surround you!"
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng could not