For a moment, branches and leaves flew from the canopy fifty or sixty meters away as almost everyone fired their weapons at the humanoid monster.
But the Russian, Nikolai, faltered at that very moment. The ammunition belt had jammed the feed mechanism of his Gatling, leaving its barrels spinning with an empty whir.
He cursed loudly and lowered his head to clear the jam, but by the time he raised the muzzle again, the humanoid monster had vanished without a trace.
"What was that, an alien?" Stan, the man in prison clothes, clutched his small dagger and hid behind a stump. He watched the Predator dart nimbly through the canopy, evading most of the bullets, before activating its camouflage again and disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Aren't we the aliens here?" Dahlia still had the presence of mind to make a quip, but her somewhat pale face made it clear that she had been frightened too.
Although she knew she could encounter anything in another world, something that could not only turn invisible but also take a shot from her in the chest and still leap through the canopy as though nothing had happened was a bit beyond the syllabus.
After all, when she got scared in a movie theater, a couple of mouthfuls of popcorn and some cola were all she needed to settle her nerves. Experiencing it in person was completely different.
"Can we really survive something like this?" Although Dahlia did not say it aloud, her eyes conveyed the question to Nick perfectly clearly.
Nick had already lowered the dead "Doctor," Edwin, from the spear, then pulled the spear out of the ground.
It was even lighter than he had expected. Judging by its material, it was the same as the machete currently in the hands of Hanzo,